Romance and Ninjas: In Naruto With Infinite Skill Points!

The blonde-haired woman was none other than the Senju Princess—Tsunade.

For some time now, most of the remaining members of the Senju Clan had stopped using their surname, though the reasons remained unclear. Given that most of them weren't shinobi, it wasn't too surprising. With no real benefits—only unwanted attention and potential trouble—it made sense to let the surname fade into history.

Tsunade, who had just barged into the office, swept her gaze across the room before locking onto a small figure.

A young boy dressed in a gray shirt, white shorts, and black boots.

Her sharp eyes narrowed slightly as she observed him more carefully.

The long, straight hair. The delicate but well-defined facial structure.

At a glance, everything about him screamed Hyuga.

But something was… off.

His eyes—pale black and pupil-less—stood out as an anomaly.

Not quite Hyuga.

Not quite something else, either.

For a moment, Tsunade felt a flicker of puzzlement.

"Ahem." Clearing his throat, Hiruzen gestured toward Yuuki.

"This is the opportunity I was talking about."

Tsunade frowned, glancing at the boy again before turning back to Hiruzen with irritation flashing in her eyes.

"Are you kidding me? You want me to play babysitter for him?"

Yuuki twitched.

He felt a strong urge to retort, but with great restraint, he swallowed his words.

Hiruzen sighed, crossing his hands and leaning slightly over the table. A shrewd glint flickered in his eyes.

"Tsunade, haven't you been pushing for more medical ninja to be trained?" His voice was calm but calculating. "Isn't this a great opportunity? If you can teach him, it proves you're even more capable than I expected, and I'll have more leverage when I present your proposal to the council."

Tsunade laughed dryly.

"Yeah, sure, but I'm not interested enough to go through this roundabout method. If that's all, I have a poker game waiting for me."

She turned on her heel, fully intent on leaving.

Hiruzen gnashed his teeth and quickly spoke.

"Alright! I'll add a monthly remuneration equivalent to an A-rank mission."

Tsunade froze mid-step.

Then, with a bright, almost predatory smile, she spun back around, marching straight toward Yuuki.

"Haha, so you're the cute little student I'm supposed to train?" She ruffled his hair with exaggerated enthusiasm.

"Come, come! Let big sis show you the true art of life—gambling! We can get to medical ninjutsu later."

"No gambling!"

Hiruzen's voice boomed with authority, but Tsunade was already ignoring him.

Before Yuuki could even react, she grabbed him by the collar and yanked him off his feet.

With a single leap, she vanished from the office, leaving only an afterimage behind.

Soon, the two came to a stop in the middle of a busy street.

Still frozen from the whirlwind that had just occurred, Yuuki took a moment to snap out of it.

His gaze drifted toward the building in front of them.

A casino.

His eye twitched.

Suppressing the strong urge to complain, he turned to Tsunade, who completely ignored his glare and instead pushed him forward without hesitation.

The bustling crowd at the entrance parted instinctively at the sight of her, some whispering excitedly, others looking on with wary amusement.

A polite waiter immediately approached, recognizing Tsunade all too well, and swiftly led them deeper into the establishment.

Before long, they reached a hall filled with various card tables, the air buzzing with tension and anticipation.

And right there, in the center—her poker table.

The wealthy men and women seated around the table exchanged amused glances, their expressions tinged with anticipation.

"Well, if it isn't Princess Tsunade," a woman in an expensive dress mused, her red lips curling into a sly smile. "Have you returned to continue our game?"

"Hehe, Tsunade-sama must be feeling confident if she's come back." A rotund man in a tuxedo chuckled, his beady eyes glinting. "How about we raise the stakes for this round?"

"Hmph!" Tsunade snorted, crossing her arms. Clearly, she didn't like these people any more than they liked her.

"Don't worry," she declared. "Today, I will definitely empty your pockets! You greedy merchants and businessmen have never seen me play seriously!"

The entire table nearly burst into laughter.

Her confidence was admirable—but delusional.

As for the insult?

What did it matter?

They were greedy—they wouldn't deny that.

And when a fat sheep walks straight into the wolf's den…

Well, who were they to refuse?

Angered, Yuuki grabbed Tsunade's arm and pulled her back.

"Tsunade-sama, aren't you supposed to be training me?! What are we doing here?"

His frustration was clear in his voice, but Tsunade only laughed.

"Brat, have you never heard of mixing pleasure with work? Who said I won't train you?" She smirked, patting his head like a child. "But you—an imp without a single hair below those arms—what can you even learn?"

She grinned mischievously.

"Today's lesson, and the lessons for the next year, come down to just two words: Chakra Control!"

Yuuki blinked, puzzled.

"Hah?"

Tsunade pointed at the nearest wall.

"Go on, see those walls? Try climbing them—using only your feet and chakra."

She folded her arms, her tone turning mockingly instructional.

"You have to concentrate your chakra at the soles of your feet and control it to maintain a steady output.

Too little—and you'll slip right off.

Too much—and you'll crack the wall."

She grinned wider, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Which, of course, means you have to pay the casino for the damages!"

Yuuki's eye twitched.

"Damn it! Couldn't Hokage-sama have given me a more reliable teacher?!"

Ignoring the shocked gazes of nearby people, he gritted his teeth, turned toward the wall, and began trying to climb.

Yuuki's training started off with nothing but disappointment.

Because he couldn't afford to pay for any damages, he had to be extremely cautious, applying the bare minimum amount of chakra before slowly increasing it.

But between the struggles to keep his chakra flowing constantly and evenly, he kept falling after just two or three steps.

Still, he persisted.

Then—just as he was starting to gain some consistency—a prompt sounded in his ears.

[You have learned Wall Climb (Beginner)]

Yuuki froze mid-step.

Puzzled, he opened his interface and saw that it had actually been added.

For the past year of training at the academy, the only skills that had been recorded were related to Taijutsu. Nothing new had appeared for a long time.

He never expected something so basic—not even a proper technique—to be classified as a skill.

A grin spread across his face.

"Perfect."

Without hesitation, he assigned points to it.

Suddenly—a flood of memories surged into his mind.

He saw himself spending years climbing all kinds of surfaces—walls, trees, even sheer cliffs and mountain faces.

Different conditions required different levels of control.

Some surfaces were fragile and demanded the lightest touch, while others were rough and uneven, requiring constant chakra adjustments.

When the feedback ended, Yuuki inhaled sharply.

Not only had he mastered the technique—his chakra control had skyrocketed.

He could now mold chakra with absolute precision, applying only what was necessary to climb any surface. No excess, no waste.

With a confident smirk, he stepped forward—this time, fully in control.

Tsunade, watching from the shadows, widened her eyes in surprise.

Then, for the first time in a while, a glimmer of hope surfaced.

'This kid's chakra control is unexpectedly good. With this, he might actually stand a real chance at learning medical ninjutsu.'

Of course, that wasn't to say others had bad chakra control. But for adults who had spent years refining their skills, their control had already reached a high level, making it far easier to grasp medical techniques.

For children, however—especially those with limited chakra reserves and minimal experience with ninjutsu—medical training was notoriously difficult.

Saying Yuuki's chakra control was "good" would be a massive understatement.

It was abnormal.

From what she had heard, only one other kid displayed this level of talent.

A blond-haired brat who had recently caught Jiraiya's attention.

'Minato...'

A mischievous smirk crept across Tsunade's lips.

'Hehehe… Aren't you always bragging about your so-called prodigy, Jiraiya? What would your face look like if my disciple wiped the floor with yours?'

Unaware of his new mentor's malicious thoughts, Yuuki continued walking along the walls, shifting his focus from control to endurance training, since he had nothing better to do.

...

While Yuuki was training under Tsunade, deep in the outskirts of Konoha, a white-haired man and a blond-haired boy clashed in the middle of a sparring session.

"Take this!"

Minato launched himself into the air, flipping mid-somersault before grabbing a sturdy branch with one hand. Using the momentum, he twisted his body and propelled himself in a sharp angle, simultaneously throwing a kunai forward—followed closely by another.

The two kunai curved mid-flight, forming a V-shaped trajectory aimed at the long-haired man below, attacking from multiple directions at once.

Jiraiya chuckled, raising an eyebrow at the clever approach.

With a casual step to the side, he dodged the first kunai while effortlessly knocking the second out of the air. Without missing a beat, he caught both weapons and, with a flick of his wrist, sent them flying straight back at Minato.

The boy's sharp eyes darted between the incoming kunai, his mind working at an incredible speed. In a split second, he adjusted—shifting his core midair, contorting his body just enough.

The kunai whizzed past him, grazing within a hair's breadth.

Before he even had a chance to catch his breath, another attack came—fast and relentless!

A fist tore through the air toward him, leaving him no time to think, no time to react.

With no way to predict it, Minato relied purely on instinct. His nerves fired like lightning, and in an almost unnatural display of agility, he twisted his body in an exaggerated motion, narrowly avoiding the strike by a fraction of an inch.

Minato barely touched the ground before launching forward, seamlessly turning his momentum into another attack. His movements were fluid, almost weightless, as if gravity itself had no hold on him.

Jiraiya smirked, already predicting his prodigy's next move.

Minato twisted mid-step, darting unpredictably. He feinted a jab, then spun into a sharp kick aimed at Jiraiya's ribs. The older shinobi sidestepped with ease, deflecting just enough to throw Minato off-balance.

But Minato adapted instantly.

His unnatural reaction speed kicked in, allowing him to twist midair. Using the momentum from his failed kick, he pivoted sharply, bringing his heel down toward Jiraiya's shoulder.

Jiraiya blocked, the impact cracking through the air. But before he could counter, Minato used the contact as a springboard, flipping back and landing lightly a few feet away.

He didn't hesitate.

A golden blur streaked forward. His kunai slashed upward, missing Jiraiya by mere inches. Instantly, he reversed his grip, thrusting backward in a seamless transition.

Jiraiya blocked again, but Minato was already moving—sweeping low to take his legs. Anticipating the maneuver, Jiraiya leapt, twisting midair, his knee descending toward Minato's shoulder.

Once again, Minato barely saw it coming.

But his instincts compensated.

He pushed off the ground in a split-second reaction, twisting sharply. Their knees collided midair, sending both flying backward.

Minato landed in a crouch, barely pausing before dashing forward once more.

He appeared in Jiraiya's blind spot, but the older shinobi was already shifting. Their strikes blurred together—punches, elbows, knees—each attack calculated to exploit the slightest opening.

Minato's reaction speed let him flow seamlessly between offense and defense, his footwork unreadable, his movements impossible to predict.

But Jiraiya was a veteran.

He saw through everything he did easily.

Just as Minato tried to pivot for another attack, Jiraiya abruptly changed the rhythm, driving his palm forward. The unexpected force sent Minato skidding across the ground before landing hard.

Exhaling sharply, Minato sighed, staring at the sky.

Once again, he had lost.

"Hmm, you're pretty good, kid. To be honest, if I had fought you at your age, I'd have gotten my ass kicked." Jiraiya chuckled, plopping down onto a nearby rock. He unscrewed his water bottle and took a long sip, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Minato, still catching his breath, tilted his head in curiosity. "You're really strong, sir. Are you a Jonin?"

Jiraiya raised an eyebrow, amused by the question. Despite being the Hokage's student, he wasn't particularly well-known yet. Only experienced Jonin or high-ranking Chunin would recognize him on sight. Most academy students and younger Genin had no idea who he was—something that, for now, he was perfectly fine with.

"That's right," Jiraiya confirmed with a smirk. "But don't think too much about it. I only stepped in because I've been watching you train for a while, and I have to admit—I was impressed."

He leaned back, stretching his arms behind his head. "Just think of it as a senior shinobi offering a little free guidance. No strings attached."

Minato chuckled, nodding in gratitude.

"Listen, kid," Jiraiya continued, his tone casual but firm. "Since I've taken a liking to your talent, you can always find me here. If I'm in the village, I'll give you some pointers."

Minato's eyes widened in surprise before a bright smile spread across his face. "Thank you, sir!"

"It's nothing," Jiraiya waved off the thanks with a grin. "Just keep working hard."

With that, he turned and left, moving like the wind. His figure blurred, leaving faint afterimages as he leaped from tree to tree, then roof to roof, cutting through the village with practiced ease. Within moments, he reached the Hokage's office behind the ninja academy.

Without waiting for permission, he strode inside and spoke before Hiruzen could even greet him.

"That boy, Minato—I call dibs! When he graduates, I want him on my team!"

Hiruzen blinked, momentarily caught off guard. It took him a second to process what Jiraiya was talking about.