Grandma Tsunade Novels & Stories

Elijah blinked, turning the screen to me. It was still open to the picture of her wearing a red kimono worn in a way that showcased her large breasts, and the way she was sitting, her left leg was exposed up to about mid-thigh. “Yep. That’s Granny Yūri in her prime.” I waggled my eyebrows. “So our Riko gets her sex appeal from her.” he nodded.

I kiss my grandpa on the cheek, very lightly so I don't wake him and go to the kitchen to see my grandma. I walk into the kitchen and find my grandma cooking dinner and making sugar cookies with Alpha and Luna's daughter Ashina. That girl is the little sister I never had but wanted more than anything. Judging by the way she treats me; the feeling is mutual. She is adorable with a sweet personality to go with it. She is also a badass warrior too. At only twelve years old, the girl can knock any of our warriors on their asses. Luna has been training her and Nico to fight since she was two years old, and it shows. They are both unbelievable fighters.

At this moment, a voice spoke out, “Fellow.” James turned to see an elderly man walking through the void. He wore a gray robe, his gray hair framing a face full of wrinkles, yet radiated a powerful aura. James gave him a casual glance and said, “What’s up?” The man smiled and said, “I am the Grand Sect Leader of the Sky Sword Sect, and I have a granddaughter who is a rare talent that our sect hasn’t seen in generations. She secured the eighth rank in the last Boundless Ranking.” “Oh,” James responded nonchalantly.

"Grandma, all the netizens here like you, so you can talk to them more, especially about topics like medicine and daily routines so that they can become healthier." Georgina glared at her. "I tell you daily to wake up and sleep early, but you never listen. What right do I have to educate these netizens?" CutieBear: "Hahaha! Grandma's spitting truths here." Worker: "The streamer is likely wondering, 'Why am I getting roasted?'" Aria shook her head and smiled. "Let's start the consultations. By the way, Grandma is a doctor skilled in traditional medicine. Don't worry. She's certified, and you can look her up online."

It’s weird, it’s like she took the darkness with her. Emerson and Brjent stare openly at me, Farkas seems just as blown away as I am by the strangeness of it all. “Who was that?” He asks no one in particular. “That was Nanako Jimmu, youngest daughter to the first emperor of Japan and a very deadly member from the Band of Blood. This changes the entire situation Santiago, this isn’t good, not at all.” Emerson says breathless.

Daphne is his granddaughter too, and he always said he loved us the same. “Allera!” “The fuck do you want?” “I said grandma Hale sent me here.” I glare at my sister. “Now why would she do that?” “How the hell am I supposed to know? You know grandma. She says ‘bark’ and you ask ‘as a husky or a Pomeranian?’ You don’t question her.” That is true. Grandma Hale is a no nonsense woman. I grew up hearing stories of her. Mostly from grandpa Kazuo. He said she had the makings of a true Yakuza.

I know Lucas is saying that thing for a reason. "Good." Lord Jimin answered. This person speaks sparingly! Is this the trend here? "Cayyyydddddeeeennnnn Appoooooooo!" We turned to the source of that voice and an old woman with an old man appeared before my eyes. They are both beautiful, neither is ugly. Cayden stood up and bowled. "Grandma Yuki," Cayden says hello here. Okaaayyy. He called her grandma. Is this related to Cayden? I thought Gen said, eh, they are not related to Cayden? What is this?

Yash gripped me tight, giving me a cozy and safe feeling. "Dheekshu, Relax!" Shiva told her. She is frozen. Her eyes were pouring! "Why should I believe anything you say?" she asked Yash. Yash showed her a picture on his phone where her grandma is with Jamin uncle in their young age. "I want you to listen with an open mind, Dheeksha. I know it's too much information for you to digest. But try to sink in all the details. Your guess was right. Your grandma is a christian." Yash told her.

His grandma smirked and ordered her shadow guard to bring someone. This time, I saw the person whom this grandma was calling. It was a middle-aged woman who had a few white hair strands, wearing a large bead on her neck and her wrist, acting as a necklace and a bracelet. There was also a mark on her forehead, and she exuded this warm yet spiritually connected aura. “Greetings.” She calmly said with a smile on her lips, but her eyes were closed. Come to think of it, when she was walking earlier, her eyes were not open.

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.