Chapter 85 - First Encounter with Tsunade
A month ago, Shikaku Nara had already heard rumors that Kazane had nearly killed Danzo in front of Konoha's own shinobi. But he never expected Kazane to openly acknowledge their conflict at this moment.
It was as if he had thrown a difficult decision into his hands.
Without Kazane, they had no chance against the Third Raikage. Without Danzo, they would lose at least 50 elite Jonin and a top-tier fighter.
It was an impossible choice.
And worse—Shikaku couldn't afford to offend either side.
Kazane represented Orochimaru's faction.
Danzo represented the Hokage's faction.
Both held immense power.
This… This was Kazane forcing him to choose sides.
But the Ino-Shika-Cho alliance had always made unified decisions—
He couldn't decide this alone.
Besides, with the battle's outcome still uncertain, this wasn't the time to be thinking about internal struggles.
"Kazane-sama, let's discuss this after Danzo-sama arrives tomorrow. For now, let me take you to visit Jiraiya-sama."
Since he couldn't give an answer, he chose to change the subject.
And who better to shift the conversation toward than Jiraiya?
Jiraiya was both Orochimaru's teammate and Kazane's senior.
Shikaku was certain that even if Kazane didn't respect him, he would respect Jiraiya.
More importantly—there was another important person inside that tent…
"Alright, let's go see Jiraiya-sensei."
Kazane didn't think too much about it.
He just genuinely didn't like Danzo.
Sometimes, people overcomplicated things that were actually quite simple…
Without further discussion, Kazane followed Shikaku to the medical tent where Jiraiya was resting.
Upon arrival, Shikaku stopped at the Medical Tent Entrance.
"Jiraiya-sama is inside."
"You two haven't seen each other in a while—so I won't interrupt your conversation."
His real reason for leaving, however, was different.
He urgently needed to discuss with the Yamanaka and Akimichi clans how they should handle the situation between Kazane and Danzo.
He needed their input.
So he left after excusing himself. All alone, Kazane lingered for a moment before lifting the tent's flap and bent slightly forward, just as someone else was stepping out.
The timing was perfectly unfortunate.
Bump!
Kazane's face was suddenly enveloped by two soft, bouncy masses that pressed against him.
The sensation was warm, smooth, and had an unbelievable elasticity.
Feeling confused, he instinctively tilted his head slightly and the soft flesh followed his movement, pressing and shifting ever so slightly.
It was incredibly comfortable.
That was when Kazane realized what had just happened.
Even so—he was reluctant to move away too quickly.
And as if on instinct, a certain reaction in his lower body began to stir.
It wasn't something he could control—just a natural response.
But suddenly—
His sixth sense screamed at him.
A gut-wrenching warning—like the presence of death itself looming over him.
Kazane had never felt this kind of danger before.
A while before...
Inside the tent, Tsunade had just finished checking Jiraiya's condition.
His recovery was going well—a few more days of rest, and he would be able to move around again.
Feeling relieved, she decided to return to her tent to rest.
But just as she reached the entrance, some silver-haired pervert slammed into her chest—
And instead of moving away, he even had the audacity to rub his face against her.
"This bastard…!"
Did this kid not know who she was?!
She was Tsunade, the Slug Princess, the strongest kunoichi in the ninja world!
Even Dan—her late lover—had never dared to take such liberties with her!
But this little brat not only shook his head slightly, rubbing further into her chest—
He even had the nerve to… press something else against her?!
Her rage exploded.
"Bastard…! You dare?!"
Blue chakra surged into her right fist, rapidly compressing into raw destructive force.
"I'LL SMASH YOU INTO THE GROUND!"
Her fist swung forward, ready to deliver a death sentence.
At the very last moment—
Kazane's survival instincts kicked in.
He abandoned all pride and leaped backward, dodging just in time.
SWOOSH! BOOM!
The sheer force of Tsunade's punch ripped through the air—
Even though it missed, the shockwave alone was powerful enough to shake the entire tent.
Kazane felt a cold sweat drip down his back.
"If that punch had landed…"
He would be in a coma for weeks—if not dead.
Now that he had some distance, Kazane finally saw who had attacked him.
The moment he recognized her, he froze.
"Shit. It's her."
There was no mistaking it.
The exaggerated brute strength, the blonde hair, and the fierce aura—
This was none other than his senior, the famed Tsunade-hime.
And at this moment—she was dressed in a pure white nurse's outfit.
Even that outfit, however, couldn't contain her outrageous curves.
Kazane's eyes couldn't help but be drawn downward.
There was no way Tsunade could see her own feet with her chest that large.
Especially with the silk belt wrapped tightly around her waist, accentuating her hourglass figure even more.
And when he glanced further down—
Because of her fighting stance, her hips had pushed back slightly, making the tight fabric stretch across her well-defined lower curves.
The sight was…
…difficult to look away from.
"Little brat, have you stared long enough?"
Tsunade crossed her arms under her chest, making the plump curves rise slightly.
Despite Kazane's grown-up appearance, Tsunade still saw him as just a kid.
After all, he had been a child prodigy, but still a child in her eyes.
'A kid can't have dirty thoughts… right?' Kazane thought, mischievously grinning in his mind.
Before saying casually like an innocent child, even going as far as to make his voice adorable talking to a big sister.
"Tsunade-neesan, I came to see Jiraiya-sensei."
…
…
Tsunade's smile twitched.
She had expected an apology.
Instead—he had the audacity to act innocent?
Now, she really wanted to teach him a lesson.
"Oh? Did you enjoy yourself just now, brat?"
"Want to do it again?"
She leaned forward slightly, tilting her head teasingly—but there was a dangerous glint in her eyes.
If Kazane dared to say "yes", she would send him flying out of the camp with a single punch.
Kazane froze.
At that moment, he realized—his life was on the line.
His next words would determine his fate.
And in front of him stood the most dangerous woman in the world. Still, the urge to say "yes mama" was becoming unbearable.