Kushina, completely lost about what was happening, looked at Tsunade's firm expression. Seeing her own boyfriend casually waving her off, she puffed up her cheeks, shut the door to the specimen room, and stayed out of it.
Swish—
Tsunade vaulted over the lab table, lunging forward in an instant, her hand reaching straight for Yamanaka Shinno's collar.
"Hey, hey, hey—Tsunade, let's talk this out! No need to get violent!"
Shinno stepped back, raising an arm to block her grasp. Just as he was about to dodge further, Tsunade unexpectedly tugged at her own collar.
Shinno's eyes went wide, not yet processing what had just happened. The next moment, Tsunade had already locked his neck in an iron grip, trapping him in a headlock against her chest.
"...Tsunade, this is dishonorable combat!"
"Heh—against someone like you, honor is useless! Now talk! What the hell did you do to me?!"
"Nothing! Seriously, nothing! Just a little illusion to cleanse the soul."
Shinno didn't even blink as he shamelessly spewed nonsense.
"Cleanse my ass! You cast the genjutsu—you know exactly what happened inside! How the hell is that cleansing?!"
Tsunade growled through gritted teeth, her pretty face pressing dangerously close to his ear as if she were about to take a bite out of him.
For three whole days inside that genjutsu, she had been trapped in some ridiculous so-called 'church.'
On the first morning, she arrived to find a sultry nun in a provocative habit, white stockings, and high heels, casually smoking a cigarette, chatting with a seemingly refined and gentlemanly priest at the church entrance.
After eavesdropping for barely five minutes and realizing they were waiting for a little boy, she lost her patience and executed them both on the spot.
The moment they died, however, the genjutsu forced her to take on the role of the new nun.
That afternoon, she began listening to the prayers and confessions of the so-called 'faithful.'
The first confessor, a middle-aged man, admitted that, out of jealousy, he had indirectly caused the death of his friend's paralyzed grandfather. As karma, his wife had become his friend's mistress, and even his child turned out to be the other man's. Out of guilt, he had pretended not to know all along.
The second confessor, a young man, recounted how, at thirteen, he had caught a fish and, out of curiosity, stuffed it into his pants. Two weeks later, his father found the rotting fish under his bed. He buried it after that, but ever since, he had developed an unstoppable obsession with fishing.
The third confessor, a woman who sold seafood, admitted that one day, upon seeing a live eel...
Three days!
For three whole days, who the hell knew what other insane confessions she had been forced to listen to?!
"Uh... Tsunade, this was a genjutsu tailored just for you. Now tell me, after hearing all those confessions, don't you feel a bit more... normal?"
Shinno grinned, showing not the slightest bit of guilt.
As long as he could shift the blame onto genjutsu, why should he be afraid?
Besides, while the illusion's content seemed ridiculous, wasn't it actually quite effective?
For those with minor sins, Tsunade had truly played the role of a nun—comforting them and guiding them toward repentance.
For the truly irredeemable, she had executed judgment on the spot.
Wasn't this three-day experience as a church inquisitor a journey of self-reflection in its own way?
"..."
Tsunade's gaze flickered, her fists clenching and unclenching multiple times.
Damn it!
Why did it feel like this bastard actually had a point?!
What kind of twisted logic was this?!
But... her symptoms really had improved significantly after the genjutsu.
At the very least, when she looked back at the specimen room, she no longer felt that uncontrollable wave of emotion.
This...
"Tsunade, you haven't eaten yet, right? It's the New Year—how about we go home and have a nice meal?"
Seeing her reaction, Shinno instantly knew he had successfully fooled her. Without hesitation, he gave her an easy way out.
"...No way!"
Tsunade clenched her teeth, unwilling to let him off so easily.
If she just let this go, what about all the suffering she had gone through? What about all the anger she had felt?
She quickly clasped her hands together, forming a seal. A green glow of medical chakra flickered in her palm as she smirked coldly, preparing to strike Shinno's abdomen.
Smack—
Water splashed in all directions.
Shinno had already activated his Technique, escaping from her grasp and reforming a couple of meters away.
He wasn't stupid. Why would he just stand there and let her hit him?
Judging from her seals, this was a medical jutsu infused with Yang Release chakra.
And after seeing what had happened to Uchiha Fugaku last night...
He wasn't about to take that risk!
He could still picture the guy barely able to walk.
No thanks.
Still, as he felt his blood accelerating and an unfamiliar heat rising in his body, Shinno's face twitched.
Damn it.
She had hidden her real attack!
While her left hand had been a distraction, her right hand—locked around his neck—had already infused him with that medical chakra the moment the seals were completed.
Even with his quick reaction, his Hydrification Technique still took a fraction of a second to activate.
He should've just used Flying Thunder God instead!
Now...
"I'll figure out how to counter your technique one day!"
Tsunade scowled at the effect of her jutsu and turned away in disgust, storming toward the exit.
"Tsunade, if you want to study this, I can give you a demonstration."
Shinno, hearing her mutterings, immediately realized she had already assumed he was behind it.
Fine, no more pretending.
The moment he spoke, he teleported beside her using the Flying Thunder God technique, his left hand forming a seal while his right palm, glowing with green medical chakra, pressed against her lower back.
Smack—
Tsunade had tried to dodge, but there was no avoiding a technique she hadn't even seen coming.
Damn it!
Flying Thunder God!
This bastard had mentioned sparring with Minato before—so he really had learned it?!
But when had he planted the Flying Thunder God mark on her?!
She glared at Shinno with gritted teeth, her fists clenched, ready to retaliate—but before she could, her body suddenly trembled violently, her knees giving out as she collapsed onto the floor.
"Shinno... you're... dead...!"
"Tsunade, come on, we're friends! One hit for you, one hit for me—fair, right?"
"You... hit me first...!"
"Didn't Uchiha Fugaku take that hit for me?"
"Not the same, you bastard...!"
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