Heart-Piercing Dragon Claw Hand

# Chapter 9: Heart-Piercing Dragon Claw Hand

On the lively street, Jiraiya walked forward with a lecherous grin, occasionally reaching back to touch his ninja tool pouch. Sensing the two Sealed Item Scrolls inside filled him with reassurance and anticipation, and his steps grew lighter, eager to rush home and properly savor them.

"Oh! Tsunade's chakra!"

Suddenly he stopped mid-step, sensing a familiar chakra. Looking up, he spotted a hot spring bathhouse—the only one in all of Konoha with natural hot springs, very popular.

"Hehehe..."

His lecherous grin grew even more unhinged. Jiraiya looked left and right, suppressed his chakra signature, and hurried toward the bathhouse ahead.

A while later, wrapped in a towel around his waist, Jiraiya arrived at a hot spring pool. Again he glanced around furtively, confirmed no one was watching, then took out his tools of the trade. Carefully, he began working on the wooden partition beside him, quickly drilling a small hole.

"Huh? Why is Tsunade only showing her shoulders? Where's the rest?"

Spotting the familiar silhouette, Jiraiya grew impatient.

Across the way, Tsunade's entire body was submerged, only a bit of shoulder and above visible—hardly worth watching!

Left with no choice, Jiraiya adjusted his angle to ogle the other beauties in the opposite pool, and the regret in his heart was quickly filled.

"Mmm! That red-haired girl has a nice figure—one I'd struggle to get a grip on. That black-haired one isn't bad either—probably hard to fully palm..."

His grin grew more unhinged, and Jiraiya's hands unconsciously made some bizarre gestures, drool nearly dripping out.

"They really are quite good. That red-haired miss is D-Rank, and the black-haired one is C-Rank..."

Suddenly a slightly youthful voice came from beside him, startling Jiraiya so badly he nearly retracted everything.

Turning his head and recognizing the familiar face, he finally relaxed.

"You know this trade too?"

Looking at Shimura Kentei, who had also drilled a hole in the wooden partition to enjoy the view, Jiraiya couldn't help but wonder again if this kid was really the seed of that Shadow of Shinobi.

The difference between them was enormous!

"Just a little! Just a little!"

Shimura Kentei humbly replied, indicating he only knew that little bit. After all, his past life's island-country artistic films and action movies weren't watched for nothing—he had reached the supreme realm of seeing code where there was none, and no code where there was.

This demeanor made Jiraiya feel a deep kinship. Confirming through eye contact that this was a fellow traveler, he asked curiously, "What do those C-Rank and D-Rank things you mentioned mean?"

Hearing this, Shimura Kentei proudly shared his insights with this kindred spirit.

"This is my standard for measuring a miss's bosom. Subtract the underbust from the bust to get a difference. Starting at 7.5 centimeters, with 2.5 centimeters as a standard interval, from low to high: AA, A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I—ten ranks total."

Jiraiya's eyes lit up as he listened, then he thought of a very strange question.

"What about below 7.5 centimeters?"

"(→_→)!"

Giving a speechless look at this prematurely aged fellow, Shimura Kentei felt this guy might be a clown sent by the monkeys. But considering his tool-person status, he patiently answered.

"Anything below that standard is pure pectoral muscle!"

This answer left Jiraiya deeply embarrassed—he'd forgotten that point.

Not lingering on that bizarre question, Shimura Kentei continued like a seasoned expert. "From my investigations, the average bosom level of our Land of Fire's misses is C-Rank. The Land of Wind is worst, averaging A-Rank. The Land of Earth's misses are a bit better, averaging B-Rank. The Land of Water's are better, at D-Rank. The Land of Lightning's misses are the most formidable, averaging E-Rank!"

"That does seem to be the case!"

Recalling the kunoichi misses he'd encountered from the Four Great Shinobi Villages, Jiraiya nodded in deep agreement, feeling even closer to this young fellow cultivator, almost regretting not meeting him sooner.

"So that means Tsunade is the highest rank, I-Rank?"

His lecherous grin growing more unhinged, Jiraiya had full confidence in his teammate Tsunade—she was the most magnificently bosomed kunoichi miss he'd ever seen in his life.

Of course, the round sisters of the Akimichi Clan were excluded.

But Shimura Kentei seriously shook his head at Jiraiya's judgment, refuting it. "No, Tsunade-senpai should be the foremost of the Seven Deadly Weapons—the perfect circle, nature's gift. With sufficient structural support to defy gravity, she should have reached the rarely seen J-Rank level, truly the number one fierce figure of the ninja world!"

Shimura Kentei had confidence in his eyesight—this was a passive skill inherited from his past life, and he wouldn't be mistaken. Her bust difference should be about thirty-three centimeters.

And given her age, there should still be some room for growth. In the future, she might even reach the Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits, achieving the perfect cycle.

"Seven Deadly Weapons? What's that?"

Jiraiya humbly sought instruction. He was a good young man who wasn't ashamed to ask questions—when he didn't know something, he asked, and he didn't care that this young fellow cultivator was younger than him.

In this regard, he deeply agreed with a line Master Yunzhongniao wrote in his novel—In learning, there is no seniority; those who attain it come first!

"I'm also very curious—what are these Seven Deadly Weapons?"

At that moment, a cold voice came from behind the two, making their bodies stiffen. In the warm hot spring water, they actually broke out in cold sweat.

Turning around, Shimura Kentei saw that it was indeed Tsunade.

Tsunade was fully dressed, crouching on the hot spring's surface using water-walking technique. Her beautiful eyes glinted with cold light, and the killing intent she emitted seemed to drop the warm pool's temperature by over ten degrees.

"Tsunade! What a coincidence!"

Turning around stiffly, Jiraichi forced a smile as he greeted her, while subtly blocking the small hole he'd drilled.

Unfortunately, his reward was a fair, jade-like fist brimming with brutal force.

"Boom!"

A pink fist carrying immense force slammed into Jiraiya's chest. Shimura Kentei, relying on his trained dynamic vision, even clearly saw Jiraiya's entire chest cave inward and heard the crack of bones.

The delicate fist sank all the way in, bringing the two into a negative-distance intimate contact—though the roles of attacker and defender were mismatched. With a dull thud, Jiraiya's body flew backward, smashing a human-shaped hole through the wooden partition and leaving the young ladies bathing on the other side staring blankly, unable to react for a long moment.

"Tsunade-senpai, you arrived just in time! I was being led and forced by Jiraiya-senpai just now!"

Shimura Kentei put on a pitiful, innocent expression, shamelessly shifting the blame to Jiraiya. After all, that guy had been sent flying—with that force, he'd definitely have a concussion and wouldn't wake up anytime soon. This Humble One could say whatever he wanted.

Unfortunately, Tsunade wasn't so easy to fool.

"Thump!"

"Kid, I'll give you two choices now: right cheek or left cheek, pick one."

Hoisting Shimura Kentei up and pinning him against the partition, Tsunade waved her fair hand, showing her magnanimity. This little pervert, she was definitely going to slap him today to teach him a lesson—the only difference was whether it was the left or right cheek.

"Do I have to choose?"

Seeing there was no easy way out, Shimura Kentei sighed, knowing he'd have to unleash his ultimate killing move.

"Choose quickly, or I'll choose for you!"

Without any concession, Tsunade's fine eyes swept back and forth across the little brat's face. She had to admit, this kid was indeed handsome—still a bit immature, but exuding a kind of masculine beauty. Especially his height; though only twelve, he was a bit taller than her, definitely over 1.7 meters. She wondered what he'd been eating to grow like that.

"Since that's the case, don't blame me."

"Thirty-Six Strikes, Hundred-Hit Heart-Piercing Dragon Claw Hand!"

His expression turning serious, Shimura Kentei decisively unleashed his ultimate move, curling his fingers into claws and striking out like lightning.

"Rip!"

The sound of fabric tearing rang out. Tsunade instinctively pulled her hands back to cover her chest, and Shimura Kentei took the chance to escape, crashing through the adjacent partition while shouting, "Come quick, everyone! There's a big-wave beauty here!"

This roar sent the male creatures soaking in the hot spring pool into an excited frenzy as they turned to look. Tsunade, wanting to pursue, could only cover her chest and retreat in frustration, gnashing her teeth in hatred. That little brat was dead meat!

"Step two, a complete success!"

On the other side, Shimura Kentei, having run out of the bathhouse, put on clothes he'd prepared in a corner, a smile on his face. Yes, he had designed all of this. He'd specifically had his fiancée, Miss Keiko, instruct the Xinhua Bookstore to sell books at this time today, luring Jiraiya over. This street was the only route from the bookstore to Jiraiya's home, and the hot spring bathhouse was right on it. With Jiraiya's familiarity with Tsunade's Chakra, he'd definitely sense her passing by, and given that guy's lecherous nature, he wouldn't miss the chance to enjoy the view.

As for why Tsunade Hime was here, that was the result of Shimura Genma's investigation. That woman seemed to love soaking in hot springs; whenever she returned to the village, she'd make time to come, and recently it had formed a stable pattern.

"Now that I've caught Tsunade's attention, I need to create an opportunity for that woman to take revenge."

Thinking this, Shimura Kentei smiled slightly and hurried toward the direction Jiraiya had been sent flying. Next, he'd need to let Jiraiya, that tool, perform on stage again.

Soon, he arrived at Jiraiya's crash site. The sight was a mess. His entire chest was caved in, his body embedded in the rock wall, unconscious. A small squad of Anbu ninjas was making a stretcher, carefully prying Jiraiya out and rushing him to the hospital for emergency treatment. Shimura Kentei followed like a family member, waiting slowly outside the operating room for the results.

"Are you the patient's family?"

After an hour of emergency treatment, the operating room door opened, and the lead surgeon walked out.

"I'm a junior of Jiraiya-senpai. Tell me whatever's needed. I've already paid the medical fees—use the best medicine, arrange the best room, nurses, and doctors. Money's no problem."

Shimura Kentei hurried forward, generously declaring that money wasn't an issue and that everything possible must be done to save Jiraiya. This put a kind smile on the lead surgeon's face—they loved this kind of rich spender.

"The patient is out of life-threatening danger. With the best medicine, he can be discharged in a week and fully recovered in a month."

The lead surgeon kindly gave a time frame, secretly calculating his own cut from this.

"I'm giving you just one day. By tomorrow, Jiraiya-senpai must meet discharge standards. Money's no problem. Also, wake Jiraiya-senpai up as soon as possible—I have something to say to him."

He extended a finger and gave a one-day time limit.

He couldn't wait a whole week—after all, tomorrow was the day he would thrash those graduates, and Jiraiya had to be present, at least capable of showing up.

"Waking Lord Jiraiya up quickly isn't a big problem, but having him recover to the point of being discharged within a day is beyond my medical skills. The only one in all of Konoha with that ability is Lady Tsunade."

Hesitating for a moment, the lead surgeon admitted his inability, but recommended Tsunade to Shimura Kentei.

Though his own medical skills were superior, his cultivation of Yang Release Chakra was far inferior to Tsunade's, who hailed from the Senju Clan—this was a difference in innate bloodline talent.

"Genma!"

He waved to Shimura Genma, who had just arrived behind him a short while ago. He couldn't conveniently go see that woman Tsunade himself right now.

"Young Master!"

Stepping forward, Shimura Genma obediently awaited orders.

"Go back and ask Sister Keiko for ten million ryo. Bring it to invite Senior Tsunade here to treat Senior Jiraiya. Be quick!"

"Yes, Young Master!"

Without a single word of nonsense, Shimura Genma turned and left, heading back to the Shimura Family.

"Wake Senior Jiraiya as soon as possible."

With a nod to the lead surgeon, Shimura Kentei entered the operating room, ready to have a proper talk with this tool, Jiraiya.

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