That morning, Senya woke up and looked at Tsunade and Shizune, who were still asleep. He was just about to wake them.
But then he thought about last night's intense, prolonged battle—four-player mahjong.
It had even lasted until dawn. He instinctively rubbed his lower back.
No, this wouldn't do. It seemed that even a body strengthened by Dragon Vein Chakra couldn't be pushed this hard.
Actually, if it were only Shizune and Tsunade, he would have had more than enough stamina.
But Qianyue was there too. Qianyue's physical abilities far surpassed theirs. After all, as an "Artifact Spirit," Qianyue's body was made of Chakra. That was true tirelessness.
If he wanted Qianyue to surrender, he would probably have to wait until he recovered at least his former Nascent Soul-stage strength.
Unfortunately, he had yet to find even a cultivation method for Foundation Establishment, much less Core Formation and Nascent Soul after that.
So Senya changed clothes, took a large bag of bread from the refrigerator, and leaped across the rooftops toward the Hokage Building.
He planned to handle the morning's paperwork for Tsunade and Shizune so they could get some proper sleep.
As for the Police Force's work, Senya wasn't the chief, only the deputy chief. There had been too many ninja from other villages these past few days, and since they didn't understand Konoha's laws and regulations, quite a few had been invited in for tea. Let Fugaku worry about that. Senya couldn't be bothered with such trivial matters.
Thinking of the Police Force reminded Senya that the Land of Lightning daimyo's son still seemed to be locked up in one of its cells.
Tomorrow, he needed to find time to extort... no, deepen his friendship with Brother A, and bring him a few jars of his homemade good