Damn it! I'm going to go slaughter them.
Especially that Nara whatever-his-name-is, I'm going to grind his bones to dust.
The energetic blonde beauty was pulled back by a middle-aged man with a wild shock of white hair.
Calm down, Tsunade!
What Shikaku said was indeed infuriating, but it wasn't entirely unreasonable, the middle-aged white-haired man said helplessly.
The soundproofing of the private room where Shikaku Nara and the others held their meeting was actually quite good, but since the strength of Jiraiya, Tsunade, and Orochimaru was far too formidable, after catching the faintest trace of sound initially, listening intently meant there was no difference from speaking right to their faces.
Shikaku Nara had said that they needed to ask whether the Uchiha were willing to become Hokage first, and only if the Uchiha were unwilling would they come to consult Jiraiya and Tsunade.
Anyone who still possessed pride and self-respect in their heart would feel extremely dissatisfied upon hearing that they had become mere backup choices.
Even Danzo Shimura, who was obsessed with the position of Hokage, would inevitably have feelings of surprise and fury erupt simultaneously upon hearing such remarks, silently recording Shikaku Nara—who spoke those words—in his little book of reckoning, awaiting a later settling of scores.
Tsunade was a very magnanimous person; she would not hold a grudge just because someone cursed her, and she would only use her little fists to pound that person's chest. Her personality was similar to that of the reckless Fourth Raikage A, with a temperament that exploded at the slightest touch.
Let go of me, Jiraiya.
Alright, Tsunade! What Shikaku said does sound grating, but it still makes some sense.
*You know the strength of that old bastard, Setsuna Uchiha. If he suddenly launched an armed coup out of dissatisfaction