"If he isn't afraid of embarrassing himself by dancing in front of countless Konoha ninja and suffering mental trauma, then let him come make trouble for me."
Chiyue shrugged, showing that he did not care.
"I couldn't tell you were this confident."
Tsunade rolled her eyes.
"If you offend that old bastard badly enough, be careful he might deliberately send you on dangerous missions."
Whatever.
Chiyue merely shrugged again, indicating that he did not care.
Any way was fine.
Openly or secretly, it did not matter.
As long as they did not drag a sealing squad over to cause him trouble.
Chiyue was not afraid of anything else. He was only afraid of accidentally being sealed. That would be game over.
As for openly sending him to his death, that was a minor problem.
He could just have Little White fire off a few Tailed Beast Balls, blow the Konoha camp sky-high, and then openly become a Rogue Ninja.
If he had family living in Konoha, Chiyue might have had some reservations.
But he was all alone. What the hell did he have to fear?
Your temper has grown right along with your strength, huh?!
Chiyue's attitude left Tsunade speechless.
Fortunately, she did not know what Chiyue was thinking. Otherwise, she would definitely have been shocked.
For ordinary ninja, becoming a Rogue Ninja was absolutely a choice made only as a last resort.
But to Chiyue, it simply did not matter.
"Forget it. You're just like Nawaki. Looks like you've entered your rebellious phase. There's no point trying to persuade you.
"Think it over carefully. I'm borrowing your room. Wake me at seven tomorrow morning—I still need to go to the hospital and help with an operation."
"There's a guest room!!"
Were you addicted to sleeping there?
Could you not