Honor League

The mission reward was extremely high. Even Tsunade, who had remained utterly composed in the face of the Hokage position, could no longer keep her emotions calm.

If she could complete this mission perfectly, she would receive a full 4,000 Reward Points and a B-Rank Destiny Gem...

"Calm down! Calm down!"

Chakra circulated through the Yin Seal, and the icy sensation quickly calmed Tsunade.

"An Optional Mission... does that mean I can refuse it?" she asked tentatively.

Correct. Non-standard missions may be refused by Reincarnators.

"The penalty for mission failure is severe. Not only will 4,000 Reward Points be deducted, but my evaluation with the Main God will also decrease..."

Tsunade furrowed her brow, unable to make up her mind.

She did not even have a total of 4,000 Reward Points right now. If her balance was deducted into the negative and she could not make it up within six months, she would face "Forced Repayment."

Her Chakra, Fuinjutsu, medical ninjutsu, combat experience, luck, destiny...

All of those could be converted into Reward Points to pay off the debt.

Tsunade had no desire to attempt the consequences of that.

However...

"Accept it! Why not?"

"With Orochimaru and Jiraiya helping me, and all of Konoha's power at my disposal, if I still can't handle something this minor, I might as well bash my head against a block of tofu!"

Tsunade gritted her teeth, hardened her heart, and accepted the mission.

Mission accepted. Mission deadline: 70 days.

Receiving that feedback, Tsunade's aura settled slightly.

She had been worried that the Main God would give her only a month or even a week. That would have meant she truly had to risk her life.

Knock, knock, knock.

Someone knocked on the door again.

"Come in!"

The visitor wore a pure white trench coat and a strange red five-pointed-star badge on his chest. His features were harmonious and pleasant to look at, but his ink-black eyes seemed to possess some mysterious power that made people unconsciously lose themselves in them.

"Jonin, Wang Yan."

Tsunade's pupils instantly narrowed into dangerous needle-like slits. Her spine bent slightly as she instinctively entered a combat stance.

She felt an immense pressure coming from him.

Even Orochimaru, whose strength changed by the day and advanced at breakneck speed, could not compare to that pressure.

She asked, "Are you one of the Third Hokage's people, or do you work for Danzo?"

Hearing such a foolish question, Wang Yan found it somewhat amusing. He waved his hand. "Don't be nervous. Come to think of it, we're comrades in the same camp. These past few days, you should have received the promotional mission issued by Lord Main God, right?"

Tsunade sprang to her feet in alarm, her beautiful figure suddenly heaving. "You..."

Wang Yan snapped his fingers.

To her horror, Tsunade discovered that her body was no longer under the control of her own will. It began moving mechanically against her wishes.

Tsunade could only watch as she picked up a teacup, brewed a cup of tea, respectfully delivered it to Wang Yan, and finally sat down in her chair...

Only after finishing all that did she finally regain control of her body.

"Let me introduce myself."

A meaningful smile showed on Wang Yan's face. "Before the Great Cataclysm, my Reincarnator Number was 003, just like yours. After the Great Cataclysm, all thirty billion Reincarnators died. Since I made the correct choice, my status was elevated, and I became Lord Main God's direct Guide. By that logic, you may call me 'senior.'"

Tsunade was still shocked by the terrifying strength he had displayed. Her mind raced like lightning as one thought after another emerged.

Taking in every one of her thoughts, Wang Yan smiled gently and brought out the same spiel he had used to fool Sasuke.

This time, he was more experienced than before. He did not even need to prepare a draft to spin nonsense, and he casually fabricated several nonexistent "Supreme Powerhouses," describing their personalities, abilities, experiences, and endings in detail.

They all shared the same identity—the thirty billion who overestimated themselves and attempted to resist the Main God.

After a long silence, Tsunade sighed. "Senior, those matters are too far in the past and have nothing to do with me. Besides, I have never considered resisting the Main God's majesty. My dream is to revive my lover and my family. If that day truly comes, I will only be grateful to the Main God, because He gave me a chance to make up for my regrets."

Anyone could say such pretty words, but what about in reality?

Ingratitude was the norm.

Still, Wang Yan was very satisfied with Tsunade's response.

"You mean that sincerely."

With a wave of one hand, Wang Yan produced an ocean-blue Game Helmet on Tsunade's desk. "This is the device for the Virtual Reality game 'Honor League.' The beginner tutorial is quite good. Since conditions are limited, you can only play against bots for now. Come, give it a try..."

With his help, Tsunade put on the helmet and entered the Virtual Reality game.

Unlike "Shadow Breaking the Firmament," "Honor League" was a MOBA game similar to League of Legends and Honor of Kings. It was likewise a 5v5 battle, and the side that destroyed the enemy's main base won.

At the same time, its flow of time was one-to-one with the real world. There was no accelerated consciousness, nor did it block real-world memories. It could be said to be an intensely competitive MOBA game.

Tsunade quickly finished the beginner tutorial and began playing against bots.

Half an hour later.

She took off the helmet, her face slightly flushed. "This... is too amazing! It's simply unbelievable!"

While wearing the Game Helmet just now, she had nearly thought she had entered another real world. Every one of those allies and enemies possessed their own emotions, personalities, abilities, and thoughts. They did not seem fake at all.

After thinking for a while, Tsunade complained, "But this game's setup isn't very reasonable. Why are both teams made up of five people?"

Wang Yan pursed his lips. "Rigid thinking!"

"You've fallen into the trap of clinging to old conventions! Comrade, I know what you mean. You're saying that ninja teams are currently all formed in groups of four, one plus three, right?"

Tsunade smiled a little awkwardly. That was indeed what she had been thinking.

"One leading Jonin and three Genin—this kind of formation has long since fallen behind the times. A complete team must have five people!"

Wang Yan counted on his fingers. "A tank type that absorbs damage, a ninjutsu type that deals burst damage, a roaming type for scouting, support, and counter-ganking, a ninja-tool and Taijutsu type for sustained damage, and a support medical type responsible for protecting allies and controlling enemies."

"Five versus five is the righteous path. Three versus three and four versus four are both heresy!"

Tsunade was speechless.

She felt that what he said seemed... somewhat reasonable?

"The Game Helmet's design blueprints and software programs are not encrypted. Give them to Orochimaru for research, then mass-produce them."

"I sensed a link of low-level contract power among you, Orochimaru, and Jiraiya."

"But Orochimaru doesn't look like someone eager to help others. How you convince him to assist you will depend on your methods. After all, this is your mission, not mine."

Wang Yan waved his hand, and his figure gradually vanished into the air.

He truly came without a trace and left without a shadow.

At this moment, Gaara had already left Sunagakure and was rushing toward the border where the Land of Earth, the Land of Wind, and the Land of Fire met.

His destination was Amegakure.

That place was...

The homeland of the "Demi-God," Hanzo of the Salamander.

Please collect, sob sob sob!