"Honor League"

The mission rewards were high. Even Tsunade, who remained composed in the face of the Hokage position, couldn't keep her emotions steady now.

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 flowed within the Yin Seal, its cool sensation quickly settling Tsunade's mood.

"An optional mission... meaning I can refuse it?" she asked tentatively.

Correct. Non-standard missions may be declined by the Reincarnator.

"The penalty for mission failure is severe. Not only would I lose 4,000 Reward Points, but my evaluation with the Main God would also drop..."

Tsunade's brow furrowed tightly as she wavered.

Her current total Reward Points didn't even reach four thousand. If they went negative and she couldn't make up the difference within six months, she'd face "Forced Repayment."

Her Chakra, Fuinjutsu, medical ninjutsu, Combat Experience, luck, destiny...

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

Tsunade didn't want to attempt that outcome at all.

But still...

"Accept it? Why not?"

"With Orochimaru and Jiraiya helping, and the entire Konoha force at my disposal, if I can't handle something this small, I might as well find a block of tofu and bash my head in!"

Tsunade gritted her teeth, steeled her resolve, and accepted the mission.

Mission accepted. Mission duration: 70 days.

Receiving this feedback, Tsunade's breathing steadied slightly.

She'd been worried the Main God would only give her a month or a week—that would've truly been a fight for survival.

Knock, knock, knock.

The door was rapped again.

"Come in!"

The visitor wore a pure white trench coat, with a strange red five-pointed star badge pinned to his chest. His features were harmonious, pleasant to look at, but his pitch-black eyes held a mysterious allure that unconsciously drew one in.

"Jonin, Wang Yan."

Tsunade's pupils instantly contracted into dangerous slits. Her spine curved slightly as she subconsciously entered a combat-ready state.

She felt an immense pressure from this man.

A pressure that even Orochimaru, whose strength changed by the day and advanced like a rocket, couldn't match.

She asked, "Are you working for the Third, or serving Danzo?"

Hearing this foolish question, Wang Yan found it a bit amusing. He waved his hand: "Don't be nervous. If anything, we're comrades in the same camp. These past few days, you should have received the promotion mission from Lord Main God, right?"

Tsunade shot up in alarm, her fine figure heaving: "You..."

Wang Yan snapped his fingers.

Tsunade realized with horror that her body was no longer under her conscious control, moving mechanically against her will.

She could only watch as "she" picked up a teacup, brewed some tea, respectfully handed it to Wang Yan, and finally sat down in a chair...

Only after all this was done did she 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 you. After the Great Cataclysm, three hundred billion Reincarnators died out. But I made the right choice, my status was elevated, and I became a direct Guide under Lord Main God. By that measure, you can call me 'senior.'"

Tsunade was still stunned by the terrifying power he'd displayed. Her mind raced, thoughts sparking like lightning, one idea after another emerging.

Reading every thought in her eyes, Wang Yan smiled gently and pulled out the same spiel he'd used to fool Sasuke.

This time, with more experience, he didn't even need a draft to spin his tales. He even casually fabricated several "Supreme Powerhouses" that didn't actually exist, detailing their personalities, abilities, histories, and fates.

They all shared one identity—among the three hundred billion who had foolishly tried to rebel against the Main God.

After a long silence, Tsunade sighed: "Senior, those events are too far in the past. They have nothing to do with me. Besides, I've never thought of defying the Main God's authority. After all, my dream is to revive my lover and family. If that time truly comes, I'll only be grateful to the Main God, for giving me a chance to make up for my regrets."

Anyone could say pretty words like that. But in reality?

Ingratitude was the norm.

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

"You speak from the heart."

Wang Yan waved his hand, and a marine-blue Game Helmet appeared on Tsunade's desk: "This is the carrier for the Virtual Reality game 'Honor League.' The tutorial is well-made. Due to limited conditions, you can only play against bots for now. Come on, 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 also a 5v5 battle, where destroying the enemy's main base won the match.

At the same time, its time flow was 1:1 with the real world. There was no accelerated consciousness, nor did it block real-world memories. It could be called a highly competitive MOBA game.

Tsunade quickly finished the tutorial and started a bot match.

Half an hour later.

She took off the helmet, her face slightly flushed: "This... is incredible! Absolutely unbelievable!"

Just now, while wearing the Game Helmet, she almost felt as if she had entered another real world—those comrades and enemies, each with their own emotions, personalities, abilities, and thoughts, nothing like fakes.

After thinking for a moment, Tsunade complained: "But the game's setup is a bit unreasonable. Why are both teams made up of five people?"

Wang Yan pursed his lips: "Rigid thinking!"

"You're making the mistake of sticking to old ways! Little comrade, I know what you're about to say—nothing more than how ninja teams nowadays follow the 1+3 four-person model, right?"

Tsunade smiled awkwardly; that was exactly what she had been thinking.

"A Jonin leader and three Genin—that combination is already outdated. A complete team must have five people!"

Wang Yan counted on his fingers: "A tank type to absorb damage, a ninjutsu type for burst, a roaming type for reconnaissance, support, and counter-ganking, a sustained-damage type for tools and Taijutsu, and a support-medical type to protect teammates and control enemies."

"Five-on-five is the righteous path; three-on-three and four-on-four are heresies!"

Tsunade was speechless.

She felt like what he said... kind of made sense?

"The design blueprints and software programs for the Game Helmet aren't encrypted. Hand them over to Orochimaru for research, then mass-produce them."

"I've noticed that among you, Orochimaru, and Jiraiya, there's a connection through a low-level contract force."

"But Orochimaru doesn't strike me as the helpful type. How you convince him to assist is up to you. After all, this is your mission, not mine."

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

Truly, coming without a trace, leaving without a shadow.

At that moment, Gaara had already left Sunagakure, heading for the tri-border junction of the Land of Earth, Land of Wind, and Land of Fire.

His destination was Amegakure.

That place was...

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

Please collect, sniffle sniffle!