It's All Stinking

However, as a grandmaster in the medical field, Tsunade might have a solution. So Jiraiya waited and waited, hoping against hope, until finally Tsunade arrived. Anxiety had driven Jiraiya to lose his reason; the moment he called Tsunade to the office, he impatiently yanked down his pants—and was immediately sent flying by a reflex-driven punch from Tsunade.

That single punch nearly took half of Jiraiya's life.

After washing off the filth from himself and barely patching his body back together, Tsunade came to Jiraiya's sickbed. Guilt written all over her face, she looked at the half-paralyzed Jiraiya, whom she had nearly beaten to death. She had already learned from others why Jiraiya had done what he did.

It turned out that Jiraiya was only one step away from becoming her sister.

She never imagined that Jiraiya's battle with Uchiha Yue had left him so severely injured. Just moments ago, she had thought he had only lost both legs.

"I'm sorry, Jiraiya... I didn't mean to..." Tsunade looked at Jiraiya, who was barely conscious, and apologized with guilt.

"It's... it's okay... Tsunade, can you get mine back...? I really need them!" Jiraiya slowly shook his head, then looked at Tsunade with a hopeful gaze. Heaven knows how he had endured this time.

"Tsunade-sama!" Just then, a Medical Ninja came before Tsunade holding a jar, handing it to her. Inside was exactly what Jiraiya longed for, the life-defining parts he wanted Tsunade to restore.

Tsunade took the jar, forced herself to suppress her nausea and glanced inside. Her expression instantly twisted into utter disgust. So gross, so stinky.

"Sorry, Jiraiya, I can't do anything either. They've already rotted. I'm not a god; I can't reattach them." Tsunade quickly handed the jar back to the nearby Medical Ninja, speaking helplessly.

"No!!!" Jiraiya wailed with a sob, immediately aggravating his injuries. He spat out a mouthful of blood, rolled his eyes back, and fainted.

"Jiraiya!" Tsunade rushed forward, fighting off her dizziness, and began resuscitating him.

Back then, after treating Jiraiya, the discarded flesh and blood had naturally been thrown away as waste. Fortunately, around that time, the people of Konoha had just found a place to settle down, and many things had yet to be rebuilt. So, after a frantic search by the group, they eventually found the organs among a pile of medical waste—completely ruined, foul and rotten. After some processing, they were kept from decaying further.

Not long after, Jiraiya barely regained consciousness. His eyes red, he stared blankly at the ceiling, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. Utter despair coiled around his heart. Regret—he regretted it. He never should have barged in on his own back then. Now he had ended up like this. Where was a time machine? Where?!

"..." Tsunade sat on a chair nearby, watching Jiraiya like this, and let out a sigh.

"Pull yourself together, Jiraiya. No matter what, at least you're still alive! Since you could fight Uchiha Yue for three hundred rounds and only lose by a single move, then Uchiha Yue isn't invincible. Once you recover, we'll join forces, mobilize all of Konoha's strength, and kill that Uchiha Yue who murdered the teacher and destroyed you! Avenge the teacher and avenge you!" Tsunade looked at Jiraiya, trying to comfort him.

Not knowing the truth, she still believed that Uchiha Yue wasn't that strong—no, not that he wasn't strong, but that he hadn't reached that unimaginable level, the level of her grandfather, becoming the new God of Shinobi. After all, if Uchiha Yue had her grandfather's strength, Jiraiya wouldn't just be crippled now—he would be dead.

"No... lost by a single move... Hahaha! Hahaha!!!! Lost by a single move!!! Hahaha!!!" Jiraiya suddenly burst into laughter, like a madman. Under Tsunade's bewildered gaze, he laughed wildly while spitting blood, as if mocking his own overestimation, mocking their self-deception.

"What lost by a single move? Tsunade, that's all fake. From start to finish, I never even saw Uchiha Yue's face! If it weren't for my Konoha comrades protecting me with their lives, even using every trick I had, I couldn't have escaped!" Jiraiya spoke tremblingly, his eyes filled with despair. After Orochimaru left, during this time, Jiraiya had been constantly thinking about how to defeat Uchiha Yue, how to kill that monster. And after racking his brains, all he felt was a profound, bottomless despair.

"What?!" Not long after, Tsunade learned the full story from Jiraiya. Konoha's public account—calling it embellished was an understatement. It was a complete reversal of black and white, utter nonsense! What three hundred rounds with Uchiha Yue, losing by a single move? That must have been a three-hundred-round battle in a dream!

"World-Ending Calamity... Can a human really become this powerful?" Tsunade leaned weakly against the wall. Just listening to Jiraiya's description, she could feel Uchiha Yue's overwhelming strength. He didn't even need to move a muscle; just standing there had nearly killed Jiraiya.

It felt to Tsunade like a sun. The sun does the same—it does nothing, just sits there quietly. To mortals, it is an absolute titan. To face the sun directly is like facing an ancient god, a step toward death. That's what the sun is! Was Uchiha Yue the sun, then? Even Hashirama Senju in his prime had never been called a calamity.

The hospital room fell into silence. Soon after, Tsunade left the room, deciding to see for herself.

Not long after Tsunade returned, prophecies about the end of the world began spreading across the entire Ninja World. Aside from Konoha, which had nearly been wiped out, and the Land of Water, long controlled by Uchiha Obito, the other great Ninja Villages and great nations also learned of this prophecy.

"Uchiha Yue? End of the world? What's this? Ridiculous. A mere native, ending the world... how absurd. Let me see what this is about." In a temple somewhere in the Ninja World, Jigen was a bit dazed. He looked at the message in his hand, frowned, and chuckled, dismissing it in his heart. But after reading it, his frown deepened. A sense of unease crept into his mind.

"This is... the power of the Divine Tree? The Uchiha Clan, Mangekyo Sharingan... Divine Tree... Damn it!"