Mimi had many things she wanted to say to Tsunade.
But when they were face-to-face, she found that there was nothing to say after all.
It was just like Hashirama and Madara. Their ideals were different, that was all.
Loving everyone was impossible. To protect something meant losing something else in equal measure. Making a cruel choice to maintain the balance between them was the rationality of an adult.
Tsunade was too greedy.
Mimi was no saint. Demanding that Mimi meet the standards of a perfect saint was unreasonable.
Mimi had never been that flawless Mimi in Tsunade's heart.
Under everyone's support, carrying their pressure and expectations, and chasing after Mimi's back, what Tsunade wanted to become was the flawless saint that Mimi was in her heart.
It really was.
Naive.
"Let her go!!!"
"Mimi!!!"
Tsunade staggered across the ground toward Mimi. Her powerless body fell to the ground, then she struggled to rise again, roaring over the Slug's cries.
"Mimi!!!"
The iron chains scraped against the ground, their grating noise echoing through the cavern. Blood sprayed and spilled constantly as she struggled ceaselessly against her shackles.
The writhing Chakra battered the seal, surging and pounding inside her body like a volcano about to erupt and burst through the earth.
To tame a wild horse, one had to resort to somewhat forceful methods.
The whip was undoubtedly the most effective tool for taming one.
A thunderous boom rang out.
Hitomi moved in the blink of an eye, flashing behind Tsunade like teleportation. Pressing down on the back of Tsunade's head, she slammed her into the ground with tremendous force. The cavern seemed to tremble, and muffled booms echoed hollowly.
"Behave yourself, Tsunade." Holding Tsunade down, Hitomi said in a deep voice, "Stop wasting your strength."
It would make things hurt