Tsunade's Super Strength, Stand - Stray Cat!

# Chapter 30: Lady Tsunade's Super Strength, Stand - Stray Cat!

"Did you bring the goods?"

"Hehe, of course I did!"

"Hurry up! The captain was called to a meeting by Jiraiya-sensei, let's cure our drinking itch!"

Inside a Konoha camp tent, several ninja gathered together, sneaking drinks like thieves.

As everyone knew, Konoha ninja had three prohibitions.

The first "prohibition" was against luxury—ninja must live simply and avoid pursuing money and material goods, because material things numb a ninja's spirit. Most ninja could follow this well.

The second "prohibition" was against lust—ninja were forbidden from entering pleasure quarters, but not far from Konoha there was a FUNFUN Street, where one could have a very FUN experience. Jiraiya and the Third Hokage were both veterans of such places.

The third "prohibition" was against alcohol—ninja under 18 could not drink, and even after 18 they must not drink excessively, needing to be ready for rapid response at all times. Drunkenness could delay battle opportunities.

But these chunin stationed at the border, constantly hearing the wails and screams from afar, bore too much pressure.

There were no other forms of entertainment here. If they didn't vent their emotions through drinking, their mental state would gradually collapse—and this was actually something Lady Tsunade tacitly allowed.

It wasn't just them; other tents were the same.

"Ha! That's the stuff!"

"Hey, when do you think we can go back?"

"Should be soon. Now that Jiraiya-sama is back, things will be much easier here."

"Drink less. When the captain returns, we'll get scolded again."

"What's there to fear? Aren't Eagle and the others standing guard? Besides that Hanzo who's been making a name for himself lately in the Land of Rain, who else could threaten us Konoha?"

The few of them chatted about random topics, then went back to drinking. An expensive bottle of sake was evenly divided among their cups—one for you, one for me.

Just as the atmosphere was heating up—

Fsssh!!

No one noticed, but inside the translucent tent, a few drops of dark red blood splattered onto the canvas.

"How negligent."

Watching the men fall like autumn wheat, Yun Chuan, wearing a blank mask, shook his head.

With the few Konoha jonin-level ninja called away by Jiraiya to exchange intelligence, Each isolated, sealed tent was like a sheep pen in his eyes, and those ninja were like sleeping sheep.

The black shadow darting through the maze of tents was the wolf that had violently barged into the flock.

Yun Chuan moved through the shadows, blade rising and falling, becoming a master puppeteer, controlling the life and death of over a dozen puppets.

As his fingers danced, the heads of enemy "puppets" were yanked high by threads, tossed up and falling, while the headless "puppets" rolled to the ground.

Under the dim lamplight, round heads flew through the air with spurting blood.

Every strike was cold-blooded and merciless, chilling to behold.

The short blade was like a scythe reaping wheat—perhaps pity existed, but no mercy.

Figures fell like cut grass, heads bobbing, silently collapsing.

The silently departing corpses piled up, blood flowing like a river.

Fsssh!!

Yun Chuan, who had been weaving through the rain of blood without a single drop touching him, finally had one drop flick from his short blade onto his cheek after dealing with a Special Jonin who had sensed something wrong and gone on alert.

"Although it's noon, reacting this quickly—I suppose this is what you'd expect from a great nation's ninja?"

Sensing the commotion outside, Yun Chuan paused slightly, a troubled expression on his face: "Not a single template dropped. My luck really is terrible today."

Looking at the camp already reeking of blood, he raised his hand to wipe the warm drop from his face, leaving a shallow blood streak on his cheek.

At his feet, a ninja's eyes bulged wide like a demon's, a kunai embedded in his forehead, blood gushing out in a steady stream.

At that moment, Yun Chuan felt a presence lock onto him.

"You little thief!!"

A voice filled with violent rage rang out. The entire tent exploded from top to bottom in an instant, and the ground beneath Yun Chuan's feet trembled.

BOOM!!

The earth cracked with a thunderous roar, collapsing inward like a landslide. The entire ground was shattered by an unimaginably terrifying force.

The few corpses were torn apart into broken chunks by the Super Strength that descended upon them. The pooled blood and shattered bones exploded outward like a bomb!

Splat! Splat!

When Yun Chuan's figure reappeared amidst the murky red rain in midair—

"...Lady Tsunade?"

He looked at the woman at the peak of her fury and praised: "What terrifying power."

"One enemy? Only one enemy?"

Tsunade's not-yet-fully-developed chest heaved violently. Seeing the dozens of ninja silently killed around her, her already irritated mood instantly erupted into a blaze of fury.

A brat had killed this many ninja—what the hell were those guys even doing?

The next moment, that rage, along with her terrifying chakra, burst forth from her entire body in an explosive release.

Boom!!

Her whole body shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bowstring, a suffocating pressure instantly crashing down on Yun Chuan—the dreadful power of chakra condensed to its absolute limit!

She gave Yun Chuan no room for compromise; her strike was pure catharsis for her fury.

But even if it wasn't deep night, this was still Yun Chuan's home ground.

Then let me try—my current limit.

A faint curve tugged at the corner of Yun Chuan's mouth. His deep blue eyes locked onto the high-speed figure charging at him, and he raised a hand slightly toward Tsunade.

Tsunade, not yet in her prime, was even faster than he had imagined—closing the distance was almost a blink of an eye.

Her seemingly slender fist, packed with Super Strength, punched through the air straight at Yun Chuan's chest.

But the moment the fierce gale of her punch surged, Yun Chuan's raised hand snapped shut.

Stand Cat!!

Whoosh!!

The surging wind pressure instantly compressed in front of him.

In that split second, Tsunade's figure jerked to a halt, her eyes widening involuntarily.

"What the hell?!"

She felt as if her fist had plunged into a quagmire—the terrifying power she had unleashed seemed to strike cotton.

Before it could even reach Yun Chuan's body, her fist could not advance another inch.

Not only that—like a spring compressed to its limit, when the horrifying rebound force surged back, Tsunade's expression shifted.

Her Super Strength rippled through the air like water, and the surrounding air began to tremble wildly at the opposite frequency.

Boom!!

As if a violent air explosion had occurred, a massive shockwave burst out between them, expanding in an almost invisible, transparent ring.

Feeling as if she had been punched by her own full-force strike, Tsunade was sent stumbling backward.

The shattered air currents coiled around her, suddenly transforming into countless wind blades, pressing against her heart, her throat, the back of her head—exuding a chilling, lethal edge.