"What a pity. There were still so many abilities I hadn't used yet."
Glancing back in the direction Orochimaru had fled, Ronglin felt deeply regretful. He still had quite a few tricks he had not brought out yet!
Now, it was all gone. Once the Impure World Reincarnation was released, Hashirama Senju, that alchemical stone, vanished as well.
"..."
Tsunade glared at Ronglin speechlessly.
"What, you thought tormenting my grandfather was fun?"
No matter what, Hashirama Senju was Tsunade's grandfather. Wasn't Ronglin's messing around equivalent to tormenting the old man right in front of her?
"Uh... no."
Ronglin's mouth twitched as he looked up at the Nine-Tails.
"Can you still walk?"
What a smooth change of subject. Seeing Ronglin directly shift the topic, Tsunade curled her lips. Still, it was better not to talk too much about this sort of thing, or it could easily lead to conflict.
"My lord."
The Nine-Tails looked exhausted, covered in wounds. By now, it had been completely won over by Ronglin—thoroughly convinced.
Looking at the wounded Nine-Tails, Ronglin grinned. "You really are pathetic. I helped you this much, and you still couldn't win back your pride. Chances like this don't come often."
"Ah—hiss—"
The moment he finished speaking, Ronglin grimaced and let out a muffled groan. Tsunade stared darkly at him and the Nine-Tails.
The Nine-Tails froze for a moment, then decisively turned its head away, wearing an expression that said it had seen nothing. Ronglin snapped, "What are you doing? Why are you becoming more and more like those shrews in the village? You always go straight for the tender spots."
"Those shrews would punch you directly. Is that what you want?"
Tsunade snorted with a dark expression. Ronglin opened his mouth, then said with a bitter smile, "You'd better not. Don't throw