When Chiyo saw the fake Tsunade, she nearly suffered a stroke. Back then, she had sworn to the heavens that no one but Tsunade could cure her poison, only to be proven wrong immediately afterward. Luckily, she held the highest seniority on the front lines, so no one dared hold her to that vow about "livestreaming herself eating shit." Otherwise, where would she put her old face?
At the time, Chiyo had thought that even if it was not Tsunade, the Medical Ninja who cured her poison had to be no ordinary person, and she had even felt a touch of mutual admiration. The moment she saw Duke, all of that shattered. MMP, whose idiot slipped his leash and got let loose?
"Old hag Chiyo, I never thought that at your age, even your eyesight would fail you! I'm the genuine article, so how could I possibly be an impostor? Don't tell me you saw how well I've maintained myself while your face is already covered in wrinkles, got jealous, and now can't face reality?" Duke covered his mouth and laughed. He absolutely could not admit it at a time like this, or what would have been the point of enduring humiliation and bearing the burden?
So that was it! Hearing Duke's words, the Sand Shinobi suddenly understood. Several of them secretly nodded along.
"These are forehead lines, forehead lines!" Chiyo glared at the Sand Shinobi from her side who had nodded and spoke through gritted teeth.
"You sure have a lot of forehead lines... Also, forehead lines don't grow at the corners of your eyes," Duke said lightly.
"Enough nonsense, you sneaky bastard. I've already seen through you. How long do you intend to keep wearing that face?" Chiyo barked, her anger maxed out.
"I told you, I'm real.