"Shengshu's injuries haven't healed yet. The doctor recommended that he rest a little longer."
Tsunade said irritably. Just mentioning Shengshu put her in a bad mood.
"I see. That makes sense."
Yayoi kept smiling.
Tsunade was the best medic around, and now that she was back, Shengshu still needed to rest?
The answer was obvious.
What a ruthless woman.
But Shengshu really had been too impulsive. The battlefield wasn't a game, and the Sannin wouldn't always be there to save him in time. Yayoi couldn't give him something to save his life every time he went out to battle.
With that impulsive personality, Shengshu was like a meat bun tossed to a dog during the Second Shinobi World War.
Unless they kept the bun from leaving the steamer and locked him in a cage.
Yayoi understood what Tsunade meant, but doing that in Konoha would require enduring constant inner torment.
Unless you crossed the line of morality, the Will of Fire would burn you.
"Your very first mission reached S-rank, and you even took down a Jonin. Little Yayoi, you really are my student."
After a few seconds of gloom, Tsunade immediately burst into laughter.
"Have you been drinking?"
Yayoi keenly caught the smell on Tsunade.
"I haven't. There's something wrong with my nose."
Seeing Tsunade raise her fist, Yayoi quickly changed his tune.
He understood now. Tsunade had definitely been challenged during a conversation with her younger brother, Shengshu.
Shengshu wanted to go to the battlefield, but Tsunade wouldn't let him.
Yayoi knew Shengshu all too well. He felt a powerful sense of belonging to Konoha.
After all, it was the village his own grandfather had founded. If Yayoi were in his shoes, he'd feel that way too.
Shengshu believed he had to fight for the village. Otherwise, what