Huh?
Orochimaru was a little bewildered. Wait, shouldn't things have gone differently?
He was the one who had just lost two lives.
He was the one who had performed the resurrection ninjutsu.
He was the one bearing all the consequences.
If he had sensed correctly, the Rinnegan seemed to have expended only a bit of Dojutsu Power.
Could it be that Lord Akira had truly endured some unbearable pressure?
Or was his perception of the Rinnegan simply inadequate?
No!
That was a powerful eye that held the power of life and death. He had to get to the bottom of this!
"Lord Akira, just now, I felt that the Rinnegan didn't seem to suffer any irreversible—"
Orochimaru had barely opened his mouth.
A scarlet gaze erupted with an icy gleam like the gaping maw of hell, illuminating the entire world before him.
Then Orochimaru lost consciousness.
In his final moment, he understood.
It wasn't that the Rinnegan had suffered any harm—it was that his brain had short-circuited.
Damn it!
Uchiha Akira cursed inwardly. That bastard had nearly ruined his good thing!
"Yes, just like that!"
"Sorry, Tsunade. You've had it rough lately. Mm! The Rinnegan's consumption is just too intense."
"Thanks to you, I was able to release all that pent-up emotion."
"Oh no, Tsunade, my Supreme Bone is boiling again. Help me suppress it!"
Another three hours passed.
Facing such a vicious enemy, without Uchiha Akira's help, Tsunade had to take control all by herself.
Even after finally suppressing the enemy, Tsunade was drenched in fragrant sweat. Her consciousness slowly scattered like rosy clouds, then spread like ink blooming across rice paper over her flawless, beautiful face.
Her butterfly-wing lashes trembled softly along with her shifting awareness.
Resisting the evil enemy's powerful assault!
It took a full half