Ever since he had helped Tsunade kill Danzo, she had become like this.
The Tsunade of old had always maintained the appearance of a woman in her thirties, like a ripe peach—still brimming with mature charm, yet carrying a trace of heroic spirit.
Not overly youthful.
Yet at the most beautiful age of a person's life.
But ever since he had helped Tsunade kill Danzo, everything had changed.
First, Tsunade had altered the apparent age of her body, going from her thirties to twenty.
Her waist had become even more slender and delicate, seemingly small enough to fit in one hand.
Her already breathtaking breasts had somehow become even more supple and perkier.
Before this.
Akira had thought that Tsunade in her thirties was already stunning enough.
But only upon seeing twenty-year-old Tsunade did Akira understand what true breathtaking beauty was!
The beauty blooming in one's finest years was incomparable to any other stage of life.
"What's wrong? Do you have a problem with it?"
"Or do you have some problem with me, Akira?"
Tsunade's fair, delicate hand slowly filled the teacup, while her amber eyes remained smiling as they stared straight at Uchiha Akira.
Like a fox that had spotted its prey.
"Here, Akira. Have some tea."
Tsunade handed him the tea and leaned forward slightly. Her mouthwatering breasts formed an even deeper valley, as though he could see the undergarment beneath them, making his heart skip a beat.
Akira had never faced such a situation before and could not help feeling restless as he accepted the tea.
Their fingers inevitably touched.
The scorching warmth of Tsunade's fair fingers passed to him. Even more deadly, he felt her fingers lightly hook against his palm as though by accident.
But when Akira looked at Tsunade—
All he saw were her