Damn idiot, don't pull stunts like that again.
Inside Otogakure in the Land of Rice Fields, Tsunade spent an entire day just managing to temporarily stabilize the injuries in Jiraiya's arms, and couldn't help glaring across at him.
That was only because it was her; anyone else would have suggested amputation long ago.
That goes without saying.
His face deathly pale, Jiraiya barely managed to squeeze out an ugly smile as he felt as though he was on the verge of complete exhaustion.
After all, this woman hadn't given him any anesthesia during the surgery, and she kept forcing him to provide continuous feedback based on his pain levels; it was nothing short of torture.
Don't move around for three months, or you'll genuinely cripple those arms.
Handing the final bandaging work over to Katsuyu, Tsunade took off her sunglasses and nasal plugs as she issued the warning.
She still suffered from severe hemophobia, so she needed to cover up before she could perform surgery of this magnitude.
Hasn't your hemophobia gotten any better yet?
Watching Tsunade take off her sunglasses, Jiraiya wore a complicated expression.
That dashing and formidable tomboy of years past was unexpectedly fragile after all.
Ignoring him, Tsunade walked over to Orochimaru to observe his surgery.
The operation on this side wasn't bloody; it was mainly about performing a cell transplant from her great-uncle onto that Uchiha brat.
Although the Uchiha's Mangekyo was powerful, it was difficult to use, especially Susanoo, which continuously overdraws the body. Her great-uncle's cells could make up for this flaw to a certain extent, while the dojutsu power of the Mangekyo Sharingan could concurrently keep the erosive nature of Hashirama's cells in check to a degree.
The two could combine perfectly.
Yet her great-uncle's cells were still too powerful; a pair