"Your scent is quite nice!"
The entire arena fell silent the moment those words were spoken.
After hearing that on the high platform audience seats, Jiraiya helplessly pressed a hand to his forehead, as though recalling some unbearable memory from the past.
Even Orochimaru, who usually never showed his emotions, could not help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
He had seen people seeking death before, but never someone so eager to seek death.
As expected, Tsunade was briefly stunned upon hearing those words. Then, uncontrollable anger surged onto her face.
Through her own senses, she had already understood that the Great Sword: Samehada possessed the ability to steal other people's Chakra.
And what Suikazan Fuguki had meant was actually her Chakra.
But as a girl, hearing such words felt like being harassed by a stinky pervert. Tsunade felt her hairs stand on end.
After that brief daze came a wave of uncontrollable anger.
Driven by that fury, she clenched her fists tightly as faint arcs of lightning slithered over her body.
Still unaware of what had happened, Suikazan Fuguki rested the great sword in his hand on his shoulder. His lips moved as he prepared to say something else.
At that moment, Tsunade before him suddenly turned into an afterimage, while spider web-like cracks appeared on the ground where she had been standing.
Tsunade arrived before him faster than the whistling sound through the air.
She had already leaped into midair, her right hand clenched into a fist and drawn back. A fist that looked small but contained immense power swung toward him.
Seeing the fist suddenly appear in front of him, Suikazan Fuguki, who had long known Tsunade's strength, did not dare underestimate her in the slightest.
He hurriedly raised Samehada to block in front of himself.