Hormone Fruit User in the Shinobi World
Chapter 422

Return and Preparations

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"What's with all the mystery? Let me see what this is all about." Tsunade opened her eyes and immediately saw the young man standing beside Sarutobi Toru.

The young man still wore a somewhat awkward, foolish grin. The baby fat from his childhood had faded, but he still retained a trace of that guileless look.

He scratched the flaxen hair at the back of his head, looking at Tsunade with excitement and helpless uncertainty.

Confusion filled Tsunade's eyes, then gradually turned into shock. Though the young man's appearance had changed somewhat, Tsunade still recognized something from the familiar feeling of their bloodline and his demeanor.

"...Nawaki?" Tsunade asked in a slightly trembling voice, gazing at the young man expectantly.

Nawaki nodded, his eyes reddening as well. He answered in a nasal voice, "It's me, Sister Tsunade."

Tsunade covered her mouth, then fiercely hugged her younger brother. Sarutobi Toru could even hear Nawaki's bones creaking.

Tsunade was constantly in Sage Mode now! Coupled with the Yang God Martial Way she cultivated, even without Chakra, her physical abilities were monstrously strong. Though Nawaki had Senju blood and had also received Hashirama Cells, his physical constitution was still far inferior to hers.

Thus, by the time Tsunade let him go, his face was completely red. Someone unaware of the truth might have thought he was overcome with excitement, but a sweep of Sarutobi Toru's spiritual sense told him that Nawaki was in pain!

"What... is going on? Has Nawaki been resurrected?" Tsunade rubbed her eyes, calming down as she asked Sarutobi Toru and Nawaki.

Seeing that Tsunade had calmed down, Sarutobi Toru returned to the sofa and began telling her about Nawaki's experiences. "Calling it resurrection wouldn't be accurate. It would be more accurate to say that Nawaki never died in the first

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