Four: Little horses can't pull big carts

The heavy doors of the Jonin meeting room were severely damaged.

A deep, distinct fist print was embedded into the splintered door panel; it was thick and grotesque, and anyone who saw it could feel the manic rage of the person who had struck it, a fury that seemed ready to burst right through the wood.

However, she didn't actually lay a hand on me?

Uchiha Sakuya walked out of the Jonin meeting room, lost in thought.

He had said such excessive things just now, yet Tsunade, who in his memory had a temper as fiery as a blaze, hadn't actually attacked him?

He had even planned to take a punch from her and then follow up with even more biting remarks to ensure Tsunade would hold a deep grudge against him.

And yet, she only smashed the meeting room door?

This was not like Tsunade at all!

If he were to use a gal-game as an analogy, Tsunade's favorability toward him should be at negative 50. His original plan was to grind her favorability down to negative 100 before starting over, but now it had stopped halfway, which was a bit of a pity; he might not get such a perfect opening next time.

Was it because the current Tsunade was still young, and thus her temper wasn't as explosive yet?

Or was it because the simulated Tsunade was only based on his own memories and not the real Tsunade in reality, making it impossible to simulate that specific feeling?

Forget it.

Sakuya shook his head.

Although her favorability hadn't dropped as low as he had intended, it still counted as the first step in his plan.

Next, he just needed to proceed with his subsequent arrangements step by step.

However, before that.

Sakuya gently pressed his brow, feeling the unfamiliarity of this body within the simulation.

Before anything else, he had to properly adapt to this body.

One had to realize that in reality, his strength was only at the Chunin level, while this simulation had granted him the power of a Three-Tomoe Sharingan and an elite Jonin.

To put it simply, it was like a young foal that had barely been trained being forced to pull a heavy carriage like a Mercedes.

Even if he didn't work himself to death, he would likely end up with his legs turning to jelly.

If he didn't take this opportunity to carefully familiarize himself with the body, his subsequent plans would inevitably be affected.

Only by mastering this power as quickly as possible could he calmly handle everything that was to come.

Well, in any case, let's head to the training ground first.

Thinking this, Sakuya headed toward the nearest training ground.

However, because he had just entered the simulation and had not yet fully adjusted to this body, he did not notice a long-haired figure following him secretly with an intrigued look in her eyes.

Konoha, Training Ground Five.

Uchiha Sakuya brought over several automatic ninja tool launchers used for training.

He used steel wires to skillfully weave and wrap them between the trees, aiming the muzzles of each launcher precisely at the center of the training ground.

Very good, the setup was complete.

Standing in the center of the field, Sakuya nodded with satisfaction.

These automatic ninja tool launchers could pour a dense rain of kunai and shuriken onto the trainee, much like a Gatling gun. Although they took a long time to reload after each use and were highly inefficient for battlefield application, they were more than enough for daily training.

For an ordinary Jonin, one or two launchers were usually enough to satisfy daily training needs; any more might lead to injury due to an inability to keep up.

But as he said, that was for ordinary Jonin!

What this simulation had granted Sakuya was a pair of Sharingan whose ocular power had reached the limit of the Three-Tomoe, making him an elite among elites even among the Uchiha clan throughout history.

One or two launchers didn't even count as a warm-up for him.

He had prepared a full thirty.

Sakuya closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The next instant, he raised his hand and threw a shuriken, severing the steel wire that connected the switches of all the launchers.

"Hum—"

A continuous, buzzing sound of mechanisms erupted, and a sky full of kunai and shuriken poured down like a torrential rain.

Sakuya stood still, neither dodging nor evading.

Just as the ninja tools were about to strike him, a flash of scarlet appeared in his eyes.

The scarlet eyes, with their rotating Three-Tomoe, were already spinning silently within his pupils.

"Sister! Sister!!!"

The call of his younger brother pulled Tsunade from her deep thoughts; Tsunade raised her eyes and immediately revealed a smile.

"Nawaki? You're back?"

"Sister! What are you thinking about?"

Nawaki had just returned home and sat down across from Tsunade, asking her curiously, "Grandma said you've been sitting here in a daze ever since you got back from the Jonin meeting. Did something happen?"

"...It's nothing, just ran into a rather annoying guy, that's all."

Tsunade let out a cold snort, casting the events of the meeting to the back of her mind before a smile appeared on her face.

She looked at her younger brother and raised a hand to pour him a cup of hot tea: "Speaking of which, Nawaki, you look so happy—what is it? Any good news you want to share with your sister?"

"Ta-da!"

Hearing this, Nawaki smiled happily. He raised his hand, and a faint green glow of chakra shimmered in his palm: "Look, Sister, what is this?"

"Mystical Palm Technique!? You learned it?"

Tsunade was stunned, then her face lit up with joy: "So fast!?"

"Hehe, I've only just gotten the hang of it."

Nawaki scratched his head, looking quite embarrassed: "It took me nearly a year just to get this far. To truly master it, I'm afraid I'll need to practice for another year."

"This is an A-rank medical ninjutsu. Being able to learn it in such a short time is already quite remarkable."

The smile on Tsunade's face grew even brighter as she reached out to gently ruffle her brother's hair: "My brother is a true genius!"

"Hehe."

Nawaki's eyes sparkled, his face full of anticipation: "Sister, I will definitely learn all the medical ninjutsu you've developed, and I'll make them world-renowned!"

"That sounds great."

Tsunade rested her chin on her hand, her eyes brimming with smiles and doting affection for her younger brother: "Our Nawaki will surely become a legendary doctor respected by everyone in the future!"

"Yeah, if... if that day really comes..."

Listening to Tsunade's words, Nawaki hesitated for a moment. His voice suddenly became very soft, as if he were testing the waters, yet it carried a great deal of expectation: "Sister, if that day really comes, could you tell Grandma and let me inherit the 'Senju' surname too?"

"Nawaki..."

Tsunade looked at her brother and fell silent.

Ever since Hashirama Senju and Tobirama Senju pushed for the Senju clan to integrate into the village, the clansmen had one after another abandoned their surname and intermarried with other families.

To this day, Tsunade was the only one left in Konoha who still used "Senju" as her surname.

As the direct grandson of Hashirama Senju, Nawaki had grown up listening to his grandfather's legends, filled with reverence for that God of Shinobi who had founded Konoha and dominated the world.

Yet, by the time he was born, the Senju clan had long since dissolved into the village; he hadn't even been able to carry the "Senju" surname himself.

It was precisely because of this that he longed so much to be able to openly call himself Senju Nawaki, just like Tsunade.

So much so that, by now, the desire had reached the point of becoming an obsession.