Akimichi Denji stepped into the medical camp. Along the way, shinobi kept stopping to greet him.
He returned to his tent and called out, "Pochita?"
The tent was silent, with no answer. Only a dark silhouette could be faintly seen in his seat, sitting with legs spread wide.
Puzzled, Akimichi Denji couldn't help asking, "Who's there?"
A flicker of relief passed through his heart. Fortunately, with Orochimaru's help, he had already moved his experimental equipment and operating table into the secret base. Otherwise, the consequences of this unexpected visitor stumbling across them would have been unimaginable.
"You little brat!"
The silhouette strode out of the darkness and, without a word of explanation, pulled Akimichi Denji into an embrace, vigorously ruffling his hair.
"You've only been away a few days, and you don't even recognize me anymore?"
The familiar sensation pressed against his face, and Akimichi Denji finally realized who had come.
With his mouth smothered and his breathing somewhat strained, he mumbled, "Teacher, it's you."
Akimichi Denji struggled to escape her embrace, but didn't dare use much force.
Instead, their tug-of-war threw him off balance. His body sagged, bounced against her chest, and left his entire face buried deep between her breasts.
Resigned, Akimichi Denji bent slightly at the waist.
Tsunade rubbed his head with a trace of worry and said irritably, "You little brat. I only took my eyes off you for a few days, and you went and caused all this commotion."
"Didn't you promise me you'd stay quietly in camp?" Tsunade asked with a mild scowl.
Akimichi Denji looked utterly innocent. "I did stay in camp."
"The Eight-Tails broke straight through the front line and forced his way into the medical camp."
As Hokage, Tsunade naturally knew what had happened, but she still couldn't help complaining, "What