Strength of a Hundred had a high bar to clear.
Even getting started was extremely difficult.
In the past, many members of the Senju Clan hadn't been able to master it, let alone ordinary shinobi.
Tsunade pondered for a moment.
"I'm not worried about your abilities, but don't go teaching it to others just yet. It's not that I'm hoarding it and refusing to share. It's an extremely dangerous technique."
"I understand."
Kyohiko's expression turned serious.
You knew your own limits best.
If not for the system, even knowing how to use it wouldn't have helped. Using it despite the risk of injury would have been out of the question, and even getting started would have been incredibly difficult.
The consequences of ordinary people learning it recklessly...
Could be permanent disability.
Sakura Haruno had good talent in this area, but even she had spent a long time training before she mastered it.
Tsunade wasn't exaggerating.
Her expression relaxed, as if she'd set a worry aside, and a smile appeared on her face.
She tossed him a bundle.
Kyohiko opened it and took a look.
It was a whole bundle of Military Ration Pills—enough to fill a basket!
His face lit up.
"Lady Tsunade..."
"Don't call me that. Going by your grandmother's generation, we can just about call ourselves siblings."
Tsunade said.
Tokah Senju wasn't closely related to Hashirama Senju, but she was highly respected and had a close relationship with their family.
Kyohiko hesitated.
Tsunade raised an eyebrow and leaned forward, her impressive curves striking him with their sheer presence.
"Do you think I'm too old to be your big sister?"
"No, no!"
This was a question that could get him killed.
Kyohiko wouldn't dare agree.
He quickly waved his hands.
"I was just thinking, if you're my big sister, what does that make me and Teacher? It feels a little complicated!"
"That doesn't conflict with anything. If Jiraiya has a problem, tell him to come to me. And if he gives you a hard time, come to me!"
Tsunade leaned against the wooden rack.
She turned to look at the old-fashioned house, then smiled.
"You said before that you wanted to become Hokage, right?"
"Yeah!"
If Sarutobi could hold the Hokage Position, why couldn't he?
With the Hokage System, what was the point of not becoming Hokage? He might as well be a lazy bum!
Kyohiko's resolve was firm.
Tsunade smiled. "Then you'd better work hard. I'm going for Fourth Hokage. You'll have to work hard for the Fifth Hokage position and try to take over from me as soon as possible!"
"You're really going to compete for it?"
Kyohiko was both surprised and delighted.
Tsunade gave a low laugh.
"I'm just saying. Do you think I could become Hokage in my current state?"
"Yes!"
Kyohiko answered without hesitation.
Tsunade froze.
She smiled. "Don't tell me you're just trying to comfort me."
"Of course not. Our generation grew up listening to stories about you. Besides..."
Kyohiko hesitated for a moment, then spoke his mind. "I think you could try looking at it from another angle."
"What idea has that little brat come up with now?"
Tsunade looked at Kyohiko.
After hearing what he'd said last time, she'd gone and pounded on the conference room table.
What was it this time?
Kyohiko said, "Since you weren't born with a fear of blood, then this is an acquired condition. If it's an illness, why not try treating it?"
"Treating it?"
Tsunade was taken aback, then couldn't help laughing. "It's not that simple..."
"These past few days, I've been reading about genjutsu. It mentioned that some techniques can affect people's emotions. In theory, there should be medicines that can affect them too. If you could feel happier every day, maybe a lot of psychological conditions would improve faster."
"Emotions."
As the leading expert in medical ninjutsu, Tsunade knew that certain medicinal herbs could indeed have a positive effect on people's emotions.
But...
She'd never thought of using them to treat psychological illnesses.
So...
There were no ready-made medicines for that.
She pondered for a long time.
"It's worth trying, but the problem with this kind of thing is that the risks are high, and it's difficult to conduct experiments."
"Could we try it on a Ninja Beast first?"
Kyohiko suggested.
Ninja Beasts were intelligent and could communicate, so they seemed like a good fit for this sort of experiment.
Tsunade shook her head.
It wasn't that easy.
At the very least, they'd need to find a case with the right symptoms to determine whether the method really worked. And besides...
"Even if it works, what good would that do?"
"I'm sure we're not the only ones who lost loved ones in the war. Some people can adjust and work through their grief on their own, but others might not be able to. Like... my teammate Kakashi."
Kyohiko finally brought up Kakashi.
Hatake Sakumo. Kakashi.
Tsunade seemed thoughtful. She rested her chin on her hand as she looked at Kyohiko, then stood up.
"I've got a lot on my plate right now. I'll think about this later. Oh, and these Military Ration Pills aren't all for you. Take some for yourself. The rest are a little interest payment for Jiraiya. Help me give them to him tomorrow."
"Oh, got it."
So they weren't all his.
That was fine, then.
Kyohiko's mood instantly settled.
The next day, at the Konoha Hokage Building.
Many shinobi had heard the commotion yesterday. Today, people in the building were quietly discussing it, trying to guess what had happened.
Tatsu Hamano was among them.
He was talking animatedly with the Chunin beside him, speculating.
Kyohiko entered with Jiraiya and soon heard their whispered conversation.
He hurried over.
After listening for a few seconds, he lowered his voice.
"So, who did it?"
"Who else? It had to be Lady Tsunade! Lord Jiraiya might be a bit of a pervert, but he doesn't have that kind of temper. All he does is get up to things like..."
Tatsu Hamano said quietly.
But...
He soon noticed that something seemed off. The whole room had fallen completely silent.
Tatsu Hamano looked up and instantly froze.
Standing right in front of him was Jiraiya, with Tsunade behind him, her face dark and her gaze unfriendly. She looked ready to kill.
His legs went weak, and he nearly buckled. Fortunately, he grabbed the table just in time.
Kyohiko stepped behind them, discreetly taking no credit for his part in this.
"Lord Jiraiya, L-Lady Tsunade!"
Tsunade was clearly more terrifying.
She really would hit people, and everyone knew she could heal them afterward. She might even leave them without grounds for sick leave.
Tatsu Hamano bowed deeply. "I'm sorry!"
Tsunade's expression remained cold as she went upstairs alone. The few Chunin who'd been chatting with him vanished at once, leaving Tatsu Hamano standing there in a daze.
Kurenai Yuhi covered her mouth, stifling a laugh.
Jiraiya lightly tapped the desk with his fingers.
"Hamano, you'd better be careful from now on in Konoha."
Tatsu Hamano braced himself.
"Lord Jiraiya, I won't do it again."
"I don't mind, heh heh. All right, all right, help me handle something. There should be a commission from the Matsuyama Clan, right?"
Jiraiya said.
Tatsu Hamano immediately set to searching, his manner impeccable.
A moment later...
"Yes, Mr. Ichiro Matsuyama has arrived. He's in the side hall."
As he spoke, he had already taken out the commission order.
"Here's the commission."
"Good."
Jiraiya took the documents and headed to the room next door.
In a side hall on the first floor of the Konoha Building.
A middle-aged man was seated there. A young Jonin sat beside him, but when they saw Jiraiya and the others, he quickly ended their conversation, exchanged greetings, and left.
Judging by his appearance, he was probably Nara Shikaku.
"Lord Jiraiya, my name is Ichiro Matsuyama."
"Pleased to meet you. If there's nothing else, shall we set off now?"
"Could you wait a little? I have a batch of goods I'm buying from the Nara Clan. I'm planning to sell them in the Land of Waves."
Ichiro Matsuyama said.
"Then when are we setting off?"
"This afternoon."
"Sounds good."
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