When a copy of Orochimaru's personally drafted Strategic Analysis and Recommendations on Optimizing Konoha's Core Bloodlines to Consolidate the Foundation of Its Rule reached Uzumaki Kushina through some "accidental" channel, the outcome was easy to imagine.
At first, she was confused. As she read further, that confusion turned into disbelief, then into blazing fury.
Her blood-red hair seemed to stir faintly with her rage, while tangible flames nearly burst from her azure eyes.
"Or-o-chi-ma-ru!!!"
A chakra-laced roar nearly blew the roof off the private courtyard the Military Police Force had assigned her.
Kushina clenched the report so tightly that her knuckles turned white, crumpling its edges in her grip.
Without another thought, she flashed away, turning into a red streak of light as she charged furiously toward Orochimaru's underground laboratory. The guards along the way recognized her and sensed the near-tangible anger rolling off her; none dared step forward to stop her.
Bang!
The laboratory's seemingly sturdy metal door was blasted open by a brute force.
Like an enraged lioness, Kushina stormed inside and immediately spotted Orochimaru standing before a row of cultivation tanks, as though he had expected her all along.
"Orochimaru! You bastard! What is the meaning of this disgusting report?!" Kushina hurled the report at him, sending its pages scattering through the air. "What do you mean by 'optimizing core bloodlines'? What do you mean by 'pairing with women of exceptional lineage'? What do you take Ling for? A breeding stallion?! And what's going on with Pakura?!"
Her chest heaved violently, her eyes filled with fury and a sense of being deeply insulted.
She loved Ling. Her feelings were pure and burning, and she would never allow them to be so objectified, for him to be treated as some kind of "strategic resource" to be calculated and