Rising Dragon Fist

"Orochimaru, it's over. Why don't you surrender already?"

Tsunade seemed to have returned to her childhood. Every time she sparred with Orochimaru, she could not even touch the edge of his clothes. That feeling of helplessness was truly infuriating.

"Over? You mean you've surrendered? Or perhaps you should look around and see who ought to surrender?"

Uchiha Qingfeng, who had been watching the show all along, and the Akatsuki Organization leader, who had been keeping an eye on this side, could both say without exaggeration that Tsunade and Jiraiya had long been surrounded.

"They haven't made a move because I want to personally send you off. After all, we've been old friends for decades."

"And I've only been dodging around here because I wanted to play with you and buy some time to see just how much Sage Mode Chakra Jiraiya has. Otherwise, even if I beat you to death, you still wouldn't accept it."

Orochimaru had always convinced people with reason. Even knowing full well that Jiraiya was preparing a powerful move, he did not care in the slightest, just as arrogant as ever.

Even if Jiraiya truly managed to kill him, he would not care. In the Ninja World, no one capable of killing him completely had been born yet.

That was the confidence he possessed as a scientist.

Every punch and kick from Tsunade reduced any corpse she touched to pieces. If one of those little fists landed on someone's chest, could Susanoo really withstand it?

Jiraiya, seated cross-legged atop Gamabunta's head, now had large swaths of "face paint" across his face. This showed that the wind-up for his Sage Mode was nearing its end.

Orochimaru no longer had the mood to keep playing cat and mouse with Tsunade. Her fist came flying toward his face, but