"They suspected that Big Brother Aizen wasn't dead either..."
As Nawaki's calm voice slowly fell over the clearing, Tsunade's pupils suddenly contracted!
She abruptly calmed down. After a long silence, she lowered her eyes, concealing the emotion within them.
Nawaki cast her an almost imperceptible glance. At that moment, Tsunade's slightly hoarse voice slowly rang out.
"Those old fools... they're really going too far..."
"Let's go, Nawaki. Let me see just what those old fools are thinking!"
As she spoke, she suddenly raised her eyes. The playful expression had long vanished from her delicate face, replaced by utter seriousness.
Hearing her words, Nawaki softly said, "Alright. Since you agree, Sis, then my orders have been fulfilled. Let's head back together."
Tsunade nodded lightly, and the two figures soon vanished into the forest.
Under the night sky, stars dotted the darkness beneath the pale moonlight.
In a secluded forest within Konoha, a small figure was swinging his blade through the night, sweat pouring down like rain.
The young man's black hair was already soaked with sweat, and his eyes were filled with determination.
The silver-white blade glinted with a cold edge beneath the moonlight. Gripped in the youth's hand, it struck the massive tree stump before him again and again.
He had continued this motion for a long time, yet there was only one deep slash mark on the stump.
Every swing the youth made was identical—the same angle, steadily increasing force—and every strike landed on that same, ever-deepening groove.
Clang!
At that moment, perhaps because his arm had grown sore, the youth's movement faltered slightly during his next swing!
The blade involuntarily struck heavily against the stump, but it failed to hit the same spot as before!
"Whew..."
The breath he had been holding escaped heavily. After swinging for