Which World's Her?

"Kamui!"

Space rippled as a powerful, bizarre force of distortion converged into a singularity, instantly tearing apart and twisting the spatial fluctuations that had enveloped the graceful figure. The wildly dancing silver snakes vanished in an instant, and the disturbances in space gradually subsided.

Whoosh!

Deprived of the branches and leaves that had protected her, the figure immediately succumbed to gravity and fell from an altitude of tens of thousands of meters.

His azure eyes flashed. The air beneath him exchanged places with air too fast for the naked eye to perceive, and Hanazuki had already appeared beneath the falling woman.

He held out both arms and caught her curvaceous body securely. Upon getting a closer look, however, his brow rose, and a strange expression crossed his face.

"Why is it her? Which world's version of her is this?"

The thin air made the alluring face in his arms faintly contort with pain. With a soft moan, her light brown eyes slowly opened, and she felt a trace of warmth against her back.

Once the thunderstorm dissipated, her illusory blonde hair solidified into a pale yellow ponytail. Her ample breasts trembled lightly. When she opened her eyes and noticed the smiling face pressed close to hers, her beautiful face became utterly stunned.

"You... it's you! How could it be you?!"

All right, that settled it. This was not the one Hanazuki had lured into selling herself to repay her debts, but the one who had arrived in the ninja world from twenty years in the future—the first victim of the Causal God Tree... the transmigrator.

"I'm wondering the same thing. Why is it you? I thought you were that Lady Tsunade who had gambling debts she could never repay, and who had reluctantly ventured out under everyone else's pressure to