On the battlefield, thick with tension and murderous intent, Ōnoki stood where he was and narrowed his eyes slightly. His weathered face still bore a faint look of disdain and contempt.
He privately thought that Tsunade was merely a woman. Even if she was the only female ninja among Konoha's Sannin, how capable could she really be?
However, when Tsunade suddenly raised her head, her eyes revealing a blade-like resolve as she firmly declared her stance, Ōnoki had never expected her attitude to be so fierce.
The defiance and fighting spirit in her voice were like a sharp bolt of lightning, instantly shattering Ōnoki's previously certain assumptions.
In truth, Ōnoki had never put himself in Tsunade's shoes and considered what her days had been like lately.
To Tsunade, this period had been like being trapped in an endless abyss of darkness.
Every day, crushing responsibilities left her barely able to breathe.
Not only did she have to worry about the defense and security of the front lines, remaining constantly vigilant against enemy invasions, she also had to tend to the wounded.
Yet at the same time, she saw several of her friends living comfortable, carefree lives.
Some leisurely enjoyed peaceful days, while others devoted themselves to things they loved.
That stark contrast was like a series of sharp thorns piercing Tsunade's heart.
It was not that she envied her friends for their comfort during wartime. Rather, the emotions she had suppressed for so long had been steadily building up.
No matter who it was, they would feel unbalanced in their heart and want a proper fight to vent their frustrations.
The anger and resentment in Tsunade's heart were like a volcano on the verge of erupting, and at this moment, they had finally found an outlet.
Just after Tsunade declared