The air in the casino dropped to freezing point at this moment.
Tsunade's expression froze for a moment, then his golden eyebrows suddenly twisted up and he punched the table.
The table was not smashed, but the entire tabletop sank an inch, the tea in the cup spilled out, and a spiderweb-like pattern appeared on the tabletop.
The casino clerk crawled and hid in the back kitchen.
"Are you here to cause trouble?"
Tsunade's fist was still pressed on the table, his knuckles were white, and his voice was very low.
"It's not Uchiha's turn to comment on the matter between me and Senju Clan."
Shaoyu Put down the tea cup, the bottom of the cup made a very light knock when it came into contact with the tabletop.
The tea cup landed steadily in the center of the messy table, without spilling a drop of tea.
"I'm serious."
He looked into Tsunade's eyes and spoke calmly.
"You should also want to realize your talents, right? Shinobi World is the strongest medical ninja, the ninja who created the medical ninja training system, and proposed that each team be equipped with a pioneer of the medical ninja system."
"What is the difference between what you do every day and those retired old ladies on the street? You are wasting your own talents."
Tsunade's expression changed, his brows did not loosen, but something moved deep in his eyes.
No one has said anything like this to her for a long, long time.
Since leaving Konoha, everyone who meets her either wants to catch her or beg her. Occasionally, a few passers-by who recognize her will whisper "That's Lady Tsunade" and then stay away.
No one has ever told her, "You are wasting your talent," because no one thinks she still has the talent that should be realized. She has almost forgotten it herself.
"The system you proposed to equip each team with a medical ninja was shelved at Konoha."
Shaoyu said.
"Because the war has been going on for too long and military expenditures are not enough, Danzo and Hiruzen Sarutobi have to prioritize the protection of combat troops. You yourself said it at the time - the training cycle of medical ninja is long and the results are slow. It is better to directly train a few more combat ninjas."
"These are your exact words. But when you are not gambling, do you occasionally think of these things?"
Tsunade did not answer.
"Come to us Kumogakure. I am building a complete medical ninja system from scratch. The medical ninja training plan has been established, and the construction funds for the training ground have been secured and will be put into use this fall."
"But I need someone who really understands Medical Ninjutsu to preside over this matter. I need someone who has personal experience and knows how to go about every step of the medical ninja training system. It's not the kind that can be seen by looking at the scroll."
He stood up, took out a few banknotes from his sleeves and put them on the table, tea money. Then he put his cloak back on.
"I need you. Kumogakure also needs you. Konoha doesn't need you anymore."
This sentence is like a very thin needle, accurately piercing a crack in Tsunade's heart.
She remembered that Nawaki was lying on a stretcher covered in blood, she remembered that Duan took his last breath in front of her, she remembered that she was kneeling in a pool of blood with trembling hands unable to do anything, and that from that day on she would become so stiff when she saw blood that she could not even lift her fingers.
Then she suppressed all these thoughts.
She didn't speak, just looked at Shaoyu.
"I don't want to get involved in the affairs of your major ninja villages now."
Her tone was lighter than before, no longer like she was arguing, but her rejection was still there.
"Follow me to meet someone. If you still don't agree after meeting, I will leave immediately and I will never come to see you again."
Shaoyu looked at her.
He knew what Tsunade's weakness was, but that thing couldn't come out of his mouth.
If you say it out loud, the effect will be poor, and he knows this very well.
Tsunade frowned. "Who?"
"You'll know when you go there."
"I'm not going."
"Then I can only use force. I'll knock you out and pack you back to Kumogakure."
Tsunade's mouth twitched and he laughed in anger.
"Why are you so arrogant? I am one of the Sannins after all. Even if I have hemophobia and can't hit me head-on, you can't just pack it up and take it away, right?"
Shaoyu shook his head and laughed.
"Old classmate, you misunderstood. What I mean is that even if you don't have hemophobia and can exert 100% of your strength, it would be easy for me to take you away."
Tsunade The smile on his face disappeared instantly.
She stared into Shaoyu's eyes, and there was something burning deep in the golden pupils.
Not fear, not nervousness, but anger.
Pure, ignited rage.
"You underestimate me too much." Her voice was low but full of anger.
Shaoyu picked up the teacup and shook it, his tone as calm as if he was talking about the weather.
"Would you like to try it?"
Tsunade stood up and pushed the chair away.
The chair legs made a harsh friction sound on the wooden floor and bounced against the wall behind it before stopping.
"Okay."
The two walked out of the casino.
Tanzaku Town's main street is full of people. The fumes from the skewers stalls and the smell of soju wafting from the taverns mix together, giving the entire street a unique smell that makes people want to pay for it.
Tsunade stood in the middle of the street, moving his wrists and cracking his joints.
Shaoyu stood opposite her, with his cloak still on and his expression as leisurely as if he was out for a walk.
"I'm doing this for your own good." Shaoyu said.
Tsunade's fist has hit him in the face.
The fist of anger, chakra wrapped around the fist, was so powerful that the air in front of the fist was pressed out of a circle of white mist.
Shaoyu was knocked out, his body drew a straight line in the air, and crashed through the wooden door of a pub on the street. Splinters of wood flew everywhere, and the guests in the pub screamed and ran away.
Tsunade didn't give him a chance to breathe. She kicked the ground with her right foot and the ground cracked. She chased him into the tavern like a cannonball.
As soon as Shaoyu stood up from the pile of debris, Tsunade's second punch had already hit his abdomen.
Shaoyu's body was bent into a shrimp shape, a mouthful of acidic water spurted out from his mouth, his back hit the bar of the tavern, and the wine bottle shattered on the floor.
"Do you know what I hate most about people like you?"
Tsunade grabbed Shaoyu by the collar, lifted him up from the pile of broken wine bottles, and brought his face so close that he could see his eyelashes clearly, with anger surging in his golden pupils.
"This is such a condescending attitude! Who do you think you are? Do you think the name Uchiha can scare everyone? Do you think you are qualified to dictate my life just because you are Raikage?"
"My brother is dead, my lover is dead, and I have been wandering outside Konoha alone for so many years. Whether I gamble or drink, it is all my own business. It is not your turn to tell me what to do!"
She punched Shaoyu in the face again. Shaoyu's head jerked to one side, and he flew out again, smashing through the back wall of the tavern, and pieces of masonry fell to the ground.