Turning the Tables, Flying Dragon in Your Face

"Could I have come back without settling it?

You don't seriously think I, Tsunade, am someone who acts without thinking, do you?

If I hadn't been unable to keep it under control anymore, I wouldn't have casually left the village. ✌😳"

"Heh, running away from the village. Never thought I, Tsunade, would have a day like this."

Tsunade said self-mockingly.

After brewing the tea and setting the cups on the table, Yan said irritably, "Give me a break. You three Sannin are all cut from the same cloth. None of you is any better than the others. Orochimaru went down the path of research and never came back.

"And your title as the Great Fat Sheep of the shinobi world didn't come from nowhere.

"Not to mention Jiraiya. If I hadn't put him in his place a few years ago, who knows where that pervert would still be hiding and peeping on people bathing.

"You three ruined your own reputations long ago, so stop acting like you've been wronged."

"..."

Listen to that. Was that something a human being should say?

"Don't compare me to those two bastards. Other than being the Great Fat Sheep, I've never done anything else immoral."

Yan said she was acting aggrieved, and she admitted it. After all, she was only trying to look pitiful so Yan would not keep holding her escape from the village over her head.

But Tsunade absolutely refused to be compared with Jiraiya and Orochimaru.

There was no need to mention Orochimaru. Forget immoral deeds—his heart would be black even if you cut him open. He could never be redeemed. Tsunade did not think she had the ability to compare herself to someone like Orochimaru.

Jiraiya was no better. Though he was not black-hearted, he had done plenty of immoral