Tsunade sank into depression.
She leaned against the hospital bed, her eyes vacant.
Nawaki lay unconscious on the bed, his right arm now gone.
Xuanhui covered his left eye. Truth be told, it was really starting to hurt.
To avoid missing the best window for treatment, he had brought them both back as soon as Nawaki's amputation was complete.
After confirming that Nawaki was out of danger, Tsunade had remained in this state.
Her eyes were lifeless, as though the world had turned gray.
"Tsunade, this wasn't your fault..."
"It was my fault... I didn't spot the trap...
If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even have been able to save Nawaki's life..."
Xuanhui scratched his head in frustration. If he wanted Tsunade to feel any better now, all he could do was hope Nawaki woke up soon.
"Tsunade, whatever happened, Nawaki is still alive, and that's thanks to you too. Without your Medical Ninjutsu, even if I'd rescued him, there would have been nothing I could do.
I understand how much you're hurting. Maybe a good cry will help. Let your feelings out.
Once you've let it all out, don't keep tormenting yourself over the past. You two still have a future."
Leaving her with a few words of comfort, Xuanhui turned and left the tent, giving the two of them some privacy.
He crouched outside the tent, leafing through Modern Optics.
His eyes were on the book, but his mind was elsewhere entirely.
What felt like a hundred years passed before he finally heard Tsunade sobbing her heart out.
Her sobs made the atmosphere even heavier. He closed the book and looked up at the dark clouds.
Even someone who's crossed into another world can't become God. How could everything possibly go my way...?
When Xuanhui saw Tsunade