The fierce wind gradually died down.
Amid the ruins of the Konoha Coin House, the acrid smell of scorching from the friction in the air still lingered.
Tsunade stared fixedly at her own-
Right fist, held suspended in midair by a single wooden finger.
The chakra on that pale little fist, now even slightly swollen and red, had begun to dissipate.
Her beautiful, large eyes were wide and round, filled with disbelief and horror.
After all-
That punch had contained nearly fifty percent of all her strength chakra!
In the past-
Never mind a snake like Orochimaru.
Even a tough, thick-skinned fellow like Jiraiya would have had to obediently keep his distance from that punch.
Yet this yawning, twelve-year-old Konoha genin before her-
Had actually-
Used just one finger.
To effortlessly stop her fist dead while standing right where he was?!
Even the footprints beneath his shoes hadn't shifted a fraction!
"Th-this... how is this possible..."
Tsunade felt her throat go terribly dry and swallowed a mouthful of saliva that tasted of blood.
"Ma'am."
Sen let out another long yawn.
With a lazy expression, he bent his finger.
And lightly flicked the front of Tsunade's fist.
"Humm!"
A gentle force, yet so immense that it felt like an entire mountain crashing down-
Burst from his fingertip in an instant.
"Step, step, step."
Tsunade couldn't even muster the strength to resist.
That tremendous force pushed her back five or six steps before she barely managed to steady herself.
Her beautiful wooden sandals-
On the ground littered with wood chips and broken bricks-
Crushed-
Several shriveled scraps of roof tile.
"Not bad power."
Sen brushed the white dust off his old short-sleeved shirt.
Looking rather bored, he took the large sunglasses off his nose.
"Your aim was just a little off, though."