Dealing with Remaining Rogue Ninja After the War

Dealing with Remaining Rogue Ninja After the War

Chenshu Senju pointed at the small town ahead, where wisps of cooking smoke curled into the air.

"I'm hungry. I want Wagyu tonight."

Jiraiya's face turned green.

"Eat my ass! I don't even have money for ramen anymore!"

Jiraiya clutched his shriveled frog wallet, his face filled with grief and indignation.

Bringing this brat along had been a sin.

Chenshu Senju sighed.

"The prestige of one of the Three Legendary Ninja is only worth a bowl of ramen?"

"What do you know? This is part of training. You have to learn endurance!" Jiraiya spouted nonsense with a straight face.

Chenshu Senju sneered.

As the two walked, a violent explosion suddenly erupted from the forest ahead.

Flames shot into the sky.

Several shrill screams followed.

Chenshu Senju stopped.

Jiraiya frowned slightly, his expression turning serious.

"That was the sound of explosive tags, and Hidden Leaf Village standard issue ones at that."

The two swiftly rushed toward the source of the sound.

Pushing aside the bushes.

Several Hidden Leaf Village ANBU wearing animal masks lay in pools of blood in the clearing ahead.

Opposite them stood four ninja dressed in Sound Ninja attire.

These official Hidden Leaf Village troops could get counter-killed even while purging postwar remnants. They really leaked at every seam.

Chenshu Senju mocked them mercilessly in his heart.

The leader of the four Sound Ninja was a female ninja.

Her figure was outrageously voluptuous, and the neckline of her outfit plunged straight down to her navel.

Her body was covered in black Curse-Seal markings, making her look exceptionally eerie beneath the night sky.

With an outfit like that, Orochimaru must have stared at her plenty of times.

Chenshu Senju gave a fair assessment in his heart.

Jiraiya swallowed.

"Dangerous remnants like these should be handled by an elder like me."

Jiraiya rolled up his sleeves with righteous solemnity.

He definitely was not doing this so he could observe that female Sound Ninja up close.

Chenshu Senju looked at him expressionlessly.

"They have sealing scrolls. There might be money inside."

The moment he spoke.

Chenshu Senju vanished from where he stood.

Jiraiya:?

"Who's there?"

The female Sound Ninja cried out in alarm.

Chenshu Senju appeared in front of her out of thin air.

Without forming any hand seals.

Several thick vines burst from the ground and, as if alive, instantly bound all four Sound Ninja tightly.

Several sharp ripping sounds rang out.

The sound of fabric tearing was particularly crisp in the night sky.

Having activated their Curse Seals, the four Sound Ninja had already undergone swollen mutations. When Wood Release's immense force twisted around them, their clothes immediately shredded to pieces.

Especially the female Sound Ninja.

As if they had eyes, the vines hoisted her high into the air in an exceptionally standard yet complex turtle-shell bondage pose.

The few remaining scraps of cloth heroically gave up their posts as well.

A vast expanse of pale skin was exposed to the air, and even the black Curse-Seal markings looked somewhat pitiful.

The air suddenly fell silent.

The rescued Hidden Leaf Village ANBU all swallowed at once, staring dumbfoundedly.

S-such professional binding technique.

They silently memorized this practical application of Wood Release, intending to include it in their final mission report once they returned.

Chenshu Senju's expression did not change.

This was purely the automatic tracking function of Wood Release vines. It was designed to restrict the enemy's chakra flow as effectively as possible and had absolutely nothing to do with his personal preferences.

Absolutely nothing.

Jiraiya rushed over, his face full of condemnation.

"You brat, how could you be so rough with a lady!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a little notebook and rapidly scribbled something down.

Every so often, he even wiped drool from the corner of his mouth.

"This angle... perfect."

Shameless.

Chenshu Senju could not be bothered with him and walked directly toward the female Sound Ninja hanging in the air.

The female Sound Ninja's face was crimson, her eyes filled with humiliation and terror.

"Y-you... what do you want?"

"Shut up."

Chenshu Senju slapped the back of her head, knocking her unconscious on the spot.

Then, from her impressive cleavage, he pulled out a black scroll still warm from her body.

Not a bad feel.

Chenshu Senju casually wiped the sweat off the scroll.

The moment he touched the scroll, a crisp system notification sounded in his mind.

[Ding. Defeated the core remnants of the Sound Ninja. Received one low-level draw.]

[Detected Orochimaru's core experimental data. Beginning automatic analysis.]

[Analysis successful.]

[Mastered the 'underlying logic of Curse Seals.' Received passive ability: Curse-Seal Immunity.]

Chenshu Senju was somewhat surprised.

He was immune just like that?

He had only intended to clean up some trash on the side and earn a little extra money, yet he had gained an unexpected reward.

It seemed that even after running away, Orochimaru was still a conscientious super experience pack.

And these Sound Ninja really did have quite a lot of cash on them.

Chenshu Senju unceremoniously stuffed the money into his own pocket.

The ANBU supported one another as they got to their feet.

"Th-thank you, sir, for saving us."

Though they wore masks, their voices were full of reverence.

Especially after seeing Chenshu Senju's utterly undisguised looting technique, they found this superior even more unfathomable.

Chenshu Senju did not even glance at them.

"They're not dead. Take them back and report in."

With that, he weighed the scroll in his hand and turned to leave.

"Let's go eat Wagyu."

At the word Wagyu, Jiraiya's eyes lit up. He quickly tucked his little notebook into his robe and eagerly followed after him.

Dinner was finally settled.

Late at night.

The most luxurious hot spring inn in the small town.

Jiraiya lay sprawled on the tatami, snoring.

After eating and drinking his fill, the old pervert slept even more soundly than a pig.

Chenshu Senju sat cross-legged by the window. By moonlight, he unrolled the black scroll in his hands.

It was densely packed with Orochimaru's experimental records.

The first half described the process of extracting Jūgo's bodily fluids and turning them into Curse Seals.

To make it easier to understand, Orochimaru had thoughtfully drawn diagrams of the human body's chakra circulation beside the text.

Unfortunately, the illustrations were extremely unrestrained and offered no concealment whatsoever.

Anyone unaware of the truth would definitely think it was some kind of inappropriate picture book.

No wonder that female Sound Ninja had kept this thing close to her body. She had probably used it for study and observation quite often.

As Chenshu Senju read, the system within him automatically filled in gaps and integrated the knowledge.

As the scroll gradually unfurled.

He reached the final few pages.

The handwriting here became somewhat messy, clearly written in a state of extreme excitement or haste.

A title heavily marked in red cinnabar entered his view.

[Regarding the Special Chakra Erosion and Modification Plan for 'Senju Bloodline' (Top Secret).]

Chenshu Senju's gaze froze instantly.

Orochimaru's hands had both been crippled, yet he was still setting his sights on the Senju Clan?

He continued reading.

The premise of this modification plan was bizarre.

Orochimaru believed that simply transplanting Hashirama cells had too high a mortality rate and easily led to backlash.

So he intended to take another path.

Using a specially formulated Curse-Seal inducer, he would forcibly stimulate and activate the hidden genes of female descendants of the Senju Clan.

Then, through some indescribable method of "dual cultivation" reproduction, he would seize and refine their bloodline, ultimately producing the perfect "Thousand Hands Fruit."

Chenshu Senju's mouth twitched.

What kind of heaven-defying garbage was stuffed in Orochimaru's head?

An absolute freak.

However, when he saw the line of small text below, his eyes turned completely cold.

[Note: The current ideal test subject is Fifth Hokage candidate—Tsunade. If capture proves impossible, the next best option is to locate all potentially surviving Senju branch members and forcibly catalyze them.]

At the bottom of the scroll was an attached list.

The first name on it was, shockingly, Tsunade.

And the second name.

Was Chenshu Senju.

Chenshu Senju expressionlessly closed the scroll.

His fingers tightened slightly. Wood Release chakra overflowed, and the scroll instantly turned into a pile of powder.

He would not even spare men?

Orochimaru.

You truly had a death wish.