Labor Dispatch, and the Moment an Old Schemer Lost His Cool

Labor Dispatch, and the Moment an Old Schemer Lost His Cool

The next morning.

Sunlight streamed into Chenshu Senju's courtyard.

Tayuya approached with a basin of hot water, her face brimming with murderous intent.

The tight maid outfit she wore was criminally small.

Even when she took a deep breath, the two heavy, soft mounds on her chest looked ready to burst free.

When she bent over even slightly, the deep cleavage was so pale it practically reflected light.

Chenshu Senju lounged in a grand armchair, soaking his feet while tapping away at his laptop keyboard.

The readers clearly hadn't bought yesterday's excuse for the missed update. Today, he had to churn out thirty thousand words to shut them up.

"The water's cold. Add more," Chenshu Senju said without looking up.

Tayuya gritted her teeth and bent down in humiliation.

The movement was too forceful, and a button at her collar popped off with a snap.

A large patch of enticing snow-white skin was exposed to the air.

Sakon's eyes lit up beside her.

"Don't be scared. Daddy will help cover you up!" he said, sidling over with a lecherous grin.

Bang!

Kimimaro expressionlessly swung a massive bone and smashed Sakon straight into the mud.

"I'll fucking kill you, you sickly bastard!" Sakon cursed from the mud pit.

The courtyard was utter chaos.

Just then—

Boom!

The solid wooden gate was kicked into splinters.

More than a dozen Root ninja wearing animal masks surged in at once, surrounding the entire courtyard.

Icy killing intent blanketed the scene.

Kimimaro's gaze turned cold. He instantly drew two bone blades from his hands and stepped in front of Chenshu Senju.

Jirobo and Kidomaru also immediately assumed fighting stances.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The sound of a cane striking the ground rang out.

Shimura Danzō emerged from the crowd, his old face grim and gloomy.

His lone remaining eye locked onto Chenshu Senju.

"Chenshu Senju."

"You've sheltered Orochimaru's subordinates and taken in defecting Sound Ninja. Do you know your crime?"

Danzo's voice was heavy with authority as he directly slapped him with the charge of rebellion.

The atmosphere in the courtyard grew grave to the extreme.

Chenshu Senju stopped typing.

He lazily raised his head and glanced at the aggressive Danzo.

"Lord Danzo, you brought so many people to my house to look at pretty girls this early in the morning. Did you pay the admission fee?"

"How insolent!"

Danzo roared, striking his cane heavily against the ground.

"Take these remnants of Orochimaru away! Send them all to the Root interrogation chambers!"

Several Root ninja were about to step forward.

Chenshu Senju suddenly grabbed a stack of documents from the small table beside him and casually tossed them at Danzo's feet.

"Take a good look, you old schemer."

Chenshu Senju picked at his ear.

"This is an overseas prisoner-of-war labor dispatch agreement personally stamped by Lord Jiraiya."

"It clearly states that these five are unpaid laborers meant to compensate the village for its losses, entirely under my authority."

"Has Root gone so broke that you're even trying to snatch a maid who pours out foot-washing water?"

Tayuya trembled with rage at those words.

To hell with your foot-washing maid!

What kind of maid dressed this scandalously?

For some reason, she desperately wanted to dump the basin of foot-washing water over Chenshu Senju's head.

Danzo lowered his head and glanced over the bullshit agreement, his face turning livid.

It actually bore Jiraiya's signature and personal seal.

Jiraiya was one of the legendary Sannin. There was no way Danzo could bypass him and seize people directly.

"What sophistry."

Danzo stared coldly at Chenshu Senju.

"Don't think that Jiraiya's backing means you can do whatever you want in the Hidden Leaf Village. They are dangerous enemies, after all."

"As a member of the Hidden Leaf's upper ranks, I have the authority to eliminate every potential threat!"

As he spoke, he secretly signaled two Root members, preparing to force the issue.

Mockery flashed in Chenshu Senju's eyes.

He did not even move from his chair.

He merely tapped the edge of the foot basin lightly with his toe.

Boom!

The ground throughout the courtyard shook violently.

More than a dozen incomparably thick green vines burst from the earth like crazed pythons.

In an instant, they wrapped around the necks of every Root ninja and hoisted them into the air.

That overwhelming pressure was enough to suck the soul from a person.

Terrifying sage chakra pressure swept across the courtyard like a tsunami.

The Root ninja did not even have a chance to form hand seals before they were nearly strangled unconscious.

Kimimaro and the others were dumbfounded.

Their boss could wipe out a squad of jonin without even leaving his chair. His strength was absurdly monstrous.

"You want to eliminate threats?"

Chenshu Senju placed his hands back on the keyboard, his tone calm.

"I just traded the credit for the mission to bring Sasuke back for five hundred thousand ryo in settlement funds for my personal squad."

"If you touch my people now, you're touching the village's property."

"And besides..."

Chenshu Senju looked at Danzo with a faint smile.

"This Tayuya is Lord Jiraiya's personal sketch model. If she disappears and the next volume of Make-Out Paradise stops updating, are you going to draw the suggestive illustrations for Jiraiya?"

The moment those words came out—

Danzo's lone eye twitched violently.

He subconsciously glanced at Tayuya.

Just then, he saw the button that had popped off her chest and the large expanse of creamy white flesh that was nearly spilling out.

The visual impact was overwhelming.

Even a cold-blooded politician like Danzo could not help drawing a sharp breath, his old face flushing the color of pig's liver.

Absurd.

Utterly absurd!

A serious confrontation launched under the banner of righteousness had been completely dismantled by a few nonsensical excuses.

"Fine... very fine."

Danzo knew he could not touch Chenshu Senju today. Staying any longer would only bring further humiliation.

He forcefully tore away the vines in front of him.

"Chenshu Senju, I hope you remember what you said today. Don't end up dying at the hands of the dogs you raised."

"Withdraw!"

Danzo turned and left the courtyard in disgrace, taking his subordinates, who were nearly strangled unconscious, with him.

Looking at the mess covering the ground, Chenshu Senju stretched lazily.

He had gotten five high-level workers for free without spending a single ryo, and he could even use them to piss off that old schemer.

Nice.

"Boss, that was really close just now." Jirobo wiped away a cold sweat.

Chenshu Senju kicked him.

"Quit talking nonsense. Fix the gate already. If you delay my writing, I'm docking three days of your dinners."

Tayuya's face darkened.

For some reason, she felt that working herself to the bone for this capitalist was truly miserable.

Elsewhere.

In Root's dark, damp underground base.

Bang!

Danzo smashed a hard stone table to pieces with a single palm strike.

His chest heaved violently, while extreme venom and fury flickered in his lone eye.

He had suffered setbacks at the hands of that brat twice in a row.

In all his decades commanding Root, he had never endured such humiliation.

"Jiraiya... labor dispatch... utter bastardry!"

Danzo gritted his teeth.

A dangerous seed had completely grown into a towering tree, utterly beyond his control.

Since it could not be used by him, it had to be uprooted entirely.

"Grade-A squad, assemble."

Danzo issued the order coldly.

Several masked shadows instantly appeared behind him and dropped to one knee.

"Keep Chenshu Senju's private squad under surveillance for twenty-four hours."

"The moment you find an opportunity..."

Danzo's tone was icy as he made a throat-slitting gesture in the darkness.

"Other than that brat, wipe out every last rat around him!"