Dealing with the Risk of Sasuke's Second Defection

A breeze swept over the dirt road.

Sunlight stretched the shadows of the three figures.

Chenshu Senju held a silver laptop in both hands, typing as he walked, as if he were conducting a social survey of the ninja world.

In reality, his attention was nowhere near the screen.

Having just unlocked the full inheritance of the First Hokage, his immense Wood Release sensory power followed the roots beneath the earth, spreading wildly toward the Hidden Leaf Village like an invisible giant spiderweb.

Full-map vision unlocked.

The idea was simple: he could roam outside while his home was covered in high-definition cameras.

Jiraiya, walking ahead, could not help glancing back.

"What the hell have you been clacking away at this whole time, kid? Don't tell me you're writing some pervert's observation diary?" Jiraiya eyed him suspiciously.

"I'm writing a novel." Chenshu did not even look up.

"Some flop author stopped updating recently. I'm considering whether to use Wood Release to follow the internet cable over there and shove his head into a toilet."

Jiraiya's mouth twitched.

He realized he could no longer understand a word of this kid's lunatic ramblings.

Tsunade stood beside them with her arms folded, her exaggerated G-cup chest bouncing with every step.

"Enough nonsense. Hurry up and move."

She glanced at Chenshu.

For some reason, the sight of this brat walking around with his eyes closed always gave people the impression that he was doing something sleazy.

Hidden Leaf Village.

Chenshu Senju's residence.

Chenshu's sensory perspective settled on his own courtyard.

Tayuya was sitting on the steps, irritably tugging at her clothes.

Since her maid outfit had torn earlier, Jirobo had somehow dug up a black, semi-transparent skintight leather outfit that used an absurdly tiny amount of fabric.

The slit in the collar went straight down to her navel.

The short skirt below could not even cover her full, rounded curves, leaving her two dazzlingly pale long legs completely exposed to the air.

Sweat made the tight leather cling closely to her skin.

Her twin peaks, squeezed into an astonishing outline, looked ready to burst free.

"Damn fatass! What the hell kind of trash clothes did you find for me?!" Tayuya gritted her teeth.

Even the slightest movement made the fabric at the roots of her thighs dig painfully into her flesh.

Not far away, Kimimaro expressionlessly wiped down a bone.

"Lord Chenshu is not here. Endure it for now," he said blandly.

"Endure my ass! I can't even fit underwear into this outfit!"

Chenshu clicked his tongue in amazement.

Jirobo had damn good taste.

Though the skintight leather outfit looked like a prop costume from some shady establishment, its destructive power on Tayuya was absolutely Kage-level.

If Orochimaru saw this, he would probably get so angry that he had a second climax right there in the sewer.

Maybe he should just have the Sound Five switch careers and open a brothel. Tayuya's legs alone could empty the wallets of Konoha's upper ranks.

After appreciating his employee benefits, Chenshu shifted his thoughts.

His sensory perspective moved swiftly like radar.

It locked onto a secluded grove at the edge of the Hidden Leaf Village.

Deep within the grove.

Sasuke Uchiha stood shirtless, his chest heaving violently.

He panted heavily, while the shrieking blue lightning in his hand flickered unsteadily.

Chidori.

Sasuke stared fixedly at a charred tree trunk before him, his gaze dark enough to drip water.

Not enough.

This level of chakra could not even scratch Chenshu Senju's Wood Release armor.

When he thought of Naruto's pitying gaze at the hospital, and of Chenshu mercilessly mocking him after bringing Tayuya over in a nurse uniform...

Sasuke's pride felt as though it had been tossed into a meat grinder and pulverized without mercy.

He bit through his lip.

I can't stay in this goddamn Konoha for another second.

Once Orochimaru's contact arrived in a few days, he would secretly slip out of the village and seek greater power from Orochimaru.

Just as Sasuke silently made up his mind.

Deep underground.

Chenshu's Wood Release vines were already weaving frantically across every route Sasuke would have to take to escape.

Using chakra, he precisely calculated every step of Sasuke's path.

He had even buried more than a dozen tentacle-shaped carnivorous flowers covered in barbs underground with deranged enthusiasm.

Not only did they come with powerful anesthetic powder, but the sap they secreted was also horribly corrosive.

It was specifically made to dissolve clothing.

Chenshu was already imagining the beautiful scene of Sasuke running away in the middle of the night full of hope, only to be hung upside down from a tree by several slime-covered tentacles, his clothes corroded until not even a pair of briefs remained.

Public humiliation was the deadliest blow against showoffs like the Uchiha.

The trap was all about a comprehensive, no-blind-spot bondage play experience.

He had predicted Sasuke's prediction.

"Trying to run? I'll show you what it means to have nowhere to fly."

A cruel curve tugged at Chenshu's lips.

He absolutely could not let such a top-tier experience package just run away like that.

Land of Fire border.

On the dirt road.

Chenshu slowly opened his eyes and withdrew his sensory network.

He closed his laptop and casually stuffed it into his backpack.

"You're grinning like such a pervert. What exactly are you plotting, kid?" Tsunade frowned.

That expression was exactly the same as when the old man had been caught peeping at the women's bathhouse back then.

Chenshu slipped one hand into his pocket.

"Nothing. I just suddenly realized that the little pet I keep at home seems to have reached its rebellious phase."

He paused, his tone casual.

"I'm wondering whether I should whip it first or just hang it from a tree to dry."

Jiraiya shuddered.

Though he had no idea what the kid was talking about, he suddenly observed three seconds of silence for that unseen "pet."

Of all people to provoke, it had to provoke this shamelessly overpowered bastard.

Amegakure.

Atop a dark, damp tower.

A light rain pattered down from the sky.

On the wall.

An eerie black-and-white pitcher plant slowly poked its head out.

Zetsu.

A rare trace of gravity flashed through his emotionless yellow eyes.

"Nagato."

Black Zetsu's hoarse voice echoed through the empty hall.

"The intelligence we just received says that the Wood Release sensory range of that brat called Chenshu Senju..."

"Has already exceeded the realm of conventional ninjutsu."

Just moments ago.

Zetsu's spore clone had clearly sensed that all the plant roots beneath Konoha were being controlled by an overbearing mass of senjutsu chakra.

That dense, omnipresent surveillance network was ten thousand times more absurd than the Byakugan.

Even Sasuke's nighttime escape route had been covered with vines arranged into tasteless traps by the other party.

Such godlike precision control was no different from treating all of Konoha as his personal backyard.

From the shadows.

Pain slowly stepped out, his orange hair visible.

Those pale purple Rinnegan radiated a godlike indifference.

Konan stood at his side, concern in her eyes.

"Even Zetsu's surveillance network can be suppressed in reverse?" Pain asked coldly.

Such immense chakra could not only withstand Itachi Uchiha's Tsukuyomi head-on, but also carry out large-scale, precision arrangements across thousands of miles.

The threat posed by this Senju descendant had indeed reached the point where he needed to be personally eliminated.

"It seems the plan to capture the Nine-Tails can be delayed for now."

Pain slowly raised a hand.

He looked out at the gloomy sky beyond the window.

Just as Konan thought Nagato was about to issue some terrifying command to destroy the ninja world—

"Um..."

White Zetsu suddenly raised his hand, shattering the extremely serious atmosphere.

"Those vine traps that kid buried along the necessary routes really look like those unspeakable tentacle toys."

"Should we steal one and bring it back to study?"

The air fell silent for a second.

A nearly imperceptible twitch appeared on Pain's divinely impassive face.

What the fuck was all this nonsensical bullshit?