A Late-Night Visit, Ambiguity in the Hokage's Office

Underground interrogation room.

Kabuto Yakushi slumped in the restraint chair, the blood-stained sealing needle firmly embedded in the back of his neck.

Tsunade knelt on the ground, her palms glowing with emerald green medical Chakra, attempting a final rescue.

But the Destruction Formula had completely destroyed the cerebral cortex, Kabuto Yakushi as an empty shell.

"Dead. His brain was completely destroyed; Yamanaka Clan couldn't read anything from it."

Tsunade stood up, her face so dark it was almost dripping with gloom.

On the nearby rock wall, purplish-black Chakra emitted a piercing corrosive sound, leaving behind a line of arrogant blood-red characters: [Three maps, I have received them. Orochimaru, respectfully.]

"Bang!"

Tsunade slammed her fist on the iron table, instantly denting the steel surface.

"Investigate! Isolate and interrogate all the Anbu in charge of perimeter security tonight!"

Anger reverberated within the confined room.

Naruto, standing in the shadows, didn't even lift his eyelids.

He stepped forward, glanced at the ANBU member wearing a cracked Anbu who had committed suicide by poison, and let out a mocking sneer.

"Pre-arranged provocation, nothing new. Orochimaru's strategy is completely outdated."

Tsunade, her eyes filled with suppressed anger. "The trail has gone cold! The outer outposts of Otogakure are on guard; tomorrow's operation will turn into a massacre!"

What's the rush?

Naruto, hands in his pockets, spoke calmly without a trace of emotion, "Those three fake maps were deliberately released by me. The real Coordinates are now obediently lying in our operation plan. What he swallowed was merely bait I fed him."

Tsunade was stunned.

The boy in front of me, who had just turned twelve, possessed a cunning and ruthless nature that was chilling.

Naruto yawned and casually draped the black coat over his shoulder.

"This mountain of code is yours to deal with. Modern social etiquette dictates I'm not spending time with you after get off work."

He paused at the door, turning half his face to the side. "Don't forget, eight o'clock tomorrow morning, the consultation room. If you dare to be late, I'll tear this Hokage Building down."

Late at night.

The Hokage's Office.

Outside the building, a cold wind swirled fallen leaves.

The heavy curtains were half-drawn, and moonlight cut through the darkness.

Tsunade chin on the back of her hands, her hands clasped together on the table, unable to concentrate on a single word of the numerous documents on it.

My mind was filled with the words on that note from that evening. "Chakra completely merged."

For medical-nin, this is tantamount to leaving the most vulnerable lifeline completely open, allowing the opponent to penetrate deep into the meridians.

She rubbed her burning earlobes.

I suddenly feel thirsty.

Click.

The heavy oak door was pushed open.

There was no knocking, no notification from the Anbu.

Naruto changed into a loose black silk bathrobe with the collar wide open.

The well-proportioned, muscular lines undulated in the dim light, with a few drops of warm water clinging to them.

He Earth Flow in as if he were entering his own bedroom.

In the hallway outside the door, Shizune was holding a stack of medical lists that had just been urgently compiled, and was about to sign them.

Upon seeing the tall, wild figure and open robe inside the room, she instantly revealed her ultimate "bean-shaped" personality.

She gasped, her cheeks flushing bright red (⁄⁄>⁄▽⁄), and without any hesitation, she wisely retreated, slamming the door shut with a "click," transforming into a dutiful statue, obediently standing outside as her personal sentry.

The moment the door closed, the air in the office suddenly became quiet.

Only the faint ticking of the clock's hands could be heard.

Tsunade's gaze was uncontrollably drawn to the open neckline, her eyes sweeping over the perfect abs and the faintly visible Eight Trigrams Seal patterns.

Her breath hitched, and the fingertips gripping the pen tightened abruptly.

"You... why are you here? It's so late..." Her voice trembled with a hoarseness she herself didn't even realize. Princess Tsunade usually dominated the Shinobi World, seemed flustered at this moment.

Naruto did not answer.

Black military boots trotted silently on the carpet, each step pressing closer.

He walked straight to the desk and slammed his hands on the large solid wood table.

His tall, imposing figure completely blocked out the moonlight, and a heavy shadow instantly enveloped Tsunade.

You're blocking my light.

Tsunade tried to mask her panic with an official tone.

Naruto did not back down an inch.

His intensely aggressive gaze slid from her slightly trembling eyelashes, down her straight nose, and slowly down to the small red mole on the side of her neck.

"You've trespassed into my territory; there's no escaping it now."

Naruto's voice was low and husky, languid.

He leaned forward. "Lord Hokage, you seem to have a bad memory. What, now that you've taken over, you're trying to renege on my gambling debts?"

Meeting those deep, abyss-like blue eyes, Tsunade's heart pounded wildly.

Naruto stared at her, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

Naruto sneered inwardly, "Trying to fool me?"

I'll conduct a thorough investigation and uncover all the taxes you've evaded. Let's see what you can use to cover it up then.

"Where did I renege on my debt!"

Tsunade forced herself to remain calm, pressing her back tightly against the high-end leather chair back, trying to create a safe distance. "Didn't I promise to return to Hidden Leaf as Hokage? And we agreed on the Chakra fusion tomorrow morning at eight o'clock!"

Faced with an extremely cramped and oppressive atmosphere, she tried to remain calm and composed, but the violent heaving of her chest completely betrayed her defenses.

Naruto suddenly reached out.

Warm, even slightly hot, fingertips forcefully reached across the desk and lifted her taut jawline (✧≖͜ʖ≖).

The heat emanating from the rough fingertips made Tsunade shudder.

"Tomorrow morning is tomorrow's problem."

Naruto moved an inch closer, their noses less than three centimeters apart, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive neck. "But what I'm talking about is another additional request you owe me. You've been using work as an excuse to avoid me these past few days. Tonight, you can't escape."

Extreme reduction in physical distance.

The Sage Body, masculine hormones of the immortal being spread wildly within the closed office.

The air became extremely viscous.

Tsunade could feel the subtle shivers that his gaze caused as it fell on her skin.

That gaze, burning with intensity, dissected her reason inch by inch.

"I don't know, I have a very beautiful figure."

Tsunade looked away, her mind blanking in her panic, and she immediately replied to the random message.

Naruto chuckled softly, the sound resonating in his chest, deep and pleasant.

"Okay, that really gives it a lively feel."

He didn't let go, his fingertips gently caressing the skin of her chin, his thumb intentionally or unintentionally brushing against the corner of her lips.

This kind of unspoken yet extremely transgressive sense of boundaries is the most fatal.

Tsunade's defenses completely collapsed.

His throat tightened, and the tips of his ears flashed with a strikingly vibrant color.

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly. "What... what do you want...?"

"I don't want anything."

Naruto slowly released his grip and straightened up.

His gaze remained fixed on her.

"I just wanted to see if the Fifth Hokage, in his own office, was so... aloof and superior."

As soon as he finished speaking, Naruto braced himself on the table with one hand, his movements wild and explosive, and flipped himself onto the large mahogany desk.

He knelt on one knee on the table, with the other leg casually draped over the edge, looking down at Tsunade, who was trapped between the swivel chair and the table.

His knee pressed firmly against the edge of the chair, completely trapping her in a tiny cage filled only with his presence.

There was no way to retreat.

Tsunade back, meeting his aggressive gaze, her voice hoarse, even trembling slightly. "Are you sure I won't have to pay any extra price?"

Naruto leaned down and placed his hands on the armrests of her swivel chair, completely blocking her last escape route.

A playful smile curved his lips as their breaths mingled.

"You don't understand the script, right? Then I'll give you a few questions to answer, and you'll understand."

"What question...?" Tsunade's voice trembled.

"Rest assured."

Naruto's lips almost touched her earlobe, his hoarse voice carrying an absolute sense of control, "It's just handwritten questions, oral questions, and fill-in-the-blank questions. If you don't understand, I'll teach you step by step."

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