"Ha ha ha... hic, his talent is pretty good?"
Tsunade, who had been laughing wildly a second ago, froze the next.
Her eyes widened as she pressed, "Slug Sage, are you sure his talent is that good?"
"Yes. His talent is quite exceptional, no worse than Little Hashirama's. If he is willing to work hard, he will certainly be able to learn the Senjutsu of Shikkotsu Forest."
Slug Sage nodded in confirmation.
It even used Hashirama Senju as a comparison.
Jingyi's talent for learning Shikkotsu Forest's Senjutsu was on par with Grandpa's. Didn't that mean... the clown was me all along?
After realizing that she herself was the clown, Tsunade could no longer laugh.
Tsunade knew better than anyone what kind of person her grandfather, Hashirama Senju, had been. The title God of Shinobi had not been given to him for nothing; it was recognized throughout the Shinobi World.
If Jingyi's talent for learning Senjutsu could be compared to Hashirama Senju's, then Jingyi would most likely be able to learn Shikkotsu Forest Senjutsu.
"..."
What should I do if I regret it?
Tsunade's state of mind was exactly this: she feared that a man would be incapable, yet she also feared that his talent would be too good, because that would make her look stupid.
After all, this was talent personally certified by Slug Sage.
"Wait. I want to know how Shikkotsu Forest Senjutsu is learned."
Anyone else who heard Slug Sage's words would have been ecstatic enough to ascend on the spot.
But Jingyi remained calm. He wanted to know the steps and process involved.
If learning Senjutsu required Slug Sage to swallow him into its stomach, he would rather not learn it.
He never wanted to experience that utterly awful sensation again.
Slug Sage was merely a slug,