Tsunade's "Private Special Care," a Game in the Steamy Mist

Although the Black Rain in the Abyss of Annihilation had ceased, that sticky, corrosive dampness still drifted through the ruins.

The formation within the pavilion dissipated. Ye Tian still lay sprawled on the soft couch, his face pale, half his head resting crookedly on Hinata Hyuga's lap. A faint trace of pale pink blood, carrying the scent of medicine, still lingered at the corner of his mouth.

"Ye Tian..." Hinata's fingers gently caressed Ye Tian's forehead. Though the divine light in her Byakugan had dimmed somewhat, the resolve called "protection" nearly overflowed from her.

"Cough, cough... Hinata, this old man feels... a little tightness in his chest..." Ye Tian closed his eyes, his voice as weak as an accordion wheezing on the verge of breaking, while his inner monologue exploded within his Sea of Consciousness:

"Tch, this lap pillow after its 'factory expansion' really is incredible. Not only is it warm and smooth as jade, there are hardly any Chakra impurities. If I could lie here until late Foundation Establishment, why would I bother cultivating immortality? I could just retire here."

Just then, a set of heavy footsteps interrupted the warmth.

"Enough. Stop being all lovey-dovey over there."

Jiraiya carried that enormous scroll, his old face drooping like a wrinkled steamed bun as he looked at Ye Tian with a complicated expression. "Kid, you coughed up more blood this time than you've drunk water in your entire life. Come with me. Konoha's Medical Corps is already on the way."

Jiraiya had just reached out to grab Ye Tian's arm, before his fingertips could touch that bloodstained Dark Robe.

"Get lost!"

A domineering feminine shout rang out.

Tsunade flashed forward. In that instant, the localized Monster Strength she unleashed directly shattered the rocks beneath her feet into powder.

Her amber eyes