Morning Misunderstanding and Shizune's Breakdown

Land of Rivers, Cold Smoke Pavilion's quiet room.

The morning sunlight filtered through the crooked shoji door that had been knocked askew, casting fractured patches of light across the wrecked tatami.

The remains of several Root suicide operatives had already been casually tossed out the window by Tsunade, but the bloody stench in the room had yet to fully dissipate. Instead, it mingled with the cloying medicinal fragrance and the mature feminine scent wafting from Tsunade's battle-induced excitement, producing an extraordinarily strange chemical reaction.

"..."

Tsunade maintained her half-kneeling position on the tatami, both hands pressed tightly against Ye Tian's chest, her entire body frozen like a statue.

After last night's fierce battle, the belt of her dark green bathrobe had long since snapped. At the moment, she was merely draping it haphazardly over herself with the last scraps of her modesty.

A translucent flush born of embarrassment and fury spread from her delicate collarbone all the way to the back of her ears.

"Cough... cough cough..."

Ye Tian lay steadily with his head resting on Tsunade's warm, firm, astonishingly elastic thighs.

Even though Shizune's high-pitched scream had nearly ruptured his eardrums moments ago, he still maintained an actor's professional dedication. His face was pale, his gaze unfocused, and he even gave the thin blanket covering him an utterly ill-timed tug.

He mocked to himself, Tch, Admin's timing for Shizune's "scene transition" was absolutely perfect.

Not too early, not too late—she had to arrive right after I got comfortable, before Tsunade had the chance to "burst out of her clothes in self-defense." Just look at that impact. From that one glance, that girl has probably already imagined a three-million-word Forbidden Hot Spring Record of the Hokage and Her Frail Adviser.

"Ye... Ye Tian..." Tsunade finally found her voice, but it