Tsunade and Naruto walked over to an open space beside the street.
The space was small, and there were few people around at the time.
Jiraiya and Shizune watched the two quietly from a distance.
"Lord Jiraiya, is this really all right?" Shizune hesitated for a moment before asking Jiraiya.
"What is it?" Jiraiya did not understand what Shizune meant.
"You know about Lady Tsunade's condition. Her... fear of blood still hasn't been resolved."
"And Naruto isn't even as old as I am, is he? Having him fight Lady Tsunade... is that really all right?"
At Shizune's words, Jiraiya froze for a moment, then smiled helplessly.
"Tsunade... to think that even after all these years, she's still..."
"Don't worry. Tsunade already wants to change. After all... Naruto is a lot like Dan and Nawaki."
"Besides, being young doesn't necessarily mean being weak." Just as Jiraiya finished speaking, Naruto and Tsunade began their fight.
A series of air-shattering booms rang out as their fists collided.
A flicker of astonishment crossed Tsunade's slightly tipsy face.
Naruto was so strong!
Even his technique for exerting force was halfway like her own.
Naruto, however, had no such thoughts. All he wanted was to use his fists to teach this old lady who had no respect for dreams what the power of dreams meant!
Naruto kept throwing punches, his fists colliding with Tsunade's again and again.
"Ora, ora, ora, ora!"
As Naruto unleashed his fists, his mouth kept providing sound effects.
Tsunade's eyelids twitched as she listened. She unleashed her monstrous strength, drove Naruto back with a punch, and used the opening to complain.
"What kind of weird catchphrase is that?!"
"Weak, weak! It's the mark of the strong!"
"What kind of strong person has such a bizarre style?!"
A vein bulged on Tsunade's forehead.