Orochimaru's dark golden slit pupils shrank thinner than needle tips right then.
He stared fixedly at the ground.
That Kabuto Yakushi, who counted as an elite even within the Anbu, currently had only two legs twitching unconsciously on the ground.
His upper body had already been completely trampled into the rock layer by that brat.
An offensively pure physical strength.
Orochimaru felt a chill crawl up his spine, and his heels uncontrollably took half a step backward.
He had lived for decades and researched countless forbidden techniques, yet he had never seen this kind of monster.
"Hey, four-eyes, playing dead is useless."
Son Goten ground his foot down slightly, as if stamping out a cigarette butt.
Kabuto let out a muffled whimper, and his entire body sank down a bit more.
Goten paid no more heed to this useless person, turning around to look at Tsunade sitting limply on the ground.
He had thought this stupid woman would jump up and throw a punch at him like usual, then curse him for meddling in other people's business.
But Tsunade did not.
Her eyes were hollow, her hands clutching her shoulders tightly, and her whole body curled into a ball.
That face, usually so imposing and domineering, was pale as a sheet at the moment.
Even though the powerful enemy had already been dealt with, her gaze remained firmly glued to the pool of blood Kabuto had spattered on the ground.
"Blood... so much blood..."
Tsunade's lips trembled, and the sound of her teeth chattering was clearly audible.
Goten frowned.
He disliked seeing this woman in this half-dead state.
In his eyes, Tsunade should be that aggressive, shouting fatty.
"Wife?"
Goten called out.
Tsunade gave no reaction, still immersed in that nightmare full of fresh blood.
"Tch, what a pain."
Goten