Son Goten lowered his head and looked at Kabuto Yakushi beneath his foot, with only half his head left above the surface.
That once reasonably rounded head had now been stomped into a strange pancake shape.
"What a cheap toy. Can't even stand a little stomping."
Son Goten moved his foot away and vigorously scraped nonexistent dust off his sole against the nearby rubble.
He turned around and naturally gathered Tsunade, who had gone limp as water, into his arms.
As Son Goten savored that astonishing bounce and warm, smooth touch, he soothed her in a childish yet overbearing voice.
"Don't be scared, wifey. Your husband's here. Even if the sky falls, I'll push it back up for you."
This feel... truly one of the Naruto world's finest assets. Even softer than the extra-large serving of roast pork at Ichiraku Ramen.
Son Goten marveled inwardly, thoroughly pleased.
Although Tsunade's fear of blood had eased somewhat, she still had no strength and could only let this brat take liberties with her body.
Her pretty face turned so red it looked ready to bleed, and she cursed under her breath.
"You little pervert, where do you think you're putting your hands..."
"I'm checking whether you're hurt."
"It's beating so fast here. That freakish cross-dresser must have scared you. Let me massage it for you."
Just then, something stirred beneath the ground.
An eerie green medical chakra rose from Kabuto Yakushi, whose skull had been crushed.
Using a life-saving technique Orochimaru had taught him, he forcibly burrowed out of the rock.
Kabuto Yakushi was a gruesome sight now, half his face caved in, one lens of his glasses shattered, and his eyeballs bloodshot.
Terrified, he pulled back several dozen meters, spewing thick fluid mixed with chunks of internal organs.
Orochimaru watched the scene,