The brightly lit human specimen room was eerily silent.
Tsunade sat in an office chair behind the dissection table, hands covering her face, saying nothing. The corners of her lips would occasionally curl into a twisted, almost manic smile, only for her to forcibly suppress it moments later.
Yesterday's surgery...
When she first arrived at the medical room and saw the plasma being transfused into the patient, along with the patient's blood-soaked arm, she had managed to maintain her composure through sheer rationality.
But the moment she gritted her teeth and made the first incision, slicing open the patient's abdomen to reset a fractured rib that had pierced internal organs...
When she saw the spray of blood from the ruptured cavity...
She laughed.
Uncontrollable, manic laughter echoed through the room.
Yet, despite that, the surgery was a success.
She reset the broken rib on the spot, and the patient's internal organs only needed time to recover. Even the shattered right arm—she had meticulously reconnected every nerve, removed unnecessary fragments, and perfectly reassembled the remaining bones.
With proper rehabilitation, the patient would regain full function as if nothing had ever happened.
By all accounts, it was an ideal outcome.
But the moment she left the operating room, washed the blood from her hands, and her rationality fully returned—
She realized what a terrifying thing had just happened.
The good news? She wasn't quite so hemophobic anymore. As long as the scene wasn't excessively gory, she could suppress her physiological discomfort.
The bad news? Her psychological issues had gotten worse.
When confronted with something beyond her threshold, an insidious, infectious madness would well up inside her.
She wanted to release it, to be free, to laugh, to see blood spill before her eyes.
When others avoided her gaze, she felt an uncontrollable urge to make them look.
Three out of the five medical personnel assisting her had been scared out of their minds.
The remaining two had barely held it together long enough to finish the procedure, but even they looked at her with fear and apprehension once it was over.
And that was with the patient under anesthesia, completely unconscious.
If the patient had been awake? Who knows if they'd ever set foot in a hospital again.
"Tsunade, why did that feel good to you? Why did you enjoy it?" she muttered to herself, pressing her fingers against her temples. "That's wrong. It's unethical. It goes against medical morals, against human decency. You need to fix this. You must fix this."
She kept repeating these affirmations, trying to realign her thoughts with her moral compass.
When her emotions finally stabilized, her gaze swept across the neatly preserved human organ and anatomical specimens around the room.
"Yamanaka Shinno... Yamanaka Shinno... Yamanaka Shinno!"
Her eyes reddened, and her teeth clenched as she spat out the name.
She had agreed to the genjutsu therapy. She knew the risks. It wasn't as if she had been forced into it.
And yet, this was the result?
All she could think about now was giving Yamanaka Shinno a taste of his own medicine!
Damn it!
Now she finally understood why people attacked doctors.
This? This was unacceptable!
"Calm down! Think rationally! You can fix this! This is just a minor psychological issue—you'll get over it! Desensitization training will work! That line of thinking was wrong! It's unethical..."
Her anxious muttering filled the specimen room.
...
The door to the room cracked open silently.
A single eye peeked through the gap, cautiously surveying the scene within.
With his level of sensory perception, Yamanaka Shinno could easily 'see' where Tsunade was and note that she was talking to herself.
He could even tell that her mental state seemed... unstable.
But deciphering what she was saying just from the minuscule movements of her lips? That was asking too much.
...
Name: Tsunade
Occupation: Konoha Ninja
Traits: Dual Master of Medicine and Combat (Red), One of the Three Legendary Sannin (Purple), Overflowing Vitality (Blue), Seal Mastery (Blue), Precision (Blue), Juggernaut (Blue), Ageless Beauty (Blue), Heirloom Knowledge (Green), Moral Ambiguity (White), Reverse Gambler (Black).
...
"Hm? Huh..."
Shinno scanned Tsunade's trait list.
His eyes immediately landed on the newly evolved red trait, Dual Master of Medicine and Combat, which had developed from Master of Medicine (Purple).
Three days had passed in the real world.
Tsunade had spent over three years inside the genjutsu.
That her abilities had improved was no surprise—
After all, he had packed the illusion with battle scenarios.
It would have been a waste if she hadn't grown stronger.
But a few days ago, when she was still immersed in the illusion, he had checked—
Her Hemophobia and Crimson Frenzy traits had disappeared.
So why was there a new white trait, Moral Ambiguity, now?
Moral Ambiguity (White): You grieve for the loss of life, but also revel in bloodshed and fear. In your benevolent state, medical jutsu proficiency, healing effectiveness, and treatment speed increase slightly. In your malevolent state, combat instincts, killing intent, and physical capabilities improve slightly—but you are highly susceptible to bloodlust-induced mania.
[The system can accelerate the fusion of host traits.]
[For others, trait fusion, mutation, and adaptation require time.]
Two system notifications flashed in his mind.
Shinno furrowed his brows.
That explained things... but Tsunade's condition—
"I had you join Night Raid to get used to blood, but you turned out even crazier than Kurome?"
In the genjutsu world, he had set up a Akame ga Kill scenario.
Night Raid was supposed to be a righteous assassination organization, fighting for justice and freedom.
He had arranged for Tsunade to join them, ensuring she adapted to bloodshed without twisting her morals.
So how the hell did she end up like this?
If he hadn't known the illusion world followed a set narrative, he would've thought she ditched Night Raid halfway through and spent two and a half years under Esdeath!
...
A light poke on his back.
Kushina was looking at him, eyes full of concern.
Shinno shook his head and gave her a reassuring glance.
He stole another look inside the specimen room.
At least it was still clean—no worst-case scenario here.
Tsunade dyeing her hair and going a little crazy? At most, she was turning into Harley Quinn.
Not Hannibal Lecter.
Nothing too serious.
Shinno sighed and considered the inheritance Tsunade had given him, the Senju Clan's contracts, and—
That morning's washing incident...
Forming a single-handed seal, he activated the modified version of Tsukuyomi he had just developed.
Tsunade, already in a fragile mental state, barely had time to react before she was pulled into the illusion.
"System, reset Tsunade's white trait, Moral Ambiguity."
Hidden under the cover of the illusion, Shinno used his system's trait reset function.
A streak of prismatic light surged into her body.
A moment later, her trait list updated—
Moral Ambiguity vanished, replaced by a new blue trait—
Shifting Light and Shadow (Blue): You are a saint of healing and a reaper of souls. In your Light state, medical jutsu effectiveness, charisma, and affinity increase. In your Shadow state, combat instincts, stealth, and killing potential rise.
"No more negative side effects. She should be stable now."
Shinno muttered under his breath and pushed the door open.
Inside the illusion, Tsunade had just spent three accelerated days.
She looked up at him, her eyes sharp.
"Shinno, this was a simple genjutsu fix. Why the hell were you letting me struggle through it?"
"...Kushina, close the door. I need to have a private chat with this guy."
"???"
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