The smoke had barely cleared from the brutal war between Konoha and Amegakure, but one thing echoed across the entire Shinobi world: the legendary title of the "Konoha Sannin."
The very next day, Tsunade, battered and bleeding, dragged herself from the front lines. Her body screamed for repair, her chakra reserves utterly drained from her savage clash with Hanzō, the so-called "Demigod." God, what a bastard. He'd pushed her to her absolute limit, leaving her a wreck both physically and mentally.
As dusk bled into a silent, oppressive night, Tsunade found a lone, lamplit medical tent. After a quick, cautious scan confirmed she was alone, a shuddering sigh of relief escaped her lips. She'd made it explicitly clear earlier: no goddamn interruptions. This was her time to lick her wounds.
With the coast clear, Tsunade began the slow, agonizing process of peeling off her battle-worn clothes. Each movement sent jolts of pain through her, but the promise of relief was too tempting.
"Hnnngh…"
A gasp. First, the creamy expanse of her shoulders, dusted with grime and freckles. Then, the sleek, strong lines of her arms, usually rippling with power, now trembling with exhaustion. Piece by piece, her glorious, pale skin was bared to the cool night air, each newly exposed inch a testament to her survival.
"Gods, I'm so fucking tired," she mumbled, her voice raspy. A weary hand went to her chest. "And have these things gotten even bigger lately?"
With a sigh, the clasp of her bra gave way. Her massive, melon-heavy breasts tumbled free, heavy and lush, quivering like outrageously expensive jelly with every subtle movement of her torso. She cupped them, testing their weight, a familiar mixture of pride and annoyance washing over her. They were magnificent, yes, but gods, they could be a burden.
The mere thought of her legendary bust instantly conjured an unwelcome image: Jiraiya, that damn pervert, his eyes practically bugging out of his head, drooling like an idiot every time he caught a glimpse of her cleavage.
"Sssssk…" A violent shiver ran down her spine, goosebumps erupting all over her exposed skin. The thought was so repulsive it was almost a physical assault. Her eyes darted around the tent again, half-expecting the lecherous toad sage to pop out from behind a supply crate. Thank fuck, he wasn't there. Another deep breath, and she refocused. Medicine. She needed to apply the goddamn medicine.
Fingers, usually so adept at intricate medical ninjutsu, fumbled with the remaining ties and fastenings of her tattered uniform. Soon, the last scraps of fabric fell away, leaving her gloriously, vulnerably naked save for a flimsy pair of silk panties clinging to her hips. She turned, completely engrossed in her search for salves and bandages, utterly oblivious to the predatory gaze that had just locked onto her magnificent, battle-hardened form from the shadows behind her.
Even exhausted, Tsunade was a warrior. Years of life-or-death combat had honed her senses to a razor's edge. A flicker, a subtle shift in the air, something wrong. Her head snapped up, eyes blazing.
"Who the FUCK is there?!" she roared, her voice a whip crack in the quiet tent.
Her furious gaze landed on… a kid?
'A fucking child?'
Standing before her, barely reaching her tits, was a shota. A goddamn boy. He had that irritatingly innocent, cherubic face, wide, unnervingly clear eyes, and the distinct, pupilless white orbs that screamed 'Hyuga clan.'
'A Hyuga brat? What the hell is one of them doing here?' she thought, confused and annoyed.
Then, her eyes drifted lower.
'NO!' A jolt of pure, icy shock shot through her. The kid's trousers… they weren't just rumpled. They were stretched taut, an obscene, impossible tent straining against the fabric, pointing directly at her.
But it was too late. Yuta Hyuga, the little bastard, closed the distance with terrifying speed. Before Tsunade, her mind still reeling from the grotesque sight, could even think about reacting, a series of lightning-fast strikes landed on her pressure points. A sickening numbness spread through her limbs. She was paralyzed. Immobilized by the Hyuga's signature Gentle Fist.