"Damn… that was close. I almost caused an even bigger butterfly effect."
Inside a cave somewhere in the Land of Rain, Gojo Yoru laid Tsunade—whose breathing had become extremely faint—on the ground. With one hand he pulled out the antidote he'd looted, and with the other he pried open her mouth and poured the liquid in.
Afraid one tube wouldn't fully purge the poison, Yoru poured in two tubes back-to-back.
Thankfully, Tsunade still had the instinct to swallow, so she didn't spit it out.
Watching her throat bob as she swallowed slowly, Yoru couldn't help sighing.
If he hadn't been cautious—if he hadn't immediately used a sensing technique the moment he felt that vibration…
If he hadn't detected a powerful chakra presence moving rapidly underground…
And if he hadn't immediately used intangibility and Flying Thunder God to go rescue her—
Even a few seconds slower, and Tsunade really would have died.
All he could say was: Tsunade wasn't fated to die here.
If the Rain ninja hadn't been carrying antidote, or if Yoru didn't know Flying Thunder God, then even if he managed to snatch her away, she would only have lived a little longer.
And thinking about it… this whole chain reaction happened precisely because Yoru had Flying Thunder God.
Remembering the Flying Thunder God kunai and stones he still hadn't retrieved, and the "Flying Thunder God hero saves the beauty" scene he'd just performed in front of Hanzō, Yoru could already predict that the Second Great Ninja War would probably veer wildly off its original history.
As the biggest variable in the war, Yoru was destined to step onto the shinobi world's main stage early.
He did the math and muttered, "Four months left… I hope it comes this year. Otherwise it'll be five full years since the last time. Don't tell me it's every six years?"
The moment the words left his mouth, Yoru's face stiffened.
He'd just remembered a crucial detail.
After that evolution ended, only a portion of his cells could extract space–time power—
Unlike ordinary chakra, which could be drawn from 130 trillion cells.
That evolution had felt like part of Yoru's cells were replaced with "new" cells.
And the timing had happened right when he was six.
That made Yoru think of the cellular renewal cycle—which was also around six to seven years.
If his guess was right, then the "gift of space–time" wouldn't come this year either, and would instead be a hard minimum of once every six years.
The more he thought about it, the more plausible it felt. The corner of his mouth twitched.
Touching the spot near his chest, Yoru suddenly wanted to go back and kiss Kushina.
If it weren't for that rich girl, he still wouldn't feel safe even now.
"Hm? What's going on?"
Just as Yoru was about to take out a soldier pill to recover his drained space–time chakra, he sensed something and looked down at Tsunade.
After drinking the antidote, she still hadn't woken up—and her body was trembling faintly.
Yoru removed her forehead protector and touched her forehead.
Her temperature was low, and she was sweating heavily.
"No fever… damn—this is blood loss!"
The cave was dim. Earlier, he'd been so focused on feeding her antidote that he hadn't noticed a long blade wound on her body, still bleeding.
Yoru's first instinct was to use Flying Thunder God and send her back to the border base—or to Konoha Hospital.
And then the awkward problem hit.
Those two earlier teleports—and the one teleport while carrying someone—had used up the last 15% of Yoru's space–time chakra.
Unless he unsealed the Strength of a Hundred Seal and burned his trump-card reserves, he'd need time to recover space–time chakra.
Not being that close with Tsunade, Yoru really didn't want to use that trump card—and he didn't want to attract public opinion either.
So he carried her to a spot with more light, planning to check her injuries first and then decide.
When he removed the jōnin vest, Tsunade wasn't wearing a black tight combat suit or a black mesh armor shirt underneath—just an ordinary white undershirt.
The vest had been thick enough to hide her figure.
Now, with the armor off, the "spectacle" was… fully revealed.
"Holy hell—massive!"
He'd always known that in a 2D world, top-tier beauties had exaggerated figures that defied gravity—enough to make Newton jump out of his grave and shout that it wasn't scientific.
But this was the first time Yoru had seen it with his own eyes in this life.
So there really are no wrong nicknames.
"Konoha's big milk cow"—not undeserved.
But seeing that vicious wound stretching from her left shoulder down to her right waist, Yoru forced his mind back on track and began checking properly.
Soon he let out a breath. "No broken ribs, no internal organ damage. No poison in the wound either. It's just a surface injury."
Not severe—good.
He carefully tore away the blood-stiffened fabric stuck to the wound, preparing to treat it with medical ninjutsu.
As he pulled open a modest tear—revealing just a bit of "holy light"—Yoru noticed something absolutely outrageous. His eyes widened, and he blurted out:
"Damn… totally free!"
He couldn't help giving the unconscious Tsunade a thumbs-up.
Infiltrating dressed like that… that's insane.
Forming seals, he covered his palm in green healing chakra and treated her.
Yoru didn't have the advanced Mythical Palm Technique scroll that could treat internal and external damage at once and rapidly regenerate tissue, but his chakra control and his fairly strong Yang chakra were more than enough to handle Tsunade's superficial wound.
By the time Yoru's normal chakra was close to empty, the vicious gash had closed—leaving only a faint scar.
That scar might be hard for others to erase, but for a medical master like Tsunade, she probably had more than one way to deal with it.
So Yoru covered her body with the jōnin vest again, took out a stack of explosive tags and camo cloth, and went outside the cave to lay traps. Then he returned, swallowed a soldier pill, and stayed by Tsunade while recovering both normal chakra and space–time chakra.
Whether because she'd inhaled too much poison or because of blood loss, Tsunade remained unconscious for more than five hours before finally waking.
By then, Yoru had long since returned to full strength and could easily have brought Tsunade back to the border base.
But after checking her injuries and seeing they were stable, he abandoned the idea again.
Because the injured, unconscious person wasn't some nobody—she was the First Hokage's granddaughter, the Fire Country princess, the famous "Princess Tsunade."
Sometimes, idiots don't care who was right or wrong. They'd only think: Tsunade-sama is unconscious, but you're fine—so it must be your fault. You must have dragged her down!
Konoha White Fang's death—and Naruto's childhood—were both born from idiots like that.
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