In the Land of Rain, the downpour finally eased for the first time in days.
Though the sky remained overcast, the atmosphere within the Konoha camp was nothing short of celebratory—like the New Year had arrived early.
News of Hanzō's retreat spread across the western front as if carried on wings. The main Konoha forces, which had been locked in a bitter stalemate against Iwagakure, saw their morale surge overnight. Seizing the momentum, they pushed the enemy back to the border in one decisive advance.
The situation had stabilized.
---
**Camp Command Post**
Several masked Anbu knelt on one knee before Uchiha Tobirama, their posture immaculate and their demeanor deeply respectful.
"Lord Tobirama, these are Hokage-sama's personal orders and rewards."
The Anbu captain at the front presented three scrolls with both hands.
Tobirama accepted them casually and skimmed through the contents.
B-rank Ninjutsu: Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation
S-rank Ninjutsu: Multiple Shadow Clone Jutsu
A-rank Ninjutsu: Fire Release: Dragon Flame Caterwaul
"Tch. The Old Man really spared no expense this time."
A faint smirk crossed Tobirama's lips.
"Too bad for me—aside from the Multiple Shadow Clone Jutsu, these are all worthless. With my mastery over Fire Release, I've already grasped every Fire Style technique this world has to offer."
Along with the techniques was a formal commendation letter.
Stamped with the Hokage's seal, four bold crimson characters stood out prominently:
**Hero of Konoha**
"Inform Hokage-sama that I've received everything."
Tobirama tucked the scrolls into his ninja tool pouch, his tone relaxed.
"I will always place the Village above all else. If Konoha ever needs it, I am prepared to sacrifice myself without hesitation."
"Yes!"
The Anbu withdrew respectfully.
Once they were gone, Tobirama let out a quiet, mocking laugh.
"Just wait a little longer… it's almost time."
"When this war ends, my reputation will reach its peak."
"At that point, both the clan and the Village will belong to me."
---
At the same time, the shockwaves caused by the news of Hanzō's heavy injuries and retreat finally spread throughout the entire ninja world.
---
**Land of Earth — Iwagakure**
**Tsuchikage's Office**
Crack!
The Third Tsuchikage, Ōnoki, had just lifted his teacup when his hand trembled—and his back seized up again.
"Gah—my back…"
But he ignored the pain entirely, staring wide-eyed at the intelligence report in his hand, his bulbous nose trembling.
"Impossible! This has to be fake!"
"That old bastard Hanzō may be annoying, but his strength is that of a true demigod! How could he lose to a twelve-year-old brat?!"
"Susanoo… Red Giant…"
As he read those words, Ōnoki's face drained of color.
He had seen Uchiha Madara with his own eyes.
That overwhelming, god-like despair—decades later, it still haunted his nightmares.
"Don't tell me… the Uchiha have produced another Madara."
Ōnoki took a deep breath, his expression turning grave.
"Pass down the order!"
"All frontline forces are to halt their offensive immediately and switch to full defense!"
"Until we confirm the details on this Uchiha Tobirama, no one is to act rashly!"
"Do not go looking for trouble!"
---
**Land of Lightning — Kumogakure**
**Raikage Training Hall**
The Third Raikage was in the middle of squats, lifting dumbbells that each weighed two tons. His muscles bulged like solid stone.
"Father! Something big has happened!"
The future Fourth Raikage, A, rushed in, clutching an intelligence report.
"Konoha's produced a monster—he forced Hanzō to retreat!"
The Third Raikage dropped the dumbbells.
Boom!
They smashed into the floor, leaving a deep crater.
He took the report, glanced at it, and snorted loudly, hot steam practically blasting from his nostrils.
"Hmph. That old man Hanzō."
"All he ever does is rely on poison to bully people."
"Susanoo? Just an oversized target."
"If it runs into my 'Strongest Spear,' I'll punch straight through it with one finger."
Despite his bravado, a trace of caution flickered in his eyes.
"But… Konoha's luck is seriously irritating."
"Tell our frontline troops to hold their position for now."
"We'll decide what to do after seeing how this develops."
---
**Land of Wind — Sunagakure**
Inside the Puppet Workshop, Chiyo studied the intelligence report in silence, the shadows shifting across her deeply wrinkled face.
"Red Giant… Mangekyō…"
"Konoha truly is a Village favored by the heavens."
"It seems the winds of this Great War are about to change."
---
The major hidden villages reacted in different ways.
But they all shared one thing in common.
Fear.
Overnight, the name Uchiha Tobirama was added to the top of every major nation's S-rank watch list.
His bounty skyrocketed—straight to fifty million ryō.
---
For the time being, the front lines fell into an uneasy calm.
Amegakure had been crippled.
Iwagakure withdrew into full defense.
A rare, fragile truce.
---
At the border of the Land of Rain, within a dense forest.
"This is the patrol route you wanted to bring me on?"
Tsunade crossed her arms and leaned against a massive tree, giving Uchiha Tobirama a sideways glance and a faint smile.
The scenery was peaceful—far removed from the noise and chaos of the camp. Only birdsong echoed through the forest.
This wasn't a patrol.
It was clearly a date.
"What? Don't like it?"
Tobirama wasn't wearing his bloodstained combat gear. Instead, he had changed into a black, high-collared casual outfit, making him look tall—and almost unfairly handsome.
He stepped closer, his pitch-black eyes carrying a hint of bold aggression.
"Tsunade-sensei… back in the tent a few days ago…"
"You said it yourself."
"Are you trying to take it back now?"
The moment he mentioned that night, Tsunade's face flushed crimson.
That contrast—a mature woman acting shy—made Tobirama's heart itch.
"W-Who said I was taking it back?!"
Her eyes darted away as she stubbornly replied:
"Besides, I was poisoned back then—my brain wasn't working right!"
"And you're only twelve! If you want to chase me, come back when you're taller!"
Tobirama laughed.
Then he took a sudden step forward.
Tsunade instinctively tried to retreat—only to feel the solid tree at her back.
No escape.
**Kabedon.**
Tobirama planted his hand against the trunk, boxing her in.
Though only twelve, his growth had been exceptional. He was already taller than Tsunade, forcing her to look up at him.
"As for height, that's already a non-issue."
"I'm tall enough."
He leaned closer, lowering his voice.
"But feelings don't wait."
His breath brushed her ear as his fingers gently caught a strand of her blonde hair, twirling it around his finger.
"So your wish doesn't go unfulfilled, Sensei…"
"I suppose I have a responsibility to sacrifice myself a little."
"To help Tsunade-sensei fulfill it."
Tsunade stared at the boy right in front of her.
Those eyes reflected her flustered expression.
He was clearly just a kid.
So why was her heart racing?
Why did her monstrous strength seem to disappear around him, leaving her wanting to… lean into his arms?
"Y-You…"
She bit her lip, meaning to push him away—but her hand instead grabbed his collar lightly.
"Are you confessing to your jōnin instructor?"
"That violates ninja regulations."
Tobirama's lips curved upward slightly. He lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her smooth forehead.
"Ninja regulations?"
"Those are for the weak."
"I am Uchiha Tobirama."
"My rules are the rules."
Tsunade shuddered.
The warmth on her forehead shot through her heart like lightning.
It was over.
She had fallen.
This brat… was far too dangerous.
"Hmph… smooth talker."
Her voice was barely audible, but she didn't push him away.
Instead, she rested her head lightly against his shoulder.
"Then… I'll give you a probationary period."
"If you don't perform well, you're fired anytime."
Tobirama wrapped an arm around her slender yet powerful waist.
Soft.
Surprisingly soft.
"As you command, Tsunade-sensei."
His words were barely a whisper against her hair before his mouth claimed hers in a deep, hungry kiss. Tsunade's breath hitched, her fingers tightening on his collar as she kissed him back, all pretense of resistance melting away. The forest around them faded—the birdsong, the distant camp, everything—leaving only the heat building between their bodies.
Tobirama's hand slid from her waist up her back, pulling her flush against him. He could feel the powerful curves of her body, the way her breasts pressed against his chest, full and soft despite the muscle beneath. Tsunade moaned softly into his mouth, her tongue meeting his with growing urgency. Her legendary strength was nowhere to be found; instead, her hands roamed his shoulders and chest, tugging at his high-collared shirt as if she couldn't get close enough.
He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down her neck, sucking lightly at the sensitive skin just below her ear. "Sensei…" he murmured, voice low and rough with want. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this."
Tsunade's head fell back against the tree, exposing more of her throat. "Shut up and do something about it already," she breathed, her usual commanding tone cracking with desire. Her hands found the hem of his shirt and yanked it upward. Tobirama helped her, shrugging it off and tossing it aside, revealing the lean, surprisingly defined muscles of a boy who had already pushed his body far beyond normal limits.
She ran her palms over his bare chest, nails grazing his skin. Tobirama groaned and captured her mouth again, his fingers working open the fastenings of her jonin vest. It fell open, then dropped to the forest floor, followed quickly by the mesh undershirt beneath. Tsunade's breasts spilled free—large, heavy, and flushed with arousal, her pink nipples already hard. Tobirama cupped one in his hand, thumb brushing over the peak, drawing a sharp gasp from her.
He lowered his head, taking the sensitive bud into his mouth, tongue swirling around it while his other hand kneaded the soft flesh. Tsunade arched into him, one hand tangling in his dark hair, the other gripping his shoulder hard enough to leave marks. "Tobirama… ah—!"
Encouraged, he switched to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention while his free hand slid down her stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of her pants. His fingers found her already wet and hot, sliding through slick folds to circle her clit. Tsunade's hips bucked against his hand, a low, needy sound escaping her throat.
"Fuck… you're soaked," he growled against her skin, slipping two fingers inside her tight heat. He pumped them slowly at first, then faster, curling them to hit that perfect spot while his thumb kept rubbing her clit. Tsunade's legs trembled, her powerful thighs clenching around his hand as pleasure built rapidly.
"Don't… don't stop," she panted, grinding down on his fingers. Her hand fumbled with his pants, freeing his hard cock—thick and throbbing, already leaking at the tip. She wrapped her fingers around him, stroking firmly from base to tip, drawing a hissed curse from Tobirama.
He pulled his fingers out only long enough to shove her pants and underwear down her legs. Tsunade kicked them off impatiently. Tobirama lifted her effortlessly, pinning her against the tree with her legs wrapped around his waist. The head of his cock nudged against her entrance, slick with her arousal.
"Look at me," he ordered, voice dark with lust.
Tsunade's golden eyes met his, hazy with need. "Do it," she whispered.
With one smooth thrust, he buried himself inside her to the hilt. Both of them groaned at the sensation—her walls tight and scorching around him, gripping like velvet. Tobirama held still for a moment, letting her adjust, then began to move. Slow, deep strokes at first, savoring the way she clenched around every inch.
Tsunade's nails dug into his back as he picked up speed, pounding into her with powerful, relentless thrusts. The tree bark scraped her back, but she didn't care; the slight pain only heightened the pleasure. Her breasts bounced with every impact, and Tobirama leaned in to capture a nipple in his mouth again, sucking hard while he fucked her harder.
"Tobirama—yes—right there!" she cried out, her voice echoing through the forest. Her inner muscles fluttered around him, orgasm building fast. He shifted his angle, hitting that sensitive spot inside her with every thrust, his pelvis grinding against her clit.
"Come for me, Sensei," he growled, one hand slipping between them to rub her clit in tight circles.
Tsunade shattered with a loud moan, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her walls pulsed and squeezed around his cock, milking him. Tobirama groaned, thrusting through her climax, chasing his own release. A few more deep, erratic strokes and he came hard, spilling inside her with a low, guttural sound, hips pressed flush against hers.
They stayed locked together, panting, foreheads resting against each other as the aftershocks faded. Tobirama kissed her softly, tenderly this time, brushing damp strands of blonde hair from her face.
Tsunade gave a breathless laugh, her legs still trembling around him. "Probationary period… extended."
Tobirama smirked, still buried deep inside her. "Good. Because I'm nowhere near done with you yet."