Chapter 84.1- One Thousand Hands

XXXX- TSUNADE SENJU

She ducked to the side into a side alley as more flames flooded down the street. On the other side, she noticed Jiraiya huddled behind an earth wall. An earth wall that was beginning to rapidly disassemble itself from the heat. The same sweltering heat that bore down on her even with the flames passing her. The flames came to a stop and she jumped out of the alley, heading for her opponent. On the other side, Jiraiya did the same. The two of them formed Tactic 78 without even looking at each other or sending any messages. That was the value of the perfect teamwork that Sensei had beaten into them.

He had to choose one, the desert blaze. Either Jiraiya or her. He had to attack one of them, and while he did so, the other would attack him. And because she was faster, he would make the choice that everyone else made in his situation. He attacked her. He chose wrong, and he would die for it. She did not bother blocking the attack, knowing that that shock would give Jiraiya even more time. She was famous now. No one just expected to kill Tsunade Senju in a single blow.

And so they were shocked when it seemed that they did. The flames covered her entire upper body. An upper body that she had already deadened the pain receptors for, even as she screamed for effect. Her healing chakra was already flowing, fixing the pain as it was dealt. Her ultimate jutsu: precognitive healing.

The flames cut off, and she got to see the Desert Blaze, shock still in his eyes, as his head flew straight off his body.

“That looks terrible” Jiraiya said, turning to her now.

“Toss me a new shirt. I’m not going to fix the skin with you looking, damn pervert” She said, staring straight at him. Even a pervert like Jiraiya couldn’t be getting much if any pleasure from the blackened, charred husk, that she was presenting as. It must have been jarring to him even as he wasted no time in bantering before unsealing a shirt and tossing it her way. She coughed pointedly, and he turned the other way. She allowed the healing to complete itself, the old dead skin being pushed off as new skin and flesh took its place. In a matter of seconds, she was good as new, and had replaced her shirt.

A shirt that was tighter than it should have been. Suspiciously so.

“You damn pervert” She snarled in his direction, knowing that she would be getting him back for this one.

“What are you talking about, Hime-chan?” He tried playing ignorant and she scoffed.

“Let’s go help Orochi before he starts whining about being left alone all the time again” She said.

“I don’t think he’d much appreciate that” Jiraiya chuckled.

“Then make sure you tell him”