Chapter 129

**Chapter 129: Tsunade vs. Konoha’s F4**

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**The Uchiha Clan**

Under the moonlight spilling into the room, two figures were tightly embraced.

“Yosuke, Mikoto now has the strength to protect you!”

With her mesmerizing Mangekyo Sharingan glowing faintly, Uchiha Mikoto’s expression was one of determination.

Time passed in silence, until finally, a wave of emotions surged through the room. At the climax of their moment together, all the pent-up negative energy—an inevitable byproduct of the Mangekyo—was released.

Scattered clothes lay everywhere in the room, with torn stockings among them.

As the light from the full moon shone through the window, Mikoto, lying on the bed like a peaceful kitten, breathed softly, utterly relaxed. She didn’t even want to lift a finger as she let Yosuke pull her into his arms.

“Mikoto, for now, don’t suppress your emotions. The Mangekyo has an even deeper impact on your spirit,” Yosuke murmured, his tone gentle.

No man could resist a woman like Mikoto—someone who possessed beauty, status, strength, and devotion.

Mikoto, leaning lazily against him, smiled in a dreamy daze. “Yosuke, you’ve gotten so much stronger since you started training in taijutsu...”

Yosuke chuckled helplessly at her comment, but Mikoto wasn’t finished. She lifted her head slowly, cupped his face in her hands, and gazed into his eyes with her Mangekyo spinning hypnotically.

“Yosuke... I want to give you my eyes. Take them. That way, my Mangekyo can protect you forever.”

Her crimson eyes burned with a feverish, almost obsessive devotion. Yosuke’s heart swelled with emotion, and he smiled sincerely.

“Mikoto, thank you.”

Such unconditional trust, even when tinged with madness, was uniquely Uchiha. The allure of the Mangekyo was impossible to resist.

“Mikoto...”

As she prepared to say more, Yosuke shook his head, still smiling. “Mikoto, do you doubt my talent to awaken my own Mangekyo?”

Mikoto hesitated, a fleeting disappointment crossing her eyes. But it quickly gave way to pride—this was the man she had chosen.

“No... I believe in you, Yosuke.”

She tightened her embrace, burying her face in his chest. Yet, within her, a fierce determination burned. She needed to become stronger. Strong enough that Yosuke wouldn’t need to remain in the shadows of the Medical Corps to avoid the Uchiha clan’s internal conflicts.

The Uchiha would belong to him. Konoha would belong to him.

Her obsession with power, already strong, grew even darker and more intense.

Yosuke noticed this shift but chose not to comment. Instead, he stroked her hair tenderly.

“Mikoto, it’s harsh, but in this ninja world, without strength, we’re nothing but tools for others. Let’s become strong together—strong enough to break free from these chains.”

His soft words echoed in the room, and Mikoto smiled. Rather than rejecting his desire to rely on her strength, she found it thrilling, even intoxicating.

In the twisted world of the ninja, obsession was not just a trait but a foundation for strength.

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**Konoha, in a newly constructed underground facility**

Beneath the forest, in a brightly lit base filled with advanced instruments, a series of sharp footsteps echoed. All the medical-nin working there turned to bow respectfully.

“Lady Tsunade!”

“Captain Tsunade!”

Tsunade strode in, her presence commanding. Dressed in an elegant cream-colored robe, she reached into her ninja pouch and pulled out a scroll marked with the kanji for *secret*.

The sight of the scroll made the researchers’ eyes gleam with undisguised greed.

“Tsunade, you’ve finally arrived. The full team is assembled. We’re just waiting for the First Hokage’s Wood Release cells,” rasped a familiar voice.

The speaker was Orochimaru, one of the co-leaders of the project. His grin was as unsettling as ever.

Tsunade gave an annoyed snort. “Orochimaru, from this moment on, I’m in charge of this base. First rule—anyone caught laughing during research will be thrown out immediately!”

Her domineering tone sent chills down everyone’s spines. Nobody dared to protest, though they all knew the reason for her anger.

After all, this project involved extracting cells from her grandfather—the First Hokage. It was no surprise she was on edge.

Even Orochimaru, who was about to chuckle in his signature hoarse way, thought better of it when he saw the cold look in Tsunade’s eyes. His snake-like pupils narrowed in realization—she was dead serious.

He sighed and donned a medical mask. “Fine. The Wood Release research plan is officially starting. All decisions are yours, Tsunade. But no one—no one—is allowed to take any data or materials out of this base.”

As he spoke, his voice grew sharper, laced with killing intent. The researchers all nodded solemnly, knowing the gravity of the situation.

“No one is allowed to take anything out?” Tsunade’s voice was icy, her laughter even colder. “Then how about this—my grandfather’s cells don’t come in, either.”

Her words silenced the room.

“Tsunade, this is ROOT. It’s also the Hokage’s order,” came a low, gravelly voice from the shadows.

Danzo emerged, his expression severe. “Orochimaru is the deputy head of ROOT and is also in charge of security for this facility...”

Before Danzo could finish, Tsunade picked up a steel tray from a nearby table and hurled it at him with all her strength.

“Danzo-sama, watch out!”

Two ROOT ninja stepped in front of Danzo, but the tray shattered on impact, scattering glass and liquid across the room.

“TSUNADE!” Danzo roared, his face dark with rage.

Tsunade stood her ground, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. “From now on, the Wood Release research plan is under my sole authority. Security will be handled by the Senju Clan. Anyone who disobeys... will be treated as a rogue ninja and executed on the spot!”

Her declaration sent shockwaves through the room. Even Orochimaru, known for his composure, was visibly startled.

“Lady Tsunade, this base belongs to the village—” Danzo began, but she cut him off.

“The First Hokage was my grandfather. The Second Hokage was my granduncle. You’re experimenting with *my family’s* cells, and you dare challenge me?”

Her glare left no room for argument. Danzo’s face turned ashen, but before he could respond, Sarutobi Hiruzen, the Third Hokage, entered the room. Behind him were Homura Mitokado and Koharu Utatane.

With the arrival of Konoha’s entire "F4" leadership, tensions reached their peak.

“Tsunade, this is not the place for childish tantrums,” Koharu scolded, adopting a patronizing tone.

Hiruzen sighed heavily, exhaling smoke from his pipe. “Tsunade, Danzo’s actions may have been impulsive, but they were for the village.”

This was their usual strategy—painting Tsunade as an emotional, spoiled princess while taking the moral high ground.

But Tsunade was no longer the same woman they had manipulated in the past.

“Childish tantrums?” She laughed coldly, her eyes blazing with defiance.

Holding up the scroll containing her grandfather’s cells, she declared, “In Konoha, the Senju’s voice has yet to be silenced. Who dares claim this is the village’s decision?”

Her words struck like thunder.

Hiruzen froze, stunned by her audacity. Even the usually unflappable Danzo looked shaken.

Tsunade pressed on, her voice cutting like a blade. “If this is the village’s decision, then let the Uchiha or the Hyuga come forward. I, Tsunade, representing the Senju Clan, want to see who dares to challenge me!”

The room fell silent. Even Hiruzen, faced with her piercing gaze, had no retort.

Finally, after a long pause, Hiruzen relented. “The Wood Release research will proceed under your authority, Tsunade. Security will be handled jointly by ANBU, ROOT, and the Senju, but all will follow your command.”

Tsunade smirked but said nothing. She had already won.

As Danzo tried to slink away, Tsunade’s voice stopped him cold.

“Danzo, what the Senju give, you can take. What we don’t give, you *steal* at your own peril.”

Her words left Danzo speechless, and Hiruzen’s face darkened with anger—not at Tsunade, but at Danzo.

“Danzo, my office. Now.”

Watching them leave, Tsunade chuckled to herself. 'A pack of hypocrites. You play your games in the shadows, but dare to act righteous? Disgusting.'