I Am Fugaku Uchiha

"Hey… Are you okay?" Tsunade asked him.

Tsunade knew how strong her blows were, and she looked regretfully at him lying motionless on the ground.

She wondered what would happen if she had killed the Uchiha clan head here. Would Konoha be engulfed in the flames of civil war?

He heard her, but he was annoyed by her lecture. He thought that she was too harsh and biased towards him, so he ignored her.

He remembered that night....

But he also realized that he was partly to blame here. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.

What kind of physique did he have that made him so tempted by Tsunade’s seductive curves? ….

"Hey… Uchiha Fugaku…"

Tsunade sounded nervous. He seemed to be breathing, but no one knew how long he would survive.

Seeing that he didn’t respond, Tsunade panicked a little. She rushed to his side, ready to treat his injury. With her medical ninjutsu mastery, there might be hope.

She quickly identified the spot where she kicked, roughly examined him for a few seconds, and was about to strip off his clothes for a closer look when his eyes opened.

"Don’t tear it; these clothes were expensive."

Tsunade heard his voice, which confirmed he was still alive, and she felt both puzzled and relieved at the same time.

"Do you…realize how badly injured you are, and you still care about your clothes?"

She tried to rip his clothes again.

"No, please don’t tear it; I’m okay. Just keep your distance from me, please." Fugaku said, and he shut his eyes again.

He felt Tsunade leaning over him, her warm breath on his face. He opened his eyes and saw a pair of large breasts that seemed to defy gravity.

He feared that he would lose control of himself and do something inappropriate to Tsunade in this deserted arena.

But even if he had such a desire, this was not the place for it.

Tsunade was furious at Fugaku's words, but she calmed herself down as she remembered how she had delivered him a powerful kick. She didn't want to lose her temper again.

"You jerk… Can’t you watch your mouth?" she snapped.

"Hey, hey, hey, how is this my fault? Don’t you know how sexy you are? And… You’re wearing such a dress to fight me?" He complained, lying on the ground with his eyes closed.

He wondered why he didn’t feel anything when he looked at other women. Maybe it was because they didn’t show off their cleavage or because their cleavage wasn’t as deep as hers.

"You..." When Tsunade heard this, she covered her mouth and felt sad as she remembered a handsome figure with long white hair.

"Hmph, since you’re okay, then I’ll go..."

She turned around and left, as his flirting reminded her of Kato.

He felt a surge of relief as she walked away. He didn't want her to touch him.

He opened his eyes again and was about to sit up, but then he saw her. She was still there, facing the other way, as if waiting for something.

"Didn't you say you wanted to go?" He couldn't help but be curious.

He pretended not to notice her, but he was glad that Tsunade had her back to him. He felt a moment of relief.

"You could have avoided that kick, you know. I know how much it hurt."

She felt guilty for what happened just now. She realized that she might have kicked him when he came over to help her. She had a short temper, but she was not unreasonable.

She quickly calmed down and knew what was most important.

Fugaku was amused. So she thought that he was being stubborn? He laughed softly. He shook his head helplessly and stood up quickly, spreading his arms.

"I really don’t have the intention of being stubborn. Do you think I need treatment?"

His physique had a powerful regeneration ability that was not inferior to the first hokage’s.

"How is that possible?"

Tsunade looked shocked. She was sure that her kick had hit him hard enough, but now he looked like he was not injured at all.

How could this be? Could it be that her strength did not harm him?

"Take off your clothes and let me see."

She walked up to him and said it with a serious face.

She was skeptical that he was not harmed at all, and if it was true, then..... maybe she could learn something from that. She had always wanted to improve her medic ninjutsu.

"What? Take off my clothes?" Fugaku suddenly covered his body with his hands in confusion, like a young girl who was cornered by a perverted uncle.

"Stop talking and hurry up."

"If you don’t leave, I will shout for help."

"What do you mean?" Tsunade smirked and wanted to step forward and pull Fugaku’s clothes off.

If he didn’t take them off himself, she would make him do it herself. That was her thought at the time.

Although she seemed to be weaker than him in strength, she didn’t care about that. Tsunade was very impulsive. "It shouldn't happen like this."

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