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Tobirama Senju had actually been forcing himself to hold on—his injuries were severe, sustained entirely by his last reserves of chakra.
Normally, with just that remaining chakra, he could handle the current situation. However, he'd encountered an abnormal situation.
Amid dizziness and disorientation, he instinctively looked down at his abdominal wound. Had he miscalculated this injury's severity earlier?
"Too much blood loss... No, it's not that, it's... my chakra..."
His weakness was certainly related to blood loss, but the main problem was that he shouldn't have made close contact with Yūshin.
It was precisely because Tobirama Senju had "controlled" him that both sides could make close contact, giving Yūshin the opportunity to drain the opponent's chakra.
Continuous combat, relentless pursuit, injury, and blood loss left Tobirama Senju in terrible condition, his senses becoming somewhat dulled.
This was a fatal mistake. His insufficient chakra reserves prevented timely reaction, and after losing his remaining chakra, he could barely maintain his condition.
Originally he'd been forcing himself to hold on—now he simply couldn't hold on anymore.
Clang—the long blade he could no longer grip fell to the ground.
Yūshin easily broke free from Tobirama Senju's control. He slowly straightened his body, then turned around to steady the swaying "Second Hokage" with his hand.
"You were too careless. Fortunately I'm a good person, so I won't harm you. But I know your personality is strong-willed and you like thinking about things in dark directions, so... you don't need to die, but you owe me a life."
Before he finished speaking, Tobirama Senju had already started rolling his eyes back.
So Yūshin released his hand from Tobirama Senju's shoulder, and the latter slowly collapsed to the ground, unconscious beyond measure.
Look—theoretically, this was when Tobirama Senju was most capable of understanding human speech.
"Two people come over and carry him aside, treat his wounds," Yūshin said.
Two shinobi walked over, carefully lifting Tobirama Senju to a nearby shack. Following the principle of gentle handling, they placed him on a crude wooden plank bed...
They obviously treated the opponent as some kind of precious, fragile item.
Well, for them, a Senju was indeed quite rare.
Next, the two cooperated to remove Tobirama Senju's armor and clothing, beginning to examine his wounds and perform meticulous cleaning and bandaging.
Honestly, lacking professional medical-nin, the camp could provide only limited help to the wounded. However, if the injured person was Tobirama Senju, simple bleeding treatment would suffice—at this point, one could fully trust the Senju Clan's vitality and recovery ability.
"This is the Senju Clan—is it real? This is my first time seeing a living one."
"Whoa, so pale..."
"Mm, so white."
"Huh, little acorn."
Hmm? Isn't your conversation getting a bit strange? Yūshin couldn't bear to listen and moved as far away as possible.
Ryūnosuke Hayasaka walked to his side, saying: "Captain, I didn't expect that technique of yours would actually work on Senju shinobi."
Yūshin wasn't particularly smug. He spoke honestly: "Just a matter of calculated versus uncalculated, plus the opponent's condition was extremely poor... This kind of technique only works the first time it's used."
Over these days, the changes in Yūshin were obvious—everyone could perceive this. However, regarding matters involving personal strength, people had no way to confidently inquire.
Regardless, Yūshin's increased strength was good news for everyone.
Ryūnosuke nodded, then asked: "But Captain, is he really a Senju Clan shinobi?"
Yūshin thought for a moment and decided to speak honestly: "Definitely. Moreover... if I remember correctly, this shinobi's name is Tobirama Senju—the second son of the current Senju clan head."
"Senju... clan head's son?" Ryūnosuke's expression immediately changed. "Captain, how do you know him?"
Yūshin shouldn't have any contact with the Senju Clan by any reasoning.
Facing such questions, he merely shook his head lightly without answering.
Bottom-up questioning cannot demand top-down detailed explanations. Whether Yūshin explained or not was entirely according to his wishes.
Seeing he didn't answer, Ryūnosuke indeed had no intention of pressing further.
"Captain, do we have any way to use this clan head's son to further seek possibilities of drawing closer to the Senju Clan?" Ryūnosuke immediately began considering certain possibilities.
Had to say his mind was quite flexible—upon hearing Tobirama Senju's identity, he immediately expanded his thinking toward "hugging big thighs."
"Don't think of things too simply. Tobirama Senju at this age can't decide anything for the Senju Clan." Yūshin continued shaking his head. Major clans' wool wasn't so easily plucked.
Seeing the opponent's hesitant appearance, Yūshin asked: "What ideas do you have?"
"Let me think... how about marriage alliances?" Ryūnosuke cautiously proposed.
"..."
Yūshin had actually prepared to hear terrible ideas, but he hadn't expected the opponent's idea could be terrible to this degree.
"Ryūnosuke, the only female in our camp is Granny Takamatsu."
Sister Takamatsu was already over forty. Forty-year-old women naturally had the right to pursue love, but having the right to pursue love didn't mean having the right to commit crimes.
Tobirama Senju was exactly fourteen—both sides seemed somewhat mismatched.
Ryūnosuke's gaze involuntarily looked toward Sister Takamatsu, who was searching for bandages in the camp, and he couldn't help beginning to consider whether the Senju boy had an Oedipus complex.
Yūshin no longer minded his subordinate's affected profundity. He turned around and shouted to everyone:
"Anyone want to experience Senju Clan chakra?"
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The next day, rain fell from dawn and showed no signs of stopping.
The unconscious Tobirama Senju suddenly awoke. He abruptly sat up straight, instinctively reaching for his weapon.
Naturally, he grasped nothing. The violent movement pulled at his wound—the sharp pain from his ribs and abdomen made him involuntarily gasp, cold sweat flowing from his forehead.
The pattering sound of rain reached his ears. A cool breeze blew, instantly clearing his mind considerably.
Looking around, he discovered himself lying under a crude shelter that leaked wind on all sides, covered only by a thin, worn blanket. Lifting the blanket, he saw he wore only pants, his wounded upper body already bandaged.
His forehead protector, ninja tool pouch, and clothes were neatly folded on a wooden stump to his right, the long blade placed beside the stump.
Yesterday's memories surfaced in his mind. Hazily, he understood what had happened to him.
Unfortunately, he'd fallen into unknown shinobi hands. Fortunately, he didn't know that yesterday he'd been treated as a rare animal for everyone's careful observation.
"Oh, you've awakened."
Noticing the commotion here, Yūshin immediately appeared, still carrying yesterday's large scroll.
This certainly wasn't coincidence—he'd actually been monitoring this area all along, thus could appear here the moment the opponent awakened.
Could only say current Tobirama Senju was still too young and inexperienced. If it were the mature version of Tobirama Senju, he'd definitely continue feigning unconsciousness upon awakening.
Or he'd clarify his situation through more secretive methods, or pretend harmlessness while seeking opportunities to ambush the camp's controller.
Though he'd evolve into an old fox someday, current Tobirama Senju was just a young fox whose thoughts weren't so complex.
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