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Naruto: Wooing Tsunade from Day One!-Chapter 358: The Fourth Hokage
Chapter 358 - 358: The Fourth Hokage
"You want me to apologize? You? Are you even qualified?"
The woman's derisive laughter cut through the tension, and her words were as sharp as they were infuriating.
"This woman is really arrogant. I want to punch her," someone muttered in the crowd.
"Akatsukikage is really calm—she must be the king of bastards."
"If we don't fight now, it'll be hard to justify."
The onlookers, eager for chaos, egged both sides on, their excitement palpable. None of them understood the depth of Yahiko's psychological scars or the weight he carried. If they had, they might have reconsidered their eagerness for a fight.
"Hiding in the shadows and refusing to show yourself," Yahiko said after a long pause, his expression unreadable. "Are you so afraid to reveal your true face? Or is there something about yourself you can't bear to face?"
His words lacked venom, carefully chosen to avoid provoking too much. The frustration on his face, however, was evident, causing Nagato and the others to stifle their laughter. If he says too much, he'll pay for it later; if he says too little, it won't land. Being a leader really is tough.
"I have nothing to hide," the woman replied coolly, shifting her position and crossing her legs with a carefree demeanor. "I'm just afraid that taking off my mask will scare you to death."
"Haha, let's see who you really are," Yahiko shot back. "Causing trouble in my Akatsukigakure comes with a price. You walked in here on your own, but you'll be leaving on a stretcher."
As the words left his mouth, Yahiko's thoughts clicked into place. This had to be Sensei's doing. Talk about perfect timing—just when you need a pillow, someone hands you one. Steeling himself, he raised his hand and hurled three kunai.
"It's starting! It's starting!" an onlooker shouted.
"You call tossing a few kunai getting things started?" someone snapped back. "I've already geared up for a fight, and this is all you've got?"
The kunai flew toward the woman and the two men, tracing a triangular pattern in mid-air.
Thunk!
The kunai embedded themselves into the wooden wall behind the trio, the sharp sound cutting through the room. The three effortlessly dodged the projectiles, but Yahiko's goal was already achieved. The force of the kunai sliced through their masks, causing them to fall away.
The crowd gasped as the faces of the woman and two men were revealed. The trio's expressions were calm, almost as if they had allowed this to happen.
Since you want to see, I'll let you look.
"Konoha's Fourth Hokage, Tsunade Senju."
"Disciple of the God of Shinobi, Minato Namikaze."
"Grandson of the First Hokage, Nawaki Senju."
The murmurs in the crowd turned into a roar. Among the gathered ninjas from various countries, the trio's identities were recognized instantly.
Tsunade's reputation alone was enough to cause a stir; her role as Hokage made her a legend. While Minato and Nawaki were less widely known, their exploits during the Second Shinobi World War and their impressive track records made them recognizable to discerning eyes.
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"I've always heard that the Hokage is a gambler, but I thought it was just a rumor."
"Not only is she a gambler, but she's also known as Legendary Sucker in Konoha."
"Why is that?"
"She only loses. What else does a Legendary Sucker do?"
The onlookers whispered among themselves, their voices just loud enough to reach Tsunade. While she could have ignored such remarks made behind her back, hearing them directly was another matter entirely.
"Shut up!" she snapped, her voice cutting through the murmurs like a blade. "Just because we're not talking doesn't mean we're ignoring you."
Her powerful aura descended upon the crowd, silencing most of them instantly. For the first time, they felt the weight of her presence.
Tsunade wasn't just Hokage by name. She was a true Kage-level ninja, and as a Jinchūriki, her strength placed her among the most formidable in the Ninja World. Few could stand against her. And the two men flanking her? They were far from ordinary.
It was clear to anyone with sense—these three could conquer a small country on their own. If they decided to use force here, there would be no one to stop them, let alone deliver justice. Even if they killed someone outright, it would likely go unanswered. After all, Konoha had that man's support. Without him, how could the Hokage leave the village so freely, let alone come to a casino for leisure?
Yahiko's expression turned solemn, though his tension was palpable. His unease was visible to all, but his performance was masterful, his nervousness lending credibility to his role.
"How could the Hokage resort to something as petty as blackmail?" he asked, his tone steady but laced with disbelief.
The crowd murmured again, their voices tinged with scorn and pity.
"Lord Akatsukikage is being cornered."
"It's natural to feel helpless. If you were in his place, would you dare to be tough?"
"Exactly. That's Konoha we're talking about."
"If you can't beat them, you have to reason with them."
"It's hopeless. They'll just have to pay up and hope this ends quietly."
It seemed the audience had already written the end of the story in their minds—Akatsukigakure would humbly offer a large sum of money and possibly escort Tsunade and her companions out of the Land of Rain.
"Blackmail? Hahaha!" Tsunade's laugh echoed, sharp and mocking, radiating an air of absolute authority. "Call it whatever you want. Now cut the nonsense and hand over my money."
She leaned into her role perfectly, exuding the air of a villain crushing her weaker opposition.
They stood there with cold, expressionless faces, silently fulfilling their roles as bodyguards.
"What money? You're dreaming."
"Just because you're the Hokage and have Konoha behind you, we have to let you take whatever you want?"
Yahiko took a step forward, and what he said surprised the onlookers.
"Still playing the tough guy."
"Don't act like you're so tough."
"Looks like things are about to get interesting again."
The crowd, realizing things weren't progressing as expected, grew even more excited.
"What? You still want to spar with me? I'm afraid you don't have the ability."
"My patience is limited. You have three minutes to think it over. If you don't pay up, I'll demolish your Akatsuki Ninja Village today."
Tsunade lightly slapped the chair beneath her, reducing it to splinters, then stood abruptly. Her aura became overwhelming.
"Go ahead, try me. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
"It's not just you, Tsunade. Even if Hatake Kawakaze himself showed up today, he wouldn't get a single penny out of my Akatsukigakure."
Yahiko's tone was unyielding, showing no hint of compromise.
"Today, I'm not only going to make you apologize, but I'm also going to teach you a lesson. So that you know Akatsukigakure is not a place where you can act like a wild animal."
His fierce stance sent chills down the spines of not just the onlookers but also the Nagato siblings.
Big brother, you really dare to act, ff Sensei really came, you'd have to kneel and beg for mercy.
Kakuzu quickly scanned the area, nervously searching for any sign of Kawakaze, his unease revealing the deep psychological scar left by their previous encounters.
"Big talk for someone like you."
"Does the Akatsukikage's family know he's this reckless?"
"Typical of a rookie with no fear—starting a tiny ninja village and thinking he's invincible."
The onlookers sneered, their expressions betraying both mockery and hesitation.
"You only dare act like this because you know Hatake Kawakaze didn't come. If he were here and you still spoke like this, we'd admit you're fearless. But now, you're just putting on a show."
"You've got some nerve. Do you really think I need my Sensei—my brother-in-law—to deal with you?"
Unable to hold back any longer, Minato and Nawaki stepped forward, passing Tsunade.
I never realized how good a showman Yahiko was.
"Who the hell are you two? Get lost."
Yahiko, fully absorbed in his performance, dismissed Minato and Nawaki without a hint of restraint.
He's already decided—at worst, they'll beat him up to vent their anger. Right now, his priority is to put on a good show.