They had never seen Elite Jōnin whose ninjutsu traits were so similar; naturally, each had their own style and their own sense of humor.
Tsunade and the others didn't have the massive chakra that Kairen had. They didn't dare to create shadow clones all day for training, and they couldn't risk being blasted into brain damage by the overwhelming feedback.
In other words, Kairen's improvement was all-around, unlike their single-path training.
Kairen nodded.
"Tsunade focuses on medical ninjutsu. Her medical skills are the strongest in the ninja world—she can cure almost anything. Putting work into that isn't a bad idea either."
After chatting for a bit, everyone headed into the courtyard to train their respective ninjutsu.
...
"Mm~"
Kairen lay on a mat, one hand on Wolon and the other on Fenchu, stroking both of their fur nonstop.
At the same time, his special-ops group, the Pangolin Alliance, had new intel.
...
Within the Shimura Clan, Pangolin No. 3 had transformed into a small gecko, hiding in a corner as it eavesdropped on the clan's plans.
In an underground room lit by several candles, Pangolin No. 3 carefully counted the people present—about ten Jōnin, fifteen Special Jōnin, and around twenty Chūnin.
It seemed some Shimura Jōnin who had been on the battlefield had rushed back after receiving the message.
Pangolin No. 3 recognized the leader.
It was Shimura Masao, former commander of the Sunagakure front. Kairen's original body even had a personal grudge with him—his name was on the coffin-carrying list.
"Tap tap tap..."
Shimura Masao tapped his fingers lightly on the table, killing intent once again flashing in his eyes.
"To think that damned kid has grown this strong. If I'd known, I would've killed him the very first chance I had!"
A Jōnin shook his head.
"Kairen is absurdly powerful now. Just the day before yesterday, even Danzo-sama couldn't last more than a few moves against him."
"Cough, cough..."
An elderly shinobi coughed twice. He was the elder of the Shimura Clan. Looking at Masao, he couldn't hide his rage.
"That hypocritical old Third has actually abandoned our Shimura Clan?!"
"He even disbanded our clan's Root division. Most of it got swallowed up by the Sarutobi Clan's ANBU. Masao, what do you say we do next?!"
Shimura Masao fell silent for a moment, then spoke.
"I must contend for the position of Hokage's advisor and seize a high-ranking seat."
"But our Shimura Clan can't bring anything meaningful to the table… nothing to use as leverage."
Masao calculated for a moment, then a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
"Danzo-sama left something very important in the Root base when he died. It contains evidence against the Third. We need to get it and use it to pressure him."
The elder asked again:
"And what about Kairen?!"
Masao's voice went cold.
"Obviously, we kill him."
"How? So many people together weren't even close to beating him!"
"Same as your last plan—kidnap the people around him and hold them hostage. But this time, our entire clan moves. All of our shinobi will attack the Senju Clan together!"
The elder nodded.
"Last time we lost fifteen Jōnin, but we nearly killed Kairen. Too bad he resurrected himself."
"This time, with the entire clan and a portion of Root's forces, we'll slaughter him outright and make him understand the cost of offending the Shimura Clan."
A Jōnin sneered.
"This time Kairen won't have such good luck. Our clan still has sealing shinobi. No matter how strong he is, he can't win. We'll even take down Tsunade."
A gloomy Jōnin cracked his neck, a twisted grin spreading across his face.
"Such a beautiful woman—why not leave her for me? I'll make sure she feels heavenly."
"I want her too! I've been drooling over Princess Tsunade for ages!"
"Fine, after I'm done, I'll hand her over."
The Shimura shinobi began dividing the spoils.
"The two girls around him look nice too. Proper training will make them good pets."
"Kairen looks pretty too—fair skin, delicate face. Once we seal him, we can train him as well!"
...
Pangolin No. 3 transmitted everything directly to the Senju residence.
In the training grounds, a massive circle had been set. Kairen and all his shadow clones heard the Shimura Clan's plotting loud and clear, each letting out a cold sneer.
Kairen's face was full of icy contempt.
"As expected. I can't allow them to live any longer."
They could target him, but targeting the people around him was unacceptable.
What was even more disgusting was the filth among them. Truly, anyone with the surname Shimura deserved extermination.
His shadow clones rose to their feet. There was no tension—only bloodlust.
"Let's go, Boss! Wipe out the whole Shimura Clan!"
"Yeah! Boss, they're planning to go after your ass—how is it reasonable not to destroy every last one of them?!"
Kairen stood, lifting his gaze toward the full moon hanging overhead.
The night wind blew; calm on the surface, but laden with murderous intent.
Kairen waved his hand.
"Move out. Erase the Shimura Clan."
"BOOM BOOM BOOM—"
In an instant, the engines of roughly fifty WWII German Tiger Tanks roared to life, crashing through the Senju Clan's wooden fence. Overhead, thirty giant eagles ascended into the sky.
Around five hundred infantry in green camouflage marched forward, armed with AKs, Heavy Machine Guns, and more.
The army advanced north. The air was thick with killing intent.
The noise startled Tsunade awake. She stood, looked through the window toward the training grounds, and froze.
Kairen sat atop a Tiger Tank, waving at Tsunade to go back to sleep and stop causing trouble.
Tsunade shouted loudly,
"You brat! What are you doing?!"
Kairen didn't answer. He simply turned his back to her, carrying the aura of an untouchable overlord.
Tsunade prepared to leap out and follow him—but about fifty Wood Clones surrounded the entire Senju home.
Shizune and Kurenai woke up too, rubbing their sleepy eyes as they looked outside.
The leading Wood Clone, dressed in a black suit, stood before Tsunade.
"You're too weak. Don't get in the way."
Tsunade pointed at herself.
"You're saying… I'm weak?!"
The Wood Clone nodded.
"Boss is going to exterminate the Shimura Clan. You just focus on producing fresh milk. Leave the fighting to the men."
...
Kairen didn't bother hiding his arrogance or his murderous intent. He simply drove the tank straight toward the Shimura Clan.
The Shimura Clan's residence was in the northwest corner of central Konoha—a circular district about 500 meters in diameter.
At this moment, in the hidden chamber, Masao was still discussing the fastest way to eliminate Kairen.
Suddenly, a clan cook stepped inside carrying a large pot of chicken soup, placing it on the table.
"I made a pot of chicken soup. Everyone have some late-night food and replenish yourselves."
The Shimura shinobi stared coldly at Pangolin No. 3 without moving a single muscle.
"Why… why isn't anyone drinking?"
Masao glared coldly at Kairen's disguised Pangolin No. 3, sneering.
"No one told you to do this. Did you poison it?"
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