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YTS: Ch. 142
🕑 Added 2025-04-09 15:04:14 +0000 UTCIn the brightly lit human specimen labeling room, Tsunade covered her cheeks with both hands, sitting in the office chair behind the dissection table, saying nothing.
Her exposed lips occasionally curled into a sinister, crazed smile, only to be forcibly suppressed the next moment.
That surgery from yesterday…
When she first arrived at the medical room, she looked at the plasma being infused into the patient's body and the bloodied arm of the patient. She could barely keep her actions under control with rational thought. But when she forced herself to pick up the scalpel and cut open the patient's abdomen, attempting to reattach the fractured rib that had pierced into the abdominal cavity…
Seeing the blood splatter from the damaged internal organs, she actually… Laughed!
With bursts of wild, uninhibited laughter.
The surgery was a success.
The patient's broken rib was reconnected on the spot, and with some recovery time, the internal organs would heal completely. Even the patient's right arm, which had suffered a comminuted fracture—she had precisely reconnected every nerve, removed the useless bone fragments, and perfectly reassembled the remaining bones.
With proper rehabilitation and training, it would function normally again.
A seemingly perfect outcome.
But when she left the operating room, washed the blood off her body, and her rationality gradually returned… She realized what a terrifying thing had just happened.
She no longer had hemophobia. As long as it wasn't an excessively gory scene, she could forcibly suppress the physical discomfort. But her psychological problems seemed to have worsened!
Whenever she encountered something beyond her threshold of tolerance, a terrifying emotion would surge from the depths of her heart, spreading like a virus. The urge to release it, to be free, to laugh, to witness scenes drenched in blood!
When she noticed others' fearful, avoiding gazes… She even felt an uncontrollable desire to make them stare directly at her.
Among the five medical staff assisting her with the surgery, three were scared stiff on the spot. The other two managed to endure and complete the operation with her, but when they looked at her afterward, their eyes were filled with fear and panic.
Thankfully, the patient had been under anesthesia and in deep unconsciousness. Otherwise, who knows if they would ever dare set foot in a hospital again.
"How can I feel comfortable with that? Enjoy it? That's wrong! It's unethical! It goes against human moral consciousness! I have to correct my thoughts and attitude—I can't fall into that kind of twisted…" Tsunade muttered to herself, constantly reinforcing the correct moral principles in her mind.
Once she had calmed down, she looked again at the labeled human organs, muscles, and skeletal specimens around her.
"Kei, Kei, Kei! Kei…" Her eyes turned red as she felt the impulse rising within her again, gritting her teeth while repeating Kei's name. The surgery had been done with her consent. Technically speaking, the doctor had done their best, and the risk was on the patient.
But seeing what she had become now, all she could think about was giving Kei a taste of his own medicine!
Damn it! Now she truly understood why medical disputes happened! Who wouldn't lose it after experiencing this?!
"Calm down! Stay rational! Control your emotions! Tsunade, you can do this! A minor psychological issue won't defeat you. Desensitization therapy will work soon. Those thoughts just now were wrong, unethical…" Her muttering echoed once again in the human specimen labeling room.
At that moment, the door to the room silently cracked open. Through the narrow gap, Kei's eyes carefully observed the scene inside.
With his perceptive abilities, he could clearly "see" where Tsunade was sitting and knew she had been mumbling to herself the whole time.
He could even sense that her mental state seemed somewhat unstable. But asking him to figure out exactly what she was saying just by reading her tiny lip movements?
That was a bit too much.
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[Name: Senju Tsunade]
[Career: Ninja]
[Traits: Twin Crowns of Medical and Combat (Red), One of the Sannin (Purple), Overflowing Power (Blue), Sealing Mastery (Blue), Meticulous Precision (Blue), Colossal Strength (Blue), Fading Youth (Blue), Inherited Bloodline (Green), Morally Unhinged (White), Cursed Gambler (Black)]
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"Hm? Uh..."
Kei glanced at Tsunade's status interface. The first thing that caught his eye was [Twin Crowns of Medical and Combat], which had evolved from [Medical Sage].
Tsunade had spent over three years in the illusion space, so her power growing wasn't unexpected.
After all, he had arranged so many battle scenarios. It wouldn't make sense if she gained nothing in three years. But just a few days ago in the real world, when she was still immersed in the illusion, he had checked—[Hemophobia] and [Crimson Frenzy] were clearly gone!
So why did [Morally Unhinged] suddenly appear?
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[Morally Unhinged (White):
You will feel sorrow over the loss of life, but also experience madness and exhilaration in the presence of blood and fear. In a state of kindness, medical ninjutsu proficiency, healing effectiveness, and treatment speed slightly increase. In a state of malice, combat proficiency, killing intent, and physical traits slightly increase, making it easy to fall into a bloodthirsty frenzy or chaotic mania.]
[The trait fusion process can be accelerated]
[If traits fuse naturally due to external triggers, the process will take time to complete, mutate, and adapt.]
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Kei furrowed his brows slightly, finally understanding what had happened.
But Tsunade's condition…
I put you in Night Raid to help you adapt to blood, and now you've turned out even more yandere than Kurome?
The illusion world he had designed for Tsunade was based on Akame ga Kill.
Wasn't Night Raid supposed to be a righteous assassination group fighting for the freedom and future of all? He had arranged for her to join Night Raid to help her get used to blood without warping her mindset. What went wrong?
Without knowing the illusion world's story remained unchanged, he would have suspected that Tsunade ditched Night Raid halfway through and spent two and a half years under Esdeath's tutelage instead!
Poke, poke—
Kushina lightly poked her boyfriend's back, concern and inquiry in her eyes. Kei shook his head and gave her a look that said, No need to worry.
He took another glance at the specimen room and sighed in relief—at least, judging by how clean the room was, nothing too extreme had happened.
Was this like drawing a wildcard and ending up with a Joker instead? Even if Tsunade had dyed her hair, at most, she was Harley Quinn.
She hadn't turned into Hannibal Lecter.
Still… a problem.
Kei thought about the Senju clan's inheritance that Tsunade had gifted him, then about the contract Hashirama had signed. And then… the way she washed her face that morning…
Demonic Illusion: Tsukuyomi!
With a single hand seal, the newly improved version of Tsukuyomi was cast on Tsunade.
Her unstable mental state left her defenseless—before she could even react, she was already trapped inside the illusion world.
System, reset Tsunade's [Morally Unhinged].
A multicolored light, visible only to him, instantly sank into Tsunade's body. In the next moment, her status interface changed—[Morally Unhinged] disappeared.
Replacing it was...
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[Shifting Light and Shadow (Blue):
You are both a saintly healer bathed in holy light and a shadowy reaper who steals souls. In Light State, medical ninjutsu effectiveness, charisma, and personal appeal increase. In Shadow State, combat ability, stealth, and killing intent increase.]
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With the negative effects gone, her condition should be stable now, right?
He cautiously opened the door to the specimen room. Under the accelerated time effect of Tsukuyomi, Tsunade had spent three days in the illusion world.
She suddenly looked up, locking eyes with Kei.
"Tsunade, this was a simple issue that could've been solved with one jutsu—why force yourself to endure it? How do you feel now?"
"...Kushina, close the door. I need a private word with this guy."
"???"
