Today’s Tsunade was exceptionally pitiful.
Having practically received the Second Hokage’s tacit approval this time, Tatsukaze simply took things a step further, becoming even stricter, even more…
As a result, when Tsunade returned to the Senju estate that afternoon, even the Second Hokage almost couldn’t hold back the urge to go hunt Tatsukaze down and settle the score.
Her pitiful little face twitched incessantly, making anyone who saw her ache with pity.
Her hands were tightly clutching her chest, an action that had almost become a subconscious defensive reflex.
It was completely obvious that Tatsukaze’s groping “paint training” had nearly broken Tsunade.
“Sigh, I haven’t even begun to fully toy with…
ahem, educate Tsunade body and soul yet!
It’d be terrible if she broke so easily!” Tatsukaze chuckled and shook his head.
His beaming, ear-to-ear grin perfectly illustrated his fantastic mood.
“But seeing as I get to sexually harass and play with this cute loli however I please, I suppose I should put a little bit of effort into this Anbu business.”
Tatsukaze nodded to himself and took large strides into a secluded building in a remote part of Konoha.
He slightly lowered his eyes, glancing left and right, and thought to himself, ‘One, two, three…
The security is pretty decent.
Four Jonin acting as guards—it’s actually a slightly high-end setup.’
Having confirmed the guards, Tatsukaze casually pushed open the door.
Over a hundred pairs of eyes instantly shot toward him, radiating fierce killing intent.
If it had been an ordinary person, it wouldn’t be surprising if they pissed their pants in terror.
“Twelve Jonin, a hundred Chunin, and fifteen Genin.
The numbers aren’t bad.
It seems the Second Hokage really is going all out to establish the Anbu.” Tatsukaze merely nodded, then swaggered up to the front of the room for all to see.
From the perspective of a massive army, slightly over a hundred ninjas didn’t carry much weight.
But what about from the perspective of an elite strike force?
Twelve Jonin, a hundred Chunin, and fifteen Genin—this force was more than enough to change the tide of certain battles!
These were not peaceful times.
Although the most intense phases of the Great War had not yet begun, the war was still ongoing.
To be able to spare these talents meant the Second Hokage was already trying his best.
Moreover, this was only the first batch; future talents would undoubtedly pour in continuously.
Suddenly, Tatsukaze’s footsteps paused.
“Hm?
Isn’t this…”
“Danzo?
What the hell are you doing here?
If I remember correctly, after losing to me, you should be rolling your ass into a hospital bed to heal up.” Tatsukaze raised an eyebrow and spoke with total disdain, “I don’t have a spot reserved for trash here, especially half-crippled trash!”
“Hurry up and get the fuck out.
The door is on your left.
Tatsukaze waved his large hand as if shooing away a fly.
At this moment, half of Danzo’s body was crippled by Tatsukaze’s kick.
His arm was wrapped entirely in bandages, as was his torso.
If you ignored his gaze—which was countless times sharper than his future self’s—he actually looked a lot like the future Danzo who had transplanted the First Hokage’s cells.
His old-looking face flushed beet red—a redness born of absolute fury and deep humiliation.
Seeing him like this, it wouldn’t be surprising if he lunged forward to attack at any second.
But, despite looking like a maddened wild bull, Danzo ultimately endured it.
“I am here…
to apply for the Anbu,” Danzo said through heavily gritted teeth, forcing the words out one syllable at a time.
“Oh?
Applying for the Anbu, huh?” Tatsukaze couldn’t care less.
He lowered his head and casually picked at his fingernails.
“Yes!” The sound of teeth grinding grew even louder.
“Alright then, you should have just said so earlier.”
Danzo’s face finally smoothed out a little.
He took a couple of breaths and thought to himself, ‘Fine, as expected, once I admit defeat, you let me pass.
However, this will be your greatest mistake!’
‘Just wait!
The moment you slip up, I will absolutely snatch the Anbu right out of your hands!’ he schemed viciously, making a silent vow.
‘I will make you and Hiruzen realize that I, Danzo, am a powerhouse who will never lose to either of you!’
‘No!
I am a powerhouse who far surpasses you both!’
But before his ambitious internal monologue could go much further, it was completely shattered by a single sentence from Tatsukaze.
“I don’t think you are suited for the Anbu, SO—the door is on the left.
Get out.”
“You!” Danzo almost choked on his own breath, nearly suffocating on the spot.
“What is the meaning of this?!”
“It means exactly what I just said.” Tatsukaze finally raised his head and shot an emotionless glance at Danzo.
“You fail to meet the requirements.
I’m eliminating you.”
“When did you ever assess me?
On what grounds are you eliminating me?!”
“Hmm, how should I put this?” Tatsukaze sprawled lazily across the desk.
After “seriously” thinking about it for quite a while, he suddenly looked up.
“You’re just too fucking ugly.
Your sheer ugliness is earth-shattering, horrifying to the world, and absolutely traumatizing to look at…
It really goes against our Anbu’s covert style.
Therefore, you are eliminated.”
If he possessed the knowledge of modern generations, only one phrase could accurately describe his current mood:
I’m getting fucked by a goddamn dog!!!
“Hahahaha!”
The surrounding ninjas could no longer hold back their laughter.
They clutched their stomachs, slapped their bellies, and guffawed unscrupulously.
The unbridled, deafening laughter made Danzo want to find a hole in the ground and crawl inside.
He wished he could sew every single one of their mouths shut.
But how could he?
Among those taking the Anbu exam, how many were actually weak?!
Danzo’s face cycled between ghostly white and flushed red.
He clenched his fists so tightly that his fingernails pierced his palms, slowly unclenched them, and then squeezed them tight once more…
“Give me a chance to take the exam!
I will not fail!”
Danzo ground his teeth, forcefully swallowing his immense humiliation, and pleaded miserably.
For the incredibly arrogant Danzo, this was no different from dropping to his knees and begging.
Tatsukaze narrowed his eyes.
‘It looks like he’s willing to risk his life to get into the Anbu this time.
Such fierce competitiveness…
truly worthy of Danzo’s style.’
‘But whatever.
Having him work as my subordinate will be far more entertaining!’
“Fine.
Seeing how persistent you are, I’ll give you a chance,” Tatsukaze said casually.
He then patted a massive pile of test papers that had miraculously appeared on his desk.
“I treat all of you equally.
I will give you all a fair testing opportunity.”
“Everyone come down and take a test paper.
Based on your written exam scores, anyone who scores below forty points can get the fuck out!”
“Come down and grab a paper.”
Those eligible for the Anbu assessment naturally possessed extraordinary talent.
Whether in theoretical knowledge or actual combat, they were all top-tier powerhouses.
One by one, they collected their test papers.
Following Tatsukaze’s command to “Begin,” the crowd eagerly looked at the questions, and then…
They instantly shared the exact same thought Danzo had moments ago!
This is completely fucking bullshit!!!