“Hey, hey, hey!
But my grandfather is already dead!” Tsunade widened her eyes and looked at Orochimaru with an exaggerated expression.
Orochimaru remained silent.
His golden slit pupils just stared at her.
There were no ripples within them, only a faint calmness.
“You guy…
you couldn’t possibly be wanting me to…” Tsunade stopped mid-sentence.
Orochimaru continued to remain silent.
There were some things he didn’t say, and couldn’t say.
But he believed that Tsunade must have understood.
Two words clearly emerged in Tsunade’s mind: Grave robbing!
People die, but the body remains.
Want to get some of the First Hokage Senju Hashirama’s cells?
Simple.
Dig up the grave and take some tissue samples from the corpse.
To be honest, Tsunade didn’t have much of a psychological burden.
After all, she had only transmigrated here for a short while, a little over a month at most.
She had never even met this “grandfather,” Senju Hashirama.
She hadn’t even looked at a photo of him closely.
A thing like grave robbing…
It wasn’t entirely out of the question.
But if people found out about this…
The First Hokage’s own granddaughter, sneaking off with a teammate to dig up her own grandfather’s grave, just to get some cells for an experiment?
As the princess of the Senju Clan and the face of Konoha, she would immediately be condemned by everyone!
Spat upon by everyone!
“However…” Tsunade’s expression was hesitant, her mind calculating rapidly.
Hashirama cells—Orochimaru has them in the later stages.
That old schemer Danzo has them all over his arm.
As the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi has been in charge of Konoha for so many years.
It’s unlikely he doesn’t have any stock.
Her grandfather’s grave…
Who knows how many times it has been visited by others.
“If I go dig it up too, it shouldn’t be a big problem, right?” “Just consider it…
paying respects at Grandfather’s grave, and ‘borrowing’ a few things while I’m at it?” But as soon as this thought popped up, another more realistic problem hit her.
Hashirama cells were something that only surfaced in the later stages.
Orochimaru at this period definitely hasn’t dug it up yet.
If he had cell samples, he would have started researching long ago.
He wouldn’t have waited until now to ask her for them.
She didn’t know if Danzo had dug it up or not.
What if…
what if Danzo hadn’t dug it up either?
“Then wouldn’t I be the first grave robber?!” If this were discovered, her reputation as Princess Tsunade would be completely ruined!
Forget about becoming Hokage; she’d be pointed at behind her back whenever she walked in Konoha!
“But…” Tsunade’s expression was conflicted, her brows furrowed into a knot.
Counting it all up, there was less than two years left until the Second Ninja World War.
In the original plot, she, Tsunade, couldn’t even beat Hanzou and was rubbed into the ground.
If she didn’t give it a shot and improve her strength as soon as possible…
How would she unify the Ninja World then?
How would she punch the Uchiha and kick the Hyuga?
How would she realize the grand ideal of “All the beauties in the world belong to Konoha”?
Did she have to wait until the Third Ninja World War?
Wait until she was forty or fifty, an old hag, and then slowly develop?
Tsunade had no interest in waiting that long.
Youth is short, enjoy it while you can…
no, getting stronger in time is the true way!
“Since that’s the case…” Tsunade took a deep breath, the conflict on her face slowly fading away.
Replacing it was a sense of determination to go all in.
“Then let’s do it!” She slapped her thigh; her voice wasn’t loud, but it was decisive.
Orochimaru had been observing the changes in her expression.
Seeing Tsunade go from shock to hesitation, from hesitation to conflict, and then from conflict to determination.
A hint of irrepressible excitement also appeared on his pale face.
Those golden slit pupils brightened a little.
“You…
agree?” Orochimaru’s voice was a little faster than usual.
Although it was still very flat, those familiar with him could hear the eagerness within.
“When are we acting?” Tsunade frowned and thought for a moment.
For this kind of thing, sooner is better than later.
The longer it drags on, the more trouble it brings.
“The sooner, the better!” Orochimaru nodded immediately, answering almost the instant her words fell.
That impatient look made the corner of Tsunade’s mouth twitch.
This guy…
his fanaticism for scientific research was truly carved into his bones since childhood.
“Then tomorrow.” Tsunade made the final decision.
“Tomorrow morning, before daybreak, come wait for me at my door.” “Remember, dress plainly, be low-key, understand?” Orochimaru nodded: “Good.” Like calling to like, they had found a kindred spirit.
The two hit it off immediately.
No superfluous nonsense, no affected hesitation.
They didn’t even discuss details like “how to operate specifically” or “what to do if discovered.” Just like that, they reached an agreement.
Orochimaru turned and left.
His pace was much faster than usual, his black hair fluttering behind him.
Tsunade watched his back disappear around the street corner before letting out a long sigh.
“Sigh…” She rubbed her temples, feeling a bit of a headache.
“No choice, for the future of the Ninja World, for the peace of Konoha, for…” She paused, then added in a low voice: “For me to become Hokage sooner and lead Konoha toward prosperity…” “Grandfather Hashirama, I’ll have to wrong you this time.” “Anyway, you’ve been dead for so many years, the body is just sitting there, so you shouldn’t mind if I borrow some cells to use, right?” “If you want to blame someone, blame your granddaughter for being useless; I didn’t inherit the talent properly, so I have to rely on these crooked paths to catch up…” Tsunade muttered to herself while walking home.
Her mind had already started planning tomorrow’s operation.
“Where was the graveyard again…” She searched through the original body’s memories.
The Senju Clan’s cemetery was in the depths of Konohas Back Mountain, in a very secluded area.
The First Hokage Senju Hashirama’s grave was in the most prominent position, built the largest and most magnificent.
“Going at night definitely won’t work; it’s too conspicuous and easy to be discovered by patrolling Anbu.” “It’s best to go before dawn, when the sky is just starting to brighten; that’s when there are the fewest people and visibility is blurry.” “Tools…
Orochimaru should prepare those, right?
Scalpels, tweezers, petri dishes, and so on…” “Right, I also need to bring something to mask the scent, in case there’s blood…” The more Tsunade thought about it, the more she felt like she was acting like a thief.
No.
She was being a thief.
A thief stealing her own grandfather’s corpse.
“Tsk, my life as a transmigrator is becoming increasingly punishable by law.” She laughed at herself.
Immediately after, her footsteps paused slightly.
“But before that, some things still need to be prepared.” Tsunade pondered for a moment, then changed direction.
She walked towards a certain location.