Tsunade had no aversion to the idea of sacrifice herself.
It was just a mere shell, after all.
If the Hokage had any covetous thoughts about it, she wouldn't mind giving it to him.
Compared to what she sought to achieve, if the price was merely offering her own body, then it was entirely worth it.
So, when facing the truly extreme humiliation he subjected her to, no matter how she felt inside, Tsunade ultimately endured it and displayed an attitude of initiative and submission.
"If you've decided to put on a performance, I'll give you the chance. Do your best to please me. If you satisfy me, perhaps I'll agree to your request."
That was what the Hokage told her before walking out of the resting room.
Please him…
How else was she supposed to please him?
Why not just get it over with in bed?
That was what Tsunade thought.
After serving as Makoto's assistant for so long, she had come to understand some of his temperament.
In her eyes, this Hokage was nothing more than a man with perverse fetishes and an extremely self-centered nature.
Everything had to be according to his whims.
But then again, always indulging him wouldn't work either.
If she were to obey him in everything, it would only bore him.
He seemed to take greater pleasure in toying with her, and this realization filled Tsunade with deep sorrow.
It felt as though she had reverted to the status of his assistant once more—perhaps even lower than before.
Makoto had mentioned that Jiraiya would be executed publicly in a week.
That meant she had only one week to change his mind.
One week.
Such a short time.
She didn't know whether to feel relieved or despair.
But to Makoto, Jiraiya's capture meant little—whether he lived or died was of no consequence.
The real objective was to use the public execution of Jiraiya as bait to lure Minato out.
To Konoha, Jiraiya was like a child who had been cast out of his home.
But Minato was an entirely different matter—he was a true threat.
Minato harbored immense hatred toward Konoha and the Hokage, his desire for revenge likely never wavering.
And given his formidable strength, letting him roam free was a lingering source of concern.
Like another masked man ( Obito Canon ).
Makoto ordered his subordinates to spread the news that Jiraiya would be executed in a week, and soon, the information spread rapidly throughout the Land of Fire.
By evening, after returning home, Tsunade began rummaging through her belongings, searching for the professional outfit she had previously worn as an assistant.
Fortunately, Shizune hadn't discarded it, and Tsunade eventually found it neatly folded and freshly cleaned in her wardrobe.
She put the outfit back on and stood in front of the full-length mirror, examining herself.
At that moment, Shizune returned and was quite surprised to see Tsunade dressed in the black silk business suit.
"Lady Tsunade… why are you wearing that outfit again?"
Tsunade admired her reflection, turning slightly to the side as she looked at herself in the mirror.
"Do I look good in this?" she suddenly asked.
"You look great!" Shizune said with a smile. "Lady Tsunade, you're already beautiful—no matter what you wear, you'll always look good."
If not for her striking figure, Tsunade would actually be a woman lacking traditional femininity.
Her aura leaned more toward androgynous heroism and boldness, which, in turn, made her widely admired in the village.
Many young girls aspired to be like her one day.
To most people, she was seen as a carefree and unrestrained woman—someone with a heroic spirit that surpassed even men.
Mimicking the posture she recalled from Samui, Tsunade straightened her back, lifted her chin, and struck a few poses.
She didn't know how Samui managed to maintain that aura of aloof elegance—appearing cold and untouchable to outsiders while simultaneously being humble and submissive in front of the Hokage.
Perhaps that was precisely what made the Hokage so fond of her.
Seeing Tsunade posing in front of the mirror, Shizune joined in, standing beside her and mimicking her stance.
She even playfully lifted the hem of her kimono, revealing her fair, slender thigh.
She giggled mischievously.
Whenever Tsunade changed her pose, Shizune followed suit, and the two of them continued to play around like that.
Tsunade smiled. "Do you want to try wearing it too?"
Shizune replied, "Our sizes are different, so I'd better not."
As she spoke, her gaze flickered toward Tsunade's ample chest before glancing down at her own.
With a resigned sigh, she looked somewhat dejected.
Her figure was actually quite nice, but her style was always conservative—forever dressed in a black kimono that covered her from head to toe.
Her jet-black hair never changed, and she had never once worn makeup.
While this gave her a pure and clean appearance, at times, it also made her seem overly rigid.
"Lady Tsunade, why did you suddenly decide to wear this outfit again?"
"It's nothing."
Tsunade casually took off the jacket and tossed it onto the coat rack behind the door.
"I'm going to wear it tomorrow. Just wanted to see if I've gained weight and if it still fits."
"Tomorrow…" Shizune blinked in confusion.
This was just an ordinary outfit, and it didn't match Tsunade's usual style at all.
"Are you going to be the Hokage's assistant again?"
"Something like that."
"Are we out of money again? Did another creditor come knocking?" Shizune's expression grew tense.
Tsunade chuckled, looking completely at ease.
"No, don't worry about it."
Shizune still looked at her suspiciously.
"This time… it's my own business."
That night, Tsunade had a dream—one where she had somehow become the Fifth Hokage.
She had always hated the idea of being Hokage, yet in the dream, she spent her days gambling and drinking with public funds.
In the end, she ended up losing the entire village in a bet.
The shock of it startled her awake.
As dawn approached, she woke up even before her alarm went off.
Curling up under the blanket for a while, she eventually got up.
At this hour, Shizune was still asleep.
It was winter, after all, and staying in bed a little longer was perfectly normal.
Tsunade dressed herself, freshened up, and made breakfast.
Then, braving the crisp morning air, she set off toward the Hokage's office.
On the way, she carefully recalled the responsibilities of an assistant.
She hadn't forgotten them.
At the end of the day, all she had to do was serve the Hokage well and make sure he was satisfied.
And besides, this job might lead to other possibilities in the future.
She was already prepared—whatever Makoto decided to do to her, it no longer mattered.
Tsunade figured that if she ended up in the Hokage's bed, it might at least make him reconsider his decision, even if only slightly.
But she had no experience in seducing men.
Last night, she had even studied one of Jiraiya's Icha Icha Paradise books, only to find the content completely unrealistic and overly focused on romantic relationships.
She wasn't a real lover—at most, just a maid.
The Hokage's building was eerily quiet.
As she walked through the halls, she noticed that many office doors were still closed.
Even the Hokage's office remained shut, though at least it wasn't locked.
By the time she arrived, Samui had already finished cleaning.
"Good morning, Miss Tsunade."
"…Morning."
"We're colleagues again. Let's get along well in the days ahead."
The days ahead…
Tsunade only wanted to save Jiraiya's life within this one week.
But then it occurred to her—perhaps Makoto intended to keep her by his side indefinitely.
That might be part of the price she had to pay.
But it didn't matter anymore.
That was what she told herself.
"Alright," she replied to Samui.
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