Leo's gaze couldn't help drifting to Tsunade's walking posture, and that was when he suddenly noticed something he had completely overlooked before.
Her movement speed hadn't changed at all.
Her posture was still perfectly normal—there was absolutely no difference from usual, as if last night's intense activity had never happened.
Which meant—
She didn't feel any pain.
After all, ninja were famously good at enduring pain. Tsunade had survived countless battles and was a medical ninja—being able to withstand pain was only natural, wasn't it?
So that must be it.
"…That has to be it, right?"
That was Leo's first conclusion. Then he remembered Tsunade's absurd physical constitution from Naruto.
While she couldn't be compared to Hashirama Senju—whose cells stayed active even decades after death—Tsunade's physical strength was still very real, on par with someone like the Raikage, who specialized in physical combat.
The Raikage came from generations of absolute monsters, and as a woman, Tsunade should technically have been at a disadvantage in raw physique.
But reality wasn't fair at all.
Tsunade's physical strength was actually even greater than the Raikage's. He simply couldn't compete with her. And in terms of recovery, while she still couldn't match Hashirama, she had long surpassed the limits of ordinary humans.
As for Hashirama's regeneration…
How should one put it—cut him one moment, and he'd be fully healed the next. Even his death wasn't due to his body failing, but because he personally killed his best friend and withered away from grief.
As for the idea of his body being "used up"…
Just look at those ridiculous Hashirama cells and say that again.
"So what I felt that day wasn't just Tsunade's natural tightness… but also her unconscious strength and her body's self-repair?"
The realization hit Leo like a truck. His expression turned stiff with shock. He had never even considered this possibility.
But immediately, an even more terrifying thought followed.
"No—if it was because of her hemophobia… then Tsunade wasn't even using any strength at all!"
When they were together, it had always felt like the limit was determined entirely by when Tsunade's body gave out. And now he was being told that this still wasn't her limit…
Would it snap?
Like… the head? Or something?
Or worse—get torn apart?
Cold sweat poured down Leo's forehead. This was genuinely terrifying.
"The difference between worlds is really horrifying…"
He swallowed hard and stepped into the trader's shack. Normally, the female trader would still stir something in him, but now she held zero appeal.
No matter how you looked at it, Tsunade's charm and body far surpassed this motionless merchant. Even if the stillness had its own strange appeal, when there were beautiful girls—and ones that could move, no less—moving ones were obviously better.
"Let's see what quests are available today."
Leo opened the trader's quest panel and immediately noticed something strange.
The number of daily quests had dropped by one.
Yes—one fewer than usual.
"So the number of quests is fixed?"
He frowned but didn't dwell on it. He still had plenty of unassigned stat points and planned to deal with them after meeting up with Tsunade again. Otherwise, he was worried he wouldn't be able to complete the quests.
That was when he noticed something interesting.
At the bottom of the quest list, a page-turning icon had appeared.
He flipped the page—and sure enough, compared to the previous quests, these ones now had a vertical marker in front of them.
And the distance was much farther.
Previously, quests were within about a hundred meters, maybe two hundred at most. But these new ones started at two hundred meters minimum.
"So the earlier ones were all level-one quests? And now, either because I've done enough quests, or because of the Blood Moon, I've unlocked level-two quests?"
Leo didn't believe Kelly couldn't see these, but none of the level-two quests were located here. Based on his understanding of this world, that meant only he could accept them.
The quest types themselves hadn't changed, but even without thinking, Leo knew the difficulty would be much higher.
Still, he boldly accepted one—and it was a zombie-clearing quest.
Arriving at a brand-new ruin, Leo looked at the noticeably larger building and nodded. He activated the quest and smashed a window with his axe.
As expected, level-two quests were harder than level-one. The number of zombies had doubled.
But with a machine gun, it was still no problem.
He just used about twice as much ammo as before and cleared everything without difficulty.
"Still just as poor, though."
After searching for a long time and finding nothing but some duct tape and possibly expired medicine, Leo sighed.
Aside from a few brass doorknobs, some canned food, and other scraps, there was nothing worth mentioning. It was miserable—absolutely miserable.
By all logic, a game modeled after good old America shouldn't be lacking in firearms!
What was this supposed to be?!
Annoyed, Leo pushed away a bicycle that still looked usable—the only functional thing he'd found. He planned to repair it later at the trader's workbench and use it as basic transportation.
But just as he pushed his little cart back to camp, he saw Kelly returning as well.
And—
An AK-47 in her hands.
Leo froze.
Before he could say anything, Kelly came charging over, cheering.
"Leo, Leo! Look what I found!"
She rushed up like a gust of wind and shoved the AK straight into Leo's hands. He stared blankly at the assault rifle, then watched Kelly casually pull out another one as if by magic.
He fell silent.
But for the sake of his dignity, he still asked,
"Did you get it from a quest reward?"
Leo knew quests could give weapons. He just always got things like iron arrowheads and painkillers, so he'd never chosen iron arrowheads.
The best weapon he'd ever gotten from a quest was a Molotov cocktail—and even that had been rare.
Grinning brightly, Kelly made a finger-gun gesture at Leo, pressed the AK against her cheek, and kissed it.
When she lowered her hand, a submachine gun appeared out of nowhere.
"One from the quest reward. Remember I went on a quest earlier? The moment I walked in, I found a weapon bag. Inside were an AK, an SMG, a shotgun, and a huge sack of shotgun shells! Then when I turned in the quest, that female trader gave me another AK!"
As she spoke, the MP5 in her hand instantly turned into a shotgun.
Leo was dumbfounded.
He went silent. Then he covered his head.
He thought for a moment, looked up at the sky, then looked back at Kelly.
"Is this… reasonable?"
He couldn't believe it. Kelly did her very first quest and walked away with an arsenal.
He had looted again and again, and this was the result?!
And why the hell could a level-one quest give out AKs?!
What trash had he been getting all this time?!
Leo felt dizzy.
He never got "one more bottle" when drinking soda, but even a survival game pulling this kind of differential treatment was just cruel.
Aren't transmigrators supposed to be lucky?!
Why am I so cursed?!
"Maybe you just don't search carefully enough?"
Kelly shrugged.
"How about this—I'll go with you from now on. Otherwise, who knows how much loot you'll miss, you careless idiot. Oh, and I found level-two quests and a task-sharing option. I want to test that."
Leo nodded. He wanted to verify something too—when he'd opened the quest menu earlier, he'd noticed a new option.
Share Quest.
He wanted to see whether sharing meant both people could get rewards.
They turned in the quest at the trader. The reward was painkillers and an insulation mod. As usual, Leo chose the painkillers.
Unfortunately, even for a level-two quest, the reward was still just a few skill points—not two points.
Leo accepted another level-two quest. The two of them quickly cleared the police station entrance, finished it quickly, and then—
Quickly stared at the barren loot.
"What kind of monster are you, exactly?"
After searching the entire police station and finding not a single bullet—only two moldy burgers—Kelly turned to Leo. Meanwhile, Leo had found exactly two bottles of mineral water.
"Don't ask."
Leo's face was pitch black.
Black in every possible sense.