Although they didn't fully comprehend the strange abilities Darian had just displayed, people in the Land of Fire were thoroughly accustomed to sudden, violent death. Even an ordinary civilian like Madame Takayanagi didn't scream at the sight of blood, merely trembling against the tiles.
Most of the assassins' bodies had been launched over the railing into the dense forest, but one dead shinobi was still floating face-down in the crimson-tinted hot spring.
It had only been a little over a month since Darian was transmigrated from Earth, and while he was rapidly getting used to executing enemies, seeing the gruesome state of the assassin's crushed skull floating in the water made him realize he had been a bit too ruthless with his raw strength.
Over in the corner of the pool, Tsunade was currently acting like a terrified, helpless quail. Her face was deathly pale, her body trembling violently, and her amber eyes filled with absolute, paralyzing fear as she stared at the blood mingling with the thermal water.
If it weren't for Shizune desperately holding her up from behind, Darian genuinely doubted whether the legendary kunoichi even possessed the physical strength to stand on her own two feet right now.
It was deeply ironic that the greatest medical ninja in the entire world suffered from severe, crippling hemophobia.
It spoke volumes about the sheer cruelty of the ninja world's history. How many thousands of soldiers had died horrific deaths in the Second Shinobi World War? How traumatic were the bloody deaths of her younger brother, Nawaki, and her lover, Dan Kato, to cause a Kage-level powerhouse like Tsunade to be completely incapacitated by the sight of a little blood?
Stepping through the warm water, Darian grabbed the floating corpse by the vest, searched its pockets, and pulled out a wet parchment bounty poster.
On the paper was a surprisingly detailed ink sketch of Darian looking off to the side. His name was listed as Unknown, his true origins Unclear, and a total reward of 100,000 Ryo was offered for his head.
Below the portrait were his estimated combat traits: Wandering Rogue, No Headband, Estimated Chunin-Level, Confirmed User of Specialized Lightning Release, Last Seen at Takayanagi Onsen Ryokan.
"Tch... a measly 100,000 Ryo?" Darian scoffed, crumpling the parchment in his fist. "Who the hell are these Yakuza scumbags trying to insult?"
Seeing that his life was valued at such a pathetic, low-tier bounty made Darian deeply annoyed. Back in the One Piece universe, the Marine Headquarters had shown him immense respect, issuing an initial bounty of 66,000,000 Berries for his head after his very first major battle.
To be completely honest, Darian truly couldn't fathom why weaklings were always so eager to place a price on their own executioner's head. Ever since he had arrived in this world hours ago, the only locals he had clashed with were those scumbag debt collectors at the izakaya.
Darian was furious that a few small-town loan sharks had the audacity to issue a hit on him. He resolved that the moment he stepped back onto the main street, he would wipe out their entire syndicate down to the last man.
He grabbed the assassin's corpse by the collar, flexed his broad back muscles, and casually hurled the dead weight out through the shattered wooden wall into the dark forest below.
The entire skirmish had taken less than two minutes.
However, the violent physical motion of throwing the heavy body caused the bath towel loosely wrapped around Darian's waist to slip off entirely. As he turned back around, the towel hit the wet tiles, and his massive, rock-hard penis sprang free, slapping heavily against his muscular, vein-lined abdomen.
Darian was standing directly facing Shizune, Tsunade, and Madame Takayanagi, and all three women were looking right at him.
Even though Shizune had managed to remain relatively calm while men were dying in front of her, the sudden sight of Darian's massive, fully erect manhood looming over the water immediately terrified her. A sharp, deafening scream erupted from the teenage medic's throat.
Even Tsunade, who had been trembling in the grip of her hemophobia, flushed a deep, feverish red from her neck to her forehead. It was utterly massive—a terrifying, dominant weapon that completely defied anything she had ever read in medical anatomy books.
As for a mature, experienced woman like Madame Takayanagi, she couldn't help but cover her gasping mouth with both hands, her long, pale legs reflexively pressing tight together as a sudden wave of heat flooded her core.
Shizune's high-pitched, piercing scream hurt Darian's eardrums. He scowled, barking impatiently, "What the hell are you screaming about, girl?!"
The intense, humiliating shock of the sight temporarily forced Tsunade's mind out of her blood-induced panic. Hearing Darian's arrogant roar, Tsunade's legendary temper flared, and she shouted back in pure irritation, "You shameless pervert! Cover that filthy, ugly thing up right now! It's an eyesore!"
Hearing Tsunade's harsh words, Darian—who had just reached down to pick up his fallen towel—instantly froze. His dark eyes turned icy cold. What man wouldn't be deeply enraged when his most prized physical asset was openly called a 'filthy, ugly thing' by a woman?
"You barren old hag..." Darian hissed, his tone dropping into a dangerous baritone. "Say that to my face again."
Just as men despise being called pathetic virgins, women loathe being insulted regarding their age and lack of a partner. Calling an unmarried woman in her late twenties or thirties a 'barren old hag' or a 'leftover woman' didn't just target her age—it explicitly declared that no man wanted her.
Whether it was a young girl, a mature lady, or a legendary Sannin, every single woman on Earth or in the Elemental Nations utterly despised being called old.
Upon hearing the words barren old hag, Tsunade—who just moments ago had needed Shizune's physical support to stand—instantly felt a surging, violent wave of adrenaline flood her veins. Thick, blue veins bulged visibly across her forehead and temples.
"Who the fuck are you calling an old hag?!" Tsunade roared, her voice echoing off the stone walls so loudly that both Shizune and the landlady immediately covered their ears in pain.
Tsunade was completely furious, and Darian's pirate temper was equally unhinged!
"What's the matter, you old virgin?" Darian mocked openly, taking a step forward through the steam. "You're well past thirty, completely unmarried, broke, and no man has ever dared to touch you! What else are you besides a miserable, leftover old maid?!"
The moment the words left Darian's mouth, Tsunade snapped.
WHOOSH!
A pale, delicate-looking fist ripped through the steam, flying straight toward Darian's chest. A terrifying, dense concentration of blue chakra was visible around her knuckles, turning her punch into an absolute weapon of mass destruction.
Although Tsunade possessed a world-class figure and an extraordinarily beautiful face, Darian was not a simping fool like Jiraiya. Faced with Tsunade's violent, arrogant personality, Darian had been irritated for hours and genuinely wanted to beat her pride into the dirt.
Tsunade's explosive speed was incredible, but Darian didn't even attempt to dodge.
Faced with a blow that had famously broken Jiraiya's ribs and nearly killed him in the past, Darian stood his ground. He clenched his right fist, activating his Preta Path energy-absorption ability as a faint, translucent aura enveloped his chest.
Seeing that Darian made zero effort to dodge or raise a guard, Tsunade—whose massive strike had already passed the point of no return—felt a sudden spike of shock. She tried to pull her physical force back, but it was far too late.
The mountain-shattering punch struck Darian's bare chest dead-on.
THUD!
And then... nothing happened.
A strike capable of splitting solid bedrock and shattering city gates landed squarely against Darian's pectorals. Tsunade felt as if the entire destructive force of her chakra had plunged into a bottomless, silent ocean. Not only did she fail to launch Darian backward, but she couldn't even make his feet slide an inch across the wet tiles. Her chakra was completely swallowed up, leaving not a single red mark on his skin.
Darian wasn't surprised in the slightest. He stood over six feet tall, easily towering two full heads over Tsunade's five-foot-four frame. He looked down at the legendary Sannin with a cold, indifferent glare.
"What's the matter, Sannin?" Darian sneered down at her. "Is that pathetic tap the full extent of your legendary strength? Now... try taking one of my punches."
Without relying on flashy ninjutsu, Darian condensed his raw physical cellular power, activating Second Gear within his dense, silicone-enhanced muscles.
He threw a straight right punch directly at her face. The sheer speed of his fist tore through the humid air, creating a sharp, sonic crack that shattered the remaining glass windows in the bathhouse.
"Not good!" Tsunade's eyes widened in sheer, instinctual terror.
Realizing the lethality of the incoming blow, Tsunade frantically crossed her forearms in front of her chest, channeling every single drop of her available defensive chakra into her arms to form an emergency shield.
BOOM!
Darian's fist, amplified tenfold in raw kinetic velocity, slammed directly into Tsunade's crossed forearms.
Tsunade experienced a level of pure, unadulterated violence she had never felt in her entire life. This wasn't the refined, chakra-enhanced physical shockwave of her own style—this was pure, compressed, heavy kinetic mass being driven by a monster's willpower.
She couldn't sense a single milligram of chakra fluctuating from Darian's body; it was pure, unadulterated physical muscle. The Senju clan had always prided themselves on possessing superhuman physical bodies, but faced with Darian's Human Path structure, Tsunade experienced firsthand what true physical terror felt like.
The exact microsecond his fist collided with her forearms, Tsunade heard a sickening CRACK echo through her body. Her arm bones, acting as her primary shield, splintered under the immense impact.
If she hadn't instinctively reinforced her bone density with defensive chakra at the last possible second, Tsunade had zero doubt that Darian's single punch would have obliterated her arms and turned her upper torso into a bloody, unrecognizable paste.
The catastrophic shockwave radiating off his fist instantly shredded the thin white bathrobe she was wearing.
Where Darian had been the only naked person in the room a moment ago, the explosive pressure now left them both completely, stark naked in the center of the bathhouse.
Freed from the constraints of the shredded cotton, Tsunade's massive, snow-white breasts sprang out into the open air. Under the lingering kinetic impact of the punch, her heavy, un-corseted globes wobbled and bounced violently like soft jelly.
With an agonizing creak of stone and bone, the residual kinetic energy traveled clean through Tsunade's body, driving her feet down into the bedrock and detonating the surrounding hot spring.
The remaining water in the massive pool violently erupted into the air, transforming into a thick, scalding rainstorm that flooded the bathhouse.
Shizune was blasted backward by the atmospheric pressure wave, tumbling across the tiles, while Madame Takayanagi was launched several meters away, hitting the far wall with a gasp before sliding to the floor.
Darian slowly pulled his fist back, shaking the residual steam off his knuckles. Looking down, he saw that the thermal water—which had previously reached his knees—was now entirely gone, drained into the massive, web-like crater that had formed beneath Tsunade's feet.
Centered directly on Tsunade, a deep, sunken crater sat in the bedrock, with massive fissures spreading out across the entire bathhouse floor, swallowing the last drops of water.
Feeling the agonizing, sharp pain throbbing in her cracked arm bones, Tsunade looked up at Darian, who was staring down at her with absolute, predatory indifference.
'Where the fuck did this monster come from?!' Tsunade thought, her breath coming in ragged gasps. 'Even my grandfather, Hashirama... he didn't possess this level of raw physical destruction without actively tapping into Sage Mode or Senjutsu!'
Darian's temper was flaring at an all-time high. Transmigrating into a new world, having his progress delayed, and now having his private bath interrupted by a loudmouthed gambler had completely broken his patience.
Even though Tsunade was standing before him completely naked—her world-class, massive breasts fully exposed without a single stitch of clothing—Darian felt zero immediate lust. His mind was focused entirely on dominance.
Of course, his body was telling a slightly different story—his thick, erect manhood was still standing proud and rigid just inches from Tsunade's face, a testament to his unstoppable vitality.
"So... the 'Legendary Sannin' I've heard so much about... the famous war heroes known throughout the world... are only this weak?" Darian sneered, his voice dripping with pure disdain.
Seeing Darian's contemptuous glare and hearing his sharp, mocking words, Tsunade—who had been on the verge of backing down due to her broken arms—felt her legendary Senju pride completely explode.
If she didn't beat this arrogant brat into the dirt right here and now, how could she ever face the ninja world again as a Sannin?! Besides, in her entire life, she had always been the one breaking men's bones—no man had ever dared to strike her this hard!
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