Faced with Tsunade's dirty trick, Saiki hurriedly tilted his head to dodge.
But Tsunade was too fast; while she missed his face, the punch slammed hard into his shoulder.
Saiki felt a surge of massive force; despite his iron-like skin, a jolt of pain shot through him, making him grit his teeth and wince.
Seeing her successful hit, Tsunade grew even more smug.
She raised her fist again, preparing to smash it into Saiki's face.
BAM!
This time, Tsunade's fist didn't reach its target; Saiki caught it in mid-air.
"I said, that's enough! Don't take this too far, or don't blame me for getting rough with you," Saiki growled, glaring at her with genuine irritation while squeezing her fist.
"Too far? Who are you going to be 'rough' with, you snot-nosed brat?"
Tsunade, entirely failing to realize the gravity of the situation now that her scheme had worked, spoke with peak arrogance.
With that, she released her other hand from Saiki's shoulder and swung her left fist at him.
Every human only has two hands and two legs.
Tsunade had freed both hands to strike, and Saiki did the same; as her left fist lunged toward him, he caught that one too.
"Nngh!" With both her delicate fists caught in Saiki's grip, Tsunade tried to struggle.
But his hands were like iron clamps welded shut; no matter how much she twisted, she couldn't budge.
Furthermore, Saiki was squeezing so hard that her knuckles began to ache.
Saiki's physical stats were incredible, but he was still technically a child.
On the other hand, Tsunade was a legendary woman of monstrous strength.
Tsunade tried to yank her hands back while Saiki held on tight.
The two entered a test of raw strength, their faces turning red from the strain.
"Let go!" Tsunade barked, her eyebrows arching as she glared at him.
Saiki glared back, not yielding an inch. "No!"
"I said let go! Do you hear me?!" Tsunade warned him again.
She was getting incredibly frustrated. When the hell had this brat become so strong?
How did a kid have this much raw power?
Realizing she couldn't break free, Tsunade didn't think much of it at first.
But then she realized she was currently straddling Saiki's lower abdomen.
The position was extremely ambiguous and provocative; what if someone saw them?
In the past, Tsunade wouldn't have cared at all.
But knowing the actual nature of their current relationship, she felt a pang of guilt and feared being discovered.
If anyone caught them like this, they would absolutely think she was an "old cow eating tender grass."
After struggling with a flushed face and still failing to break free, she finally had to soften her tone.
"Saiki... let go of me first. I promise I won't hit you again."
Her voice carried a trace of both bashfulness and helpless resignation.
Saiki looked at Tsunade's blushing face, and the anger in his heart dissipated significantly.
After a moment of hesitation, he slowly released her hands.
Seeing his opening, Tsunade scrambled off Saiki and began smoothing out her messy clothes, her face still radiating a deep pink glow.
However, as Saiki prepared to stand up, he realized he had once again underestimated how petty Tsunade could be.
Her status as a Senju princess meant she had been spoiled and headstrong since childhood; she wasn't about to take a loss lying down.
In fact, if she felt slighted, she'd usually just deal out another beating.
Before Saiki could even get to his feet, Tsunade lunged forward and delivered a sharp kick toward him.
When it came to major world events, Tsunade was reliable and serious.
But that didn't stop her from being a woman with a woman's petty moods.
Even as a mature older woman, she had no qualms about kicking Saiki when he was down.
Fortunately, Saiki might have looked relaxed, but he had never actually lowered his guard around her.
Because Saiki looked relaxed and she was about to get her revenge, it was actually Tsunade who grew careless.
As her leg swept toward him, Saiki grabbed her ankle and yanked it forward with a sudden burst of speed.
Even with Tsunade's reflexes, the momentum carried her into a forced, awkward split on the ground.
Realizing her mistake, Tsunade tried to roll to the side to regain her footing.
But Saiki didn't give her the chance; he pounced on her immediately.
After a frantic scramble of limbs, the positions were reversed: Tsunade was flat on her back.
One of her legs was hoisted high, her ankle caught in Saiki's hand and pushed toward her own shoulder.
Saiki, having pinned her down, was now straddling her other thigh.
He used his free hand to shove her other leg up toward her other shoulder as well.
The position they were currently in was a classic "breeding" posture—one that required the female to be extremely flexible.
If it weren't for the layers of fabric between them, Saiki could have driven straight to the finish line.
At first, Tsunade was stunned, but she quickly realized exactly what Saiki was doing.
This time, she genuinely panicked.
"You—let go of me!" Her face turned a violent shade of crimson, the blush spreading from her neck to her ears.
She tried to retract her legs from his shoulders, but Saiki pinned them down with his full weight.
Tsunade tried to punch him, but Saiki utilized his ability, sprouting several extra arms from his own body to catch her wrists.
He applied a series of joint locks that made it impossible for Tsunade to generate any leverage.
The Flower-Flower Fruit was broken, but ever since Saiki mastered Pre-natal Qi, he rarely needed it.
However, in a situation like this, it was perfect.
Saiki acted like a literal tentacle monster; dozens of arms erupted from the ground and his own body, pinning Tsunade's limbs and torso to the earth.
With Saiki's main body weighing her down, Tsunade was completely immobilized.
It wouldn't have even been this much trouble if Saiki had used the "Heart Seal" he'd left on her abdomen.
He could have subdued her in a heartbeat, but now wasn't the time for that particular power.
As the residual shockwaves of their chakra battle began to fade, Saiki felt that familiar, nagging sensation of a remote gaze.
Fortunately, they weren't "doing" anything yet, and with the local chakra field still chaotic, Hiruzen couldn't see anything clearly.
Still, the feeling of being watched by that old pervert was disgusting.
While pinning Tsunade, Saiki took a split second to manifest a few Flower Clones.
They quickly moved to the perimeter and erected a sensory-blocking barrier.
Once the barrier cut them off from the world, Saiki let out a breath of relief.
He made a silent vow to one day poke that old man's prying eyes out.
He turned his focus back to Tsunade.
Thanks to the Flower-Flower Fruit, Saiki could multitask flawlessly; the entire process of setting the barrier had only taken four seconds.
"Let me go! Do you hear me?!"
Pinned by a dozen spectral hands, Tsunade felt a crushing sense of humiliation, her face burning with shame.
Looking down at her, Saiki's heart hammered against his ribs.
Wrestling with Tsunade was a dangerous game; first she was on top, now he was.
With his blood pumping, Saiki was already experiencing a very physical reaction.
As Tsunade thrashed beneath him, his "weapon" was constantly brushing against—and even sinking into—the soft, fabric-covered mound of her crotch.
Right now, Saiki desperately wanted to shred her clothes and possess her again.
But his logic fought to suppress the impulse. Using force was an option, but not now.
If he pushed too hard today, Tsunade might truly cut him out of her life forever.
He took a deep breath, composed himself, and then put on a look of righteous indignation.
"Sister Tsunade, you're asking me to let you go? You're the one who broke your promise! Who could ever trust you?"
He leaned his weight forward, bringing his face inches from hers, his eyes burning with an intense, demanding heat.