Chapter 69: Let Me Spar with the New Hokage

At that moment, Tsunade could no longer contain herself; she suddenly smashed her desk with a punch, unleashing her fierce aura.

The cracks on the wooden desk spread like veins—next door’s Finance Department’s year-end bonus was surely canceled again.

“Stop putting on airs!”

“When I ruled the ninja world, Itachi were still playing with piss and mud!”

“Jiraiya, why waste words?”

“Just strike. Force the mastermind to confess.”

Tsunade was always blunt and couldn’t stand this roundabout questioning and excuse-making.

If Itachi can fight, don’t argue.

Physical persuasion is always the most effective.

Far away, Shikamaru Nara quietly pulled out an expense form and began filling it out, hiding his achievements in silence.

Rojie’s gaze turned to Tsunade, his eyes locking onto the strategic high ground first.

No wonder she’s the Fifth Hokage—her tactical awareness is top-tier.

Only such discipline can lead Konoha to greatness.

Then Rojie sighed.

Hmm, it's indeed very large.

Tsunade’s fabric consumption is at least three times that of a normal ninja.

It’s such a waste.

Then he smirked slightly and said, “Tsunade? I know Itachi.”

Hearing this, Tsunade perked up; her necklace swung dangerously as she leaned forward.

“Itachi’ve heard of me?”

Rojie replied calmly, “Of course—the legendary fat lamb, famous throughout the ninja world.”

“Itachi’ve returned to the village to escape gambling debts?”

These words made the First Hokage’s statue on Hokage Rock tremble three times.

After all, according to Konoha’s unofficial histories, the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju, developed Wood Release: Tree Creation Technique because his gambling addiction was too strong.

So he could easily sell timber to pay off his debts.

Unfortunately, his granddaughter Tsunade lacks that talent—she just burns through her savings and now owes a mountain of debts.

Rojie suddenly raised his voice.

“Tsunade, listen—this village isn’t a den for filth!”

At these words, Tsunade’s brows instantly knotted.

She snarled, “Damn brat.”

Before the words left her lips, she swung her fist hard toward Rojie.

The fist roared through the air, as if aiming to crush this insolent brat into pulp.

Jiraiya’s face turned pale—he was about to intervene.

He knew well that although Rojie had once subdued the One-Tail, his strength was no joke.

But if the two of them fought inside the Hokage’s office, their power might collapse the entire building.

What would other villages think if word got out?

The Hokage and the Legendary Sannin fighting in public?

It would be a disgrace to Konoha.

Yet in the next instant, Jiraiya’s pupils shrank sharply—his face filled with shock.

Tsunade’s body flew backward like a cut kite, smashing the office door into splinters.

Then her body crashed through a wall before landing heavily in the room across the hall.

As for Rojie, he remained lounging casually in his chair, as if nothing had happened, his expression as still as stagnant water.

Jiraiya stared, utterly incredulous.

What just happened?

Did he move?

Why couldn’t I see anything?

Of course—it was the Chicken Talisman!

Ninjutsu? Chakra?

Sorry, Rojie’s using a talisman cheat.

At that moment, Tsunade stabilized herself and refused to back down.

She ripped off her green coat, eyes blazing with fury, and kicked toward Rojie again.

Rojie snorted.

Taking off your coat to use the Sexy Jutsu?

Bastard, the Sexy Jutsu requires lace lingerie at minimum!

BOOM!

With a thunderous crash, Tsunade this time shattered the office ceiling and flew straight out.

Achievement unlocked: Artificial Skylight!

This time, Jiraiya finally saw clearly.

It wasn’t that Rojie’s speed had exceeded his visual limits.

Rojie hadn’t moved at all.

This left Jiraiya deeply confused.

What kind of ability is this?

Only then did the Anbu members realize what had happened, appearing around Rojie to protect him.

Rojie glanced at them.

These animal-masked Anbu ninja always arrive half an hour late on missions but sprint faster than the Flying Thunder God when claiming allowances.

All they do is eat free meals.

Besides, I don’t need Anbu protection—I’d be protecting them.

In a few days, I’ll assign them all to menial chores.

I’ll keep just one shadow guard for running errands.

At that moment, Tsunade leapt down from above, smashing through the ceiling, and kicked fiercely at Rojie from above.

The Konoha renovation team captain died laughing at the hardware store—this month’s KPI is way over target!

The next instant, Tsunade felt as if an invisible giant hand had gripped her tightly, immobilizing her.

Her body floated helplessly in midair, frozen in a split-kick pose.

Even the debris falling from the shattered ceiling hovered around her.

Jiraiya’s pupils trembled.

Itachi can do this too?!

If Itachi used this on research, couldn’t Itachi write “Icha Icha: Time Stop Edition”?

Rojie watched the scene and sighed softly, shaking his head.

He spoke to Shikamaru Nara nearby:

“Shikamaru, charge the building repair costs to Tsunade’s account.”

Shizune, standing nearby holding a piglet, froze solid.

Is it too late to run away now?

She knew Tsunade had returned to the village to escape gambling debts.

But who could’ve imagined that on her first day back, she hadn’t escaped her debts—she’d added a new one?

The debt kept rolling like a snowball, growing larger—she’d never pay it off in this lifetime.

Would she have to go down to the brothels with Tsunade to earn money and repay it?

Future special package at the pleasure district: Tsunade’s knee-pillow service.

At that moment, Rojie addressed the Anbu present: “Take her to the Naka River Grand Hotel.”

“She gambles outside daily and racks up debts—Konoha’s reputation is ruined.”

With a flick of his hand, Tsunade was thrown to the floor.

Seeing the Anbu surround her, Tsunade didn’t resist.

She tidied her disheveled hair and said calmly, “Lead the way. I’ll walk myself.”

Then she turned to Shizune: “Go pack up my quarters. Don’t worry.”

As Tsunade, Shizune, and the Anbu vanished from sight, Rojie glanced at Shikamaru Nara.

Shikamaru understood—he dragged the still yelling Naruto out of the room.

Even as he was pulled out, Naruto kept shouting: “Let me spar with the new Hokage!”

Utterly clueless about his own limits!

Soon, only Rojie and Jiraiya remained in the office.

The Hokage’s office instantly became a senior official’s counseling room.

Rojie pointed to the chair in front of him and said to Jiraiya, “Jiraiya, sit down.”

Jiraiya did not hesitate long; he sat down directly.

After personally witnessing Luo Jie’s overwhelming strength.

Jiraiya had already become convinced that even if others had placed Luo Jie on the Hokage’s throne, his power would never allow him to be a puppet manipulated by anyone.

Of course, the most practical point was that he himself was no match for Luo Jie.

Luo Jie looked at Jiraiya and spoke slowly:

“Whether Itachi believe it or not, I am indeed the successor designated by the Third Hokage.”

These words made the crow flying past the window laugh so hard it fell.

That old monkey had no time even to destroy the peeping crystal ball before he died—how could he have had time to write a will?

Still, Jiraiya decided to swallow his sarcasm; after all, anyone who could pin Tsunade in eighteen different poses must be right about everything.

(End of Chapter)