Chapter 93: Let's Reverse the Situation
Body Pathway Derangement was one of Tsunade's signature techniques.
Its principle was to convert chakra into an electrical current and inject it into the enemy's body, scrambling the electrical signals in their nervous system. This caused the opponent, who might be trying to use their left hand and left foot, to instead move their waist, hips, or facial features.
This move was enough to turn every one of Tsunade's attacks into a form of control. Unless the enemy had specifically trained their nervous system, they were destined to lose their combat ability when faced with their own disobedient limbs. However, there weren't many people in the ninja world who could withstand a single punch from Tsunade in the first place, and those who could generally had their own unique trump cards. Therefore, this move didn't seem particularly flashy when she used it.
Akiyama Makoto had never imagined that this jutsu would now become his secret weapon for restraining Anko Mitarashi—especially while their tongues were touching.
The effect was instantaneous. The restless Anko suddenly went still.
She instinctively wanted to make a move, but her body no longer obeyed her commands. Her fingers and toes twitched nonstop, but the lips that were locked with his remained motionless.
Her consciousness already hazy, she didn't even realize she had been attacked. She just kept trying to move her body, which caused her to writhe on top of him like a fish.
Makoto just stared at her calmly. In a few more minutes, he would regain control of his body, and then he could give her the profound lesson she deserved.
What should he do? Or rather, how should this all end?
He waited quietly. This matter naturally couldn't be passed over just like that. He was the one who had been assaulted. He had to get some justice for himself. As for Anko... let her feel guilty for a few years.
For the next few minutes, he used Body Pathway Derangement once every minute, resetting the electrical signals in her body and making it impossible for her to figure out the new control patterns.
A look of panic slowly appeared in Anko's eyes. She felt like a child trapped in a nightmare, able only to watch as those pupils, in which a flame was gradually rising, stared at her, having forever lost her own chance to take the initiative.
In that moment, it was as if the power dynamic between them had been reversed. She was the one being bullied by him.
Finally, ten minutes passed.
Before he even had time to feel the effects of his bloodline ascension, Makoto flipped over, throwing the still-immobile, writhing Anko to the floor. He then dragged her towards the bathroom.
Having been teased and provoked by her for ten minutes, he was definitely going to retaliate. But before he began his counterattack, he had to wash the stench of alcohol off the filthy woman. He wasn't a neat freak, but that didn't mean he could tolerate the smell of sake she had breathed all over him.
Hot water poured over her body. It didn't wake her up, but instead seemed to give her a weak, charming feeling.
At this moment, he realized that Anko was actually a pitiful person. An orphan, used as a test subject by her own teacher, forced to live her entire life under Orochimaru's shadow. Even in the new era, she had no family. All she could do was eat constantly, filling the emptiness in her heart with her appetite.
Maybe he should just let it go?
This thought had only just appeared in his mind for an instant before Anko herself showed him that he could not.
The time it took him to wash her naturally exceeded one minute. Anko, having found the pattern to her chaotic nervous system, regained a little of her motor function. The first thing she did was wrap her arms around him and continue what she had started in her half-dreaming state. If the hot water hadn't been blocking her nose, she probably would have said some more of those frivolous, teasing words from before.
He sucked in a cold breath. He had never been subjected to this kind of trial in his previous life! At this point, could he still endure it?
He couldn't!
Anko had brought this all on herself. He had been willing to let bygones be bygones, but she herself had given up that chance.
As for how the current situation differed from the simulation, it was naturally a question of who held the initiative. With the initiative in his hands, he could easily use his medical ninjutsu to ensure that she was "cultivated but bore no fruit," preventing her from having his child next year.
All that was left for him to do was to mobilize the Yang chakra in his body and let her understand that she had messed with the wrong person.
Three hours later, from the bathroom to the living room and back to the sofa, Anko's eyes finally rolled back, and she passed out.
Makoto retracted his divine powers. Looking at the now-trashed state of Kurenai's home, his emotions gradually calmed, and he entered sage mode.
The current situation was really just the beginning. How was he going to face Kurenai next?
In the simulation, Anko had woken up first and chosen to flee. He hadn't seen her again until she gave birth. Afterward, Kurenai had stepped in to solve the problem for her. Although she had seemingly given him enough compensation, she had never asked him if he agreed.
So now, he decided to let Kurenai wake up first. Let her see what her good friend had done. Let her be filled with regret. As Anko's drinking buddy, who had let her go on a drunken rampage all night without noticing, Kurenai had to bear some responsibility, right?
As for him... no matter how you looked at it, he was the victim!
At this thought, Makoto found a clean corner of the sofa and lay down. He then pulled Anko up and used her as a pillow, restoring the crime scene from the simulation.
It had to be said, there were some benefits to a girl having a higher body fat percentage. At least the current Anko still felt soft and warm. But this was as far as it would go. He would not allow her to turn into a "red bean bun."
For the next stretch of time, he closed his eyes, deciding to review the details of the simulation. There was naturally no need to review the "night raid" part, as he now understood it. What he needed to review were the details of his training in the Flying Thunder God Technique and its formulas.
Not long after he closed his eyes, Kurenai opened hers.
She looked at the sealing jutsu on her door, nodded in satisfaction, and thought, Another quiet night.
But, leaving Anko and Makoto together... would anything happen?
Probably not...
Kurenai comforted herself, slipped out of her light pajamas, undid the seal, opened the door, and quickly walked downstairs.
She had just turned the corner when a strange smell from the living room made her expression turn ugly. She quickly sped up. When she turned the corner, she felt as if she had been struck by an S-rank lightning jutsu. Her brain lost the ability to think.
Anko... had truly gone insane.
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