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 no difference whatsoever, as if last night's intense events had never happened.
Which meant—
She didn't feel pain.
After all, ninja were exceptionally good at enduring pain. Tsunade had been through countless battles and was a medical ninja—being able to withstand pain was perfectly normal, wasn't it?
So that had to be the explanation.
"…That must be it."
That was Leo's first thought. Then his mind jumped to Tsunade's abnormal physical constitution as depicted in Naruto.
While she couldn't be compared to Hashirama Senju—whose cells remained active even decades after death—Tsunade's physical strength was genuinely on par with someone who specialized in taijutsu like the Raikage.
The Raikage came from generations of absolute powerhouses, and as a woman, Tsunade should theoretically have been at a disadvantage in terms of raw physicality.
But reality was never reasonable.
Tsunade's physical strength was actually stronger than the Raikage's. He simply couldn't compare. And in terms of recovery, although she still couldn't be mentioned in the same breath as Hashirama, she had long surpassed the limits of ordinary humans.
As for Hashirama's regenerative ability…
How should one put it—cut him one moment, and he'd be completely 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 absurd 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 repairing itself?"
The realization hit Leo hard. His expression stiffened in shock. He had never even considered this.
But then he immediately realized something even more terrifying.
"No—if it was because of her hemophobia… then Tsunade wasn't even using any strength at all!"
When they were together, it had felt like the limit depended entirely on when Tsunade's body reached its breaking point. And now he was being told this still wasn't her limit…
Would it break?
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 scary…"
He swallowed hard and walked into the trader's shack. The female trader, who usually stirred something in him, now held no appeal at all.
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—moving ones were obviously better.
"Let's see what quests are available today."
Leo opened the trader's quest panel and immediately noticed something odd.
The number of quests that refreshed daily had decreased by one.
Yes—one fewer.
"So the number of quests is fixed?"
He frowned but didn't dwell on it. He still had many unassigned points and planned to deal with them after meeting Tsunade again. Otherwise, he was worried he wouldn't be able to complete the quests.
Then he noticed something interesting.
At the bottom of the quest list, a page-flip icon had appeared.
He flipped it—and sure enough, compared to the earlier quests, these had an extra vertical marker at the front.
And the distance was noticeably farther.
Previously, quests were within about a hundred meters, maybe two hundred at most. Now, two hundred meters was just the starting point.
"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 here. Based on his understanding of this world, that clearly meant only he could accept them.
The quest types themselves hadn't changed, but even without thinking, he knew the difficulty would be higher.
Still, he boldly accepted one—another zombie-clearing quest.
Arriving at a brand-new ruin, Leo looked at the building, which was clearly much larger than the previous ones, nodded, 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 still wasn't a problem.
He just used twice as much ammo as before and easily cleared everything.
"Still just as poor…"
After searching for a long time and finding nothing but some duct tape and possibly expired medicine, Leo sighed.
Aside from some brass doorknobs and other brass scraps, plus a few cans, there was nothing else. It was miserable—absolutely miserable.
By all logic, a game modeled after 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'd just always gotten iron arrowheads, painkillers, and similar junk, 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 only been useful in specific situations.
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 even gave me another AK!"
As she spoke, the MP5 in her hand instantly turned into a shotgun.
Leo was dumbfounded.
He went silent and 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 could a level-one quest even 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 unlucky?
"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—it hadn't become 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.