Item: Peach of Grace
Evaluation: A supernatural fruit originating from the Demon Capital of another world. Any female organism that consumes this "Peach" will awaken a power that reflects the soul—Universal Female Delight.
Origin:Slave of the Demon Capital's Elite Soldiers
"Does this count as searching everywhere… only to find it without effort?"
Anlan had just been considering the formation of an elite unit.
And now—the Peach of Grace had appeared.
Silently praising Mikoto for bringing him such fortune, he summoned the Peach into reality.
The fruit was about the size of a fist.
At first glance, it looked no different from an ordinary peach.
Yet its skin possessed a smooth, jade-like sheen.
If one leaned closer, a sweet and refreshing fragrance drifted from it—rich, yet never cloying.
Just a single breath was enough to clear the mind.
Anlan activated the three-tomoe Sharingan and examined the fruit carefully.
Under its heightened perception, the Peach's true nature gradually revealed itself.
Its interior was not ordinary flesh.
Instead—
It contained an extremely pure, condensed energy core of astonishing complexity.
The energy radiated a gentle, life-filled aura.
It was entirely different from the vitality of Yang Release.
Nor did it resemble the sharp, spiritual force of Yin Release.
Rather—
It felt deeper.
More inclusive.
A power that seemed capable of reflecting the very essence of the soul.
"A soul-reflection ability usable only by females… how fitting for that world."
In the world of Slave of the Demon Capital's Elite Soldiers, dimensional gates known as Demon Capitals appeared throughout Japan.
Within them grew this mysterious fruit—the Peach.
Because it granted supernatural abilities exclusively to women—including female animals—the balance of power between genders was completely overturned.
To control these gates, the government established a special military unit composed entirely of women who possessed the Power of the Peach.
That organization—
Was known as the Demon Defense Force.
The abilities granted by the Peach varied greatly.
Space manipulation.
Time manipulation.
And countless other possibilities.
Each power was born from the user's heart.
Unique.
Irreplaceable.
In terms of potential, they were comparable to the Uchiha's Mangekyō Sharingan.
A truly powerful ability could elevate someone to the pinnacle in an instant.
Anlan slowly rotated the Peach in his hand.
Two figures surfaced in his mind.
Mikoto.
Hazuki.
One was his wife.
The other—her personal guard.
Since this fruit came from another world and required direct consumption, Anlan was unwilling to hand it over without first verifying its safety.
If Hazuki used it, it would strengthen the clan.
Which would, in turn, support Mikoto.
But—
There was only one Peach.
That made the choice difficult.
…Perhaps Tsunade could study it first.
If she could cultivate a Peach tree—
Then this problem would cease to exist.
A knock on the door pulled him back to reality.
The Peach vanished into storage.
"Anlan, lunch is ready."
The door opened—pulled down by Koromon's ear.
The small pink creature rolled inside energetically and leapt straight into Anlan's arms.
Outside, soft afternoon sunlight filtered through half-withered maple trees in the courtyard.
Early autumn winds carried a faint chill.
A few crimson leaves skittered across the stone path with a gentle rustle.
The quiet courtyard felt… strangely oppressive.
Tsunade sat along the wooden veranda.
She had changed into a black dress with a bold, revealing cut.
Her shoulders were exposed to the cool air.
The neckline dipped slightly.
The fabric clung perfectly to her figure—
Her mature body resembling a fully ripened peach.
Her long, straight legs were wrapped in sheer black stockings.
This outfit had been prepared by Uzumaki Minako as casual attire for meeting the master of the residence.
More formal garments existed for external occasions.
That heartless bastard…
Tsunade clenched her hands tightly on her knees, constantly tugging at the short hemline that barely covered her thighs.
She had never worn such indecent clothing before.
Every movement felt wrong.
She feared that a single careless motion would expose too much.
Even breathing felt unnatural.
She wanted nothing more than to rip the outfit off and change into something loose and comfortable.
But that man's command forced her to endure.
This is for Shizune.
She repeated it to herself.
But still…
I really want to punch that shameless bastard.
Footsteps echoed from the corridor.
Calm.
Measured.
Tsunade raised her head.
Her arms crossed over her chest.
Her brows furrowed.
Her sharp gaze fixed forward.
Moments later—
Anlan appeared.
Having finished his meal and informed Mikoto, he had changed into casual attire.
The dark fabric made his tall frame appear even more composed.
He walked toward her leisurely.
His gaze paused briefly on her—
From her cold expression…
To the smooth line of her shoulders…
Then down to the long shadow cast by her figure on the ground.
A faint smile curved his lips.
"That outfit suits you far better than the last one, Tsunade-senpai."
"Suits me?"
Tsunade let out a cold snort, not even sparing him a glance.
"If your goal is to humiliate me, there's no need to pretend otherwise."
"At worst, you'll throw me back into that basement."
"You think I'd be afraid?"
In truth—
She had already prepared poison.
If the chance arose…
She would show this Uchiha what true revenge meant.
For now, she endured.
The humiliation she had suffered—
One day, she would repay it in full.
"Tsunade-senpai, why say something like that?"
Anlan raised an eyebrow calmly.
"I came for two reasons."
"To thank you for treating the wounded this morning."
"And to fulfill my promise—letting you see Shizune."
He stepped closer, lowering his voice slightly.
"Or perhaps…"
"In your heart, that private room game has already become a reward you're looking forward to?"
Tsunade's body stiffened instantly.
"Reward?"
"Uchiha Anlan."
"You're nothing but a brat with filthy tricks and disgusting fantasies."
"You make me sick."
She rose to her feet.
Her posture straight—
The legendary beauty that once shook the shinobi world revealed without restraint.
Every inch of her body drew the eye.
"Seeing Shizune was your promise."
"As for treating the wounded…"
She sneered.
"That's simply because I'm a doctor."
"I won't watch someone die in front of me."
"It has nothing to do with you."
"Or the Uchiha."
"How heartless, Tsunade-senpai."
Anlan remained completely unbothered.
His gaze lingered on her for a moment before he chuckled softly.
"If you dislike this outfit, we can change it next time."
"I'm sure there's something that will display your unrivaled beauty even better."
The praise was direct.
Blunt.
Almost shameless.
Tsunade froze.
She had expected threats.
Humiliation.
Cruelty.
Instead—
He spoke as if he were simply admiring her.
It disrupted everything she had prepared.
Her anger had nowhere to land.
What is this bastard planning…?
Anlan observed her quietly.
Then—
He clapped his hands once.
Almost immediately—
From the moon gate, Uzumaki Minako appeared.
Beside her—
Shizune.
She looked unharmed.
Only slightly pale, her eyes still lingering with fear.
But the moment she saw Tsunade—
Her eyes reddened instantly.
"Teacher…"
Her voice trembled.
She wanted to run forward.
But Minako's calm gaze stopped her.
She could only walk forward stiffly.
"Tsunade!"
Tsunade stepped down quickly.
Her heels clicked sharply against the stone.
The motion caused Shizune to freeze for a moment.
…Is this really my carefree teacher?
She's…
Beautiful.
The shock eased her fear slightly.
But when she noticed Anlan's smile—
Her body stiffened again.
That same smile…
The one he wore when forcing her before the corpse.
She had almost died then.
"Minako, watch them."
"I'll prepare something inside."
Anlan turned and walked toward the inner room.
He had once considered humiliating Tsunade in front of Shizune.
But now—
Her value had increased.
He would need a different method.
Seeing him leave—
Shizune rushed forward.
She grabbed Tsunade's arm tightly.
"Teacher, are you okay?"
"I'm sorry…"
"If it weren't for me—"
"Did they do anything to you—"
"I'm fine."
Tsunade interrupted gently.
She pulled Shizune closer, inspecting her carefully.
Only after confirming she was unharmed did her shoulders ease—slightly.
Her gaze shifted to Minako.
"Miss Minako… thank you."
"You're welcome, Miss Tsunade."
Minako nodded calmly.
"Lord Anlan permits you to speak here."
"Please remain within the courtyard."
"I understand."
Shizune lowered her head.
That was when she noticed—
The iron ring around Tsunade's ankle.
Minako stepped back, maintaining a respectful distance.
Tsunade ignored her.
She led Shizune to a stone bench beneath the maple tree.
Lowering her voice—
"Did they interrogate you?"
"Did they ask anything?"
Shizune shook her head.
"No…"
"They just kept me in a room."
"They gave me food."
"No one bothered me."
"I was just worried about you…"
Her eyes fell on faint red marks along Tsunade's body.
Her vision blurred with tears.
She understood.
Too well.
"Teacher… if I had stopped you…"
Tsunade tightened her grip on her hand.
"I'm fine."
"It was just negotiation and conflict."
"It's over."
She chose her words carefully.
The truth… could not be spoken.
"The situation is complicated."
"We must stay calm."
"We must endure."
"Teacher…"
"Can we still return to Konoha?"
Tsunade's heart sank.
That place—
Now felt impossibly far away.
But she could not show despair.
"We will."
Her voice was firm.
More for herself than Shizune.
"I'll find a way."
"I'll take you away."
"But until then…"
"Be careful."
"Protect yourself."
Shizune nodded firmly.
Then whispered:
"Teacher… my chakra isn't sealed."
"Can I help you escape?"
Tsunade gently touched her cheek.
Escape?
With Anlan here—
Impossible.
"Don't worry."
"I have my own plans."
"For now… we're safe."
Minako's voice cut in.
"Time is up."
"Miss Shizune must return."
"And Lord Anlan is waiting."
Tsunade inhaled slowly.
"Go."
"We'll meet again soon."
Shizune left reluctantly, looking back again and again.
Until she disappeared.
Silence returned.
Tsunade stood alone.
Her gaze shifted toward the open doorway.
Inside—
Darkness.
A stark contrast to the warm afternoon light.
Like a mouth waiting to devour her.
She hesitated for only a moment.
Then stepped forward.
Into the darkness.
The door closed behind her.
Before she could speak—
A white lab coat was tossed toward her.
"Put it on."
"Come with me."
Anlan walked toward a hidden underground passage.
Tsunade caught the coat.
Her heart pounded.
Earlier bravado about the "private room"—
Had been nothing but stubborn pride.
"Afraid?" Anlan asked casually.
Tsunade lifted her chin.
Her lips curled into a mocking smile.
"Afraid of you?"
"Grow up a few more years first, brat."
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