[* 3rd Person POV *]
Far from the ruined auction house and the chaos of Grove 1, another presence stirred in response to the same alarms that had summoned the Marines.
Tsunade clone, the one that had been moving independently since the earlier Celestial Dragon encounter had received the same emergency summons that every Marine unit on the island answered.
The destruction of a World Noble's bubble helmet and the subsequent declaration of a high level threat had forced every available Marine asset into motion.
The clone, still operating under her established cover within the Marine structure, began shifting position in accordance with the new orders.
Only the quiet, purposeful movement of the figure that looked identical to the legendary kunoichi, answering the same call that had brought Kuma and the regular forces to the auction district.
The Tsunade avatar moved quickly through the less crowded outer paths of the archipelago, following the concentrated Marine signals.
Within a short time she reached a wide coastal clearing that had been converted into a temporary staging ground.
A massive fleet was already assembled dozens of warships anchored in tight formation, their decks crowded with Marines in full gear.
At the center of the gathering stood the unmistakable figure of Admiral Kizaru, yellow coat draped over his shoulders, hands in his pockets, expression as lazily unreadable as ever.
The air was tense. Officers barked orders.
Den Den Mushi crackled with overlapping reports from Grove 1.
The situation at the auction house was still unfolding, and the presence of an Admiral meant the World Government was treating the assault on a Celestial Dragon with maximum severity.
Tsunade remained in the shadows of a nearby tree line for a moment, assessing. Then the familiar system interface appeared in her vision.
[* New Quest: "Admiral's Gaze – Uniform Protocol" *]
Objective: Present yourself to the main Marine force under Admiral Kizaru and integrate into the response operation without immediately compromising your cover.
[Easy]
Approach in a standard, fully intact Marine officer uniform. Maintain professional appearance and report as a reinforcing unit.
+4,000 Slut Points, basic operational clearance.
[Medium]
Approach in a slightly damaged but still serviceable uniform (minor tears, dirt, signs of recent combat). Claim you encountered resistance on the way.
+7,000 Slut Points, temporary field command authority over a small squad.
[Hard]
Approach in a deliberately shredded Marine uniform covered in precise vertical cuts. The fabric appears intact while standing still, but every movement causes the cuts to open and fully reveal breasts, nipples, stomach, hips, pussy, and ass. The design is obviously intentional and cannot be explained as battle damage.
+12,000 Slut Points, significant narrative disruption potential, and a permanent "Exhibitionist Officer" title.
She selected the hard option without hesitation.
The system provided the uniform instantly. The fabric was the correct Marine officer cut and color, complete with rank insignia, but the vertical slits were exact and numerous.
When she stood motionless the gaps closed enough to look almost normal from a distance.
The moment she took a single step, however, the cuts parted cleanly, exposing everything beneath in shifting, deliberate flashes.
Tsunade stepped out of the tree line and walked toward the main assembly at a steady, professional pace.
The effect was immediate and far uglier than simple surprise.
The first Marines who saw her froze mid step. One enlisted man actually recoiled.
As she continued walking, every movement caused the vertical cuts to open and close, giving repeated, unmistakable views of her heavy breasts and nipples, the soft skin of her stomach, the full curve of her hips, her bare pussy, and the round flesh of her ass.
The fabric never tore further, it simply parted and resealed with deliberate precision. There was no possible way to interpret it as combat damage.
"What the fuck is that?"
A master chief snarled under his breath, loud enough for those nearby to hear.
"Is she serious right now?"
Another officer muttered, face already turning red.
"Cover yourself, damn it!"
A lieutenant barked, voice cracking with a mixture of anger and disbelief.
"This is an active operation, not a brothel!"
The reactions escalated the closer she got. Several men turned their backs entirely, jaws clenched.
Others stared for a second too long before forcing their eyes away, ears burning.
A young recruit dropped his rifle and immediately scrambled to pick it up, face scarlet. An older captain stepped forward as if to block her path, expression hard.
"Officer, stop right there! That uniform is a direct violation of every standard we have. You will cover up immediately or you will be removed from this formation. I don't care what sector you came from this is an embarrassment in front of the Admiral and the entire fleet!"
Kizaru's head turned last.
His usual half lidded eyes opened a fraction. For once the lazy drawl carried a clear edge of genuine irritation mixed with mild astonishment.
"Oh my… that is… quite the choice of attire during a Celestial Dragon emergency"
He said slowly.
"I don't believe 'full frontal ventilation' is regulation. You do realize the entire front line can currently see everything, correct? How troublesome. And strangely intentional"
A rear captain nearby recovered enough to raise his voice, face flushed with hierarchical mortification.
"You will explain this right now! That is not battle damage that is deliberate. Walking into an Admiral's staging ground looking like that is insubordination at best and a complete breakdown of discipline at worst. Someone get her a coat or remove her from the area before this becomes an even larger incident!"
Tsunade continued until she stood at a respectful distance from Kizaru and offered a crisp salute.
The motion caused both breasts to spill fully into view for a clear second before the fabric settled again.
She spoke in a calm, professional tone as if nothing about her appearance was unusual.
"Reporting as ordered, Admiral. Reinforcements from the outer sector"
The assembled Marines remained locked in a state of aggressive professional horror. Some stared at the ground with rigid posture.
Others looked ready to physically force a coat onto her.
The deliberate, unexplainable nature of the shredded uniform made the situation far worse than if she had simply been naked it was obvious, calculated, and happening in the middle of a high-level emergency under an Admiral's direct observation.
Kizaru tilted his head slightly, the light catching his glasses.
"We will definitely be discussing this later. For now… try not to turn the entire response force into a circus while we still have a World Noble incident to contain. Someone get this officer something that actually stays closed when she moves"
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