[* 3rd Person POV *]
"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"
The words had barely left Kizaru's mouth when three female Marine officers closed in. Their expressions were tight with a mixture of professional disgust and hierarchical embarrassment.
None of them spoke at first. They simply seized Tsunade by the arms and upper torso with firm, impersonal grips and began hauling her away from the main formation.
The rough movement immediately activated the uniform's design.
Every step, every sharp tug, caused the vertical cuts to part wide.
Her enormous breasts spilled forward and bounced heavily with the forced motion, nipples fully visible in repeated flashes.
The soft flesh of her stomach, the thick curve of her thighs, and the bare mound of her pussy were exposed in shifting intervals as the fabric opened and closed.
The officers did not slow down.
If anything, their grips tightened, their faces set in rigid lines of disapproval as they dragged the larger woman through the staging ground toward a secondary command area.
"Keep moving"
One of them muttered under her breath, voice low and sharp.
"You're not putting on a show for the ranks any longer"
Tsunade offered no resistance.
She allowed herself to be pulled along, the deliberate design of the uniform ensuring that every jolt and change of direction produced fresh, unavoidable glimpses of her body.
The heavy bounce of her breasts drew more than one sidelong glance from nearby personnel before the officers steered her behind a cluster of supply crates and temporary tents, away from the main fleet assembly.
They reached a quieter section of the staging ground where several senior officers had established a secondary coordination point.
Vice Admiral Tsuru stood near a table covered in maps and Den Den Mushi, her posture straight, expression composed.
The veteran Marine was reviewing reports with the calm, measured focus of someone who had seen decades of chaos and still refused to be rattled by it.
The three female officers brought Tsunade to a halt directly in front of her and released their grips.
For the moment Tsunade stood completely still. The vertical cuts of the uniform settled closed.
From a short distance the garment looked almost regulation wrinkled, perhaps, but intact.
Tsuru glanced up from the maps, her eyes sharp and assessing, and saw only a tall Marine officer of unusual build standing at attention.
"What is it?"
Tsuru asked, voice even.
"I'm in the middle of coordinating secondary perimeter units. If this is about the auction house reports, put it in the queue"
One of the female officers stepped forward, jaw tight.
"Vice Admiral. This officer arrived at the main assembly in a uniform that is… not regulation. We removed her from the Admiral's presence before it caused further disruption. We believed you should see it directly"
Tsuru's brow furrowed slightly.
"Not regulation how? Battle damage is expected under current conditions. Show me"
The officers did not hesitate.
Two of them moved to either side of Tsunade, gripped the front of the uniform at the center, and pulled the fabric open in one firm motion. The vertical cuts parted completely.
The garment fell away from the middle of her body, fully exposing her from collar to upper thighs.
Her enormous breasts hung free and heavy, the soft flesh still slightly marked from earlier events. Her nipples were clearly visible.
The smooth plane of her stomach, the wide flare of her hips, the thick thighs, and the bare, exposed pussy were all on full display under the open uniform.
There was no possible interpretation of battle damage.
The cuts were too precise, too evenly spaced, and the way the fabric had been designed to part made the intent obvious.
Tsuru went still.
For several long seconds the veteran Vice Admiral simply looked. Her expression did not contort into theatrical shock.
Instead a cold, weary contempt settled into the lines of her face. The same eyes that had seen through Doflamingo's games and recognized Laffitte on sight now regarded the deliberate exposure with open professional disgust.
She exhaled once through her nose, then spoke in a voice that was quiet, precise, and cutting.
"Close it"
The officers released the fabric. The uniform settled closed again.
Tsuru's gaze never left Tsunade.
"I have spent decades cleaning up after fools who thought the Marines existed for their personal entertainment. I have watched officers throw away rank, respect, and the lives of the people under them for far less than this. What you just walked into that staging ground wearing is not eccentricity. It is not stress. It is a calculated decision to turn yourself into a distraction and a disgrace in the middle of a Celestial Dragon emergency"
Her tone remained level, but every word carried the weight of long authority.
"You presented yourself as a reinforcing officer. That means you understood exactly what you were doing when you put that uniform on. You understood that every man and woman out there would see it. You understood that an Admiral was present. And you still chose to arrive looking like a whore who had tailored her own clothes for maximum exposure. Do not insult my intelligence by pretending this was an accident or battle damage. The cuts are deliberate. The effect is deliberate. And the timing is unforgivable"
Tsuru took one step closer, hands still folded behind her back.
"There is no safe place left in this world. That is why some of us still stand on the front line even when age would allow us to step aside. It does not give anyone the right to turn a military response into a cheap spectacle. Empathy does not require me to soft-pedal a breach this blatant. You have embarrassed the ranks, undermined discipline at the worst possible moment, and forced senior officers to waste time dealing with your exhibition instead of the actual crisis"
She paused, eyes hard.
"You will remain here under direct observation. You will put on a proper uniform that stays closed when you move. You will not return to the main assembly looking like that again. And when this incident is contained, there will be a formal accounting. I do not care what private justifications you have invented for yourself. In this moment, under these conditions, you have behaved like a liability and a disgrace to the coat you are wearing"
Tsuru's voice never rose. It did not need to.
The cold, measured insult landed with the full force of a veteran who had earned the right to speak that way and who refused to pretend otherwise.
The three female officers remained silent.
Tsunade stood in the now-closed uniform while the Vice Admiral continued to regard her with unwavering, scathing assessment.
The secondary command area stayed quiet except for the distant crackle of Den Den Mushi and the ongoing weight of the larger emergency.
Tsuru had spoken. The matter, for now, sat firmly under her authority.
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