Chapter 114
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"Boy, you're going to lose!"
Tsunade raised an eyebrow, her voice laced with confidence.
Suddenly, a powerful surge of chakra erupted from her, shaking the air around them. The surrounding trees shuddered under the weight of her raw strength, their leaves scattering in the wind. The ground beneath Tsunade and Kurama groaned in protest, cracks webbing outward like a shattered mirror.
Yet, despite the overwhelming force, Kurama remained composed.
His presence was eerily calm—still as dead water, unmoved by the chaos unfolding around him. While Tsunade's chakra roared like a tempest, he stood firm, expression unwavering.
The clash between them was an illusion of balance. Tsunade's muscles tensed as she pushed, her arms straining against his. Yet, Kurama did not budge, his posture steady as if her strength was meaningless.
Anyone who had ever arm-wrestled knew this—only someone vastly stronger than their opponent could hold such a perfect deadlock without breaking a sweat.
Tsunade frowned.
How the hell...?