Tsunade sighed heavily, her gaze drifting to the window where the sunlight barely filtered through the overcast sky. The Hokage office was a battlefield of papers, each pile a testament to the unrelenting duties that came with leadership. Her hand reached instinctively for the sake bottle, a small comfort amidst the drudgery, when suddenly, the alarm bells shattered the silence.
Tsunade jumped to her feet, her heart pounding as she slammed the folder shut. The creature outside loomed like a dark omen, its massive form quivering with unnatural energy. "What the hell?!" she exclaimed, the urgency in her voice cutting through the room. She rushed out, determination written across her face.
Tsunade charged forward, her fists clenched with the resolve of a warrior. Her punches landed with thunderous force, the ground shaking beneath her might. Each blow echoed through the village, a testament to her strength as the creature let out a sinister wheeze before collapsing into a pool of slime. "Disgusting," she muttered, wiping the sweat from her brow, unaware of the tiny piece of slime that had slipped past her defenses.
Weeks turned into a blur of growing discomfort for Tsunade, her once-toned stomach slowly rounding into an inexplicable burden. Shizune, her ever-loyal apprentice, watched with concern, the tension between them a silent testament to the changes that neither could explain. "Tsunade-sama, maybe you should see a doctor?" she suggested cautiously, but Tsunade's frustration boiled over into anger.
Tsunade struggled along the winding path, her swollen stomach now a heavy sphere that made every step a challenge. The trees closed in around her, their branches like silent witnesses to her desperation. Orochimaru greeted her with a smirk, his serpentine features barely hiding his interest. "Don't play dumb! Look at my stomach!" she snapped, her patience worn thin.
Orochimaru ran his hands over her belly with a practiced ease, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "You're tense, Tsunade," he noted, his voice a soft hiss as he pressed gently. The tension in her body seemed to respond, a twitch beneath his fingers. "Of course, it's alive, idiot!" she retorted, though the relief from his touch was undeniable.
The village buzzed with speculation, eyes drawn to Tsunade's transformation as she struggled to maintain her composure. Her anger flared at the prying eyes, but deep down, a gnawing fear took hold. "Orochimaru, if I don't get rid of this, I'll kill you!" she growled, her words carrying a promise that hung in the air between them. Yet, Orochimaru only smirked, his hands continuing their slow, deliberate work.
