That Day When Suzuki-kun Wasn't the Mob-B!

”Alright, we’re done here. Let’s go talk at that tea shop across the street.”

Suzuki didn’t have the patience to waste any more time in this rundown gambling den. He knew exactly the kind of scum that places like this attracted, and he had no desire to mingle with them.

”Oi, oi. Isn’t it a bit too early to leave?”

”Yeah, you just got here! You should stay and play for a bit, right?”

”Come on, we’re all friends here. We can play a few games... and maybe wager something else?”

A group of rough-looking gamblers stepped into the doorway, blocking their exit. Their leering, greedy eyes swept over Tsunade’s massive chest, Shizune’s cute figure, and Yugao’s alluring curves. A few of them even cast dirty looks at Suzuki’s thick stack of cash.

Tsunade, Shizune, and Yugao all frowned, their expressions darkening with disgust. This was the reality of the criminal underbelly.

However, Suzuki had absolutely zero tolerance for this cliché.

Suddenly, the ambient temperature in the room spiked exponentially. Within seconds, the air grew so blisteringly hot it felt as though they were standing at the edge of an active volcano.

While the thugs were too slow to realize what was happening, Tsunade’s survival instincts flared. She froze in a daze for a split second before screaming, ”WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!”

But it was already too late.

Reacting with terrifying speed, Tsunade and Yugao grabbed Shizune and vaulted backward, smashing straight through the wooden walls to escape the building!

Suzuki didn’t hesitate. He unleashed his jutsu directly inside the cramped room.

”Fire Release: Firestorm!”

Violent, roaring flames erupted from his entire body. The concentrated fire spun into a devastating, localized hurricane, entirely engulfing the gamblers and the building.

KA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!

The massive firestorm blew the roof clean off. The dilapidated gambling den exploded into a towering pillar of flame, reducing the building—and the city’s most ruthless local gang—to absolute ash in a matter of seconds.

Outside, everyone in the street could only stare in paralyzed terror at the blazing inferno.

Tsunade and Shizune hadn’t even fully recovered their footing when they saw Suzuki casually strolling out from the heart of the flames. He was completely unscathed, brushing a speck of ash off his shoulder as if he hadn’t just committed casual arson.

”Do you have time to talk now?” Suzuki asked smoothly, stopping in front of Tsunade.

”...Who the hell are you?” Tsunade demanded, her eyes wide with shock.

”I am Suzuki Tanaka. The new disciple of the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi. Nice to meet you.”

Tsunade stood perfectly still in a daze. She couldn’t believe her ears. This was the first time she had heard that her stubborn old teacher had taken on a new student. She shot a questioning look at Yugao, who offered a swift, confirming nod.

”....”

Tsunade took a deep breath, pointing a shaking finger at the blazing ruins. ”For starters, can you put out the damn fire?!”

”Sure.”

Suzuki casually snapped his fingers, and the raging flames instantly snuffed out, leaving only a smoking crater.

Smack!

Tsunade’s fist slammed down hard onto the top of his head!

”Ouch!” Suzuki grabbed his head, glaring up at her furiously. ”What the hell was that for, Grandma?!”

Tick!

A thick vein violently bulged on Tsunade’s forehead. Pure, unadulterated rage rolled off her body in waves. ”I AM GOING TO SPANK YOUR BARE BOTTOM UNTIL IT BLEEDS, YOU ARROGANT BRAT!”

”Bring it on. Let me see just how powerful one of the Legendary Sannin really is.”

Suzuki refused to back down, tilting his chin up haughtily, acting exactly like an overconfident prodigy ready to topple a giant.

”YOU LITTLE SHIT!”

”TSUNADE-SAMA, WAIT!” Shizune shrieked.

Even though Tsunade held back the vast majority of her monstrous strength, the air around her grew suffocatingly heavy as she launched a devastating punch straight at his face!

Yet, Suzuki’s focus didn’t waver. As her fist closed the distance, his entire body relaxed, going completely limp—almost like a sheet of paper caught in a breeze. Instead of trying to block the overwhelming force, he moved with it. His hands moved with blinding speed, wrapping around her extended arm and slipping under her armpit, perfectly manipulating her momentum to shatter her center of balance.

”Eh?”

Tsunade gasped in absolute bewilderment as her feet suddenly left the ground. She felt her immense strength rendered useless as she was effortlessly flipped over his shoulder.

Ippon Seoi Nage.

Once again, Suzuki relied on the flawless mechanics of Judo. Tsunade might possess god-like physical strength, but gravity played no favorites. Striking her would hurt his own hands, but using the earth as a blunt weapon was sheer elegance.

Yet, just as everyone braced for a bone-shattering impact, Suzuki gently guided her to the ground, laying her down softly instead of slamming her.

”So, can we talk calmly now?” Suzuki asked, dusting off his hands.

Unfortunately, he had severely underestimated just how incredibly petty the Slug Princess could be.

The moment he let his guard down, Tsunade struck. Like an angry python, she lunged up and wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him into a vice-like bear hug!

”Don’t you dare act arrogant with me, brat!” Tsunade growled, holding him tight. ”I won’t be satisfied until you learn your lesson! That old monkey might indulge you, but I won’t! As your senior, I’m going to discipline you right here and now!”

Suzuki immediately began to thrash, struggling desperately to escape. But it was impossible. He couldn’t breathe. Tsunade had buried his entire face squarely into her impossibly massive, suffocatingly soft cleavage. It felt like he was drowning in a heavenly, terrifying quagmire of plush flesh. Her arms locked around him, rendering his judo completely useless.

”Hahahaha!” Tsunade laughed happily, thoroughly enjoying the sight of the arrogant prodigy struggling helplessly against her chest.

”.....” Shizune and Yugao watched in stunned silence.

But Suzuki wasn’t struggling because it was painful. He was panicking because his body was reacting! The sensation of her heavy, fragrant assets pressing against his face, combined with the heat of her thighs locked around his waist, was catastrophic for his self-control. After everything that had happened with Yugao last night, his body was already highly sensitive. If he got an erection while pressed against the Legendary Sannin, his pride would be annihilated!

No, no, no! Don’t react! Please, stay down! he begged his little brother.

Oblivious to his internal crisis, Tsunade kept laughing triumphantly. ”Hahaha, give up! You’ve got some good moves, kid, but that’s it! Against my grip, your little tricks mean nothing! Now apologize! Call me a beautiful big sister, and I might just forgive you!”

”...L-let go...” Suzuki muffled into her cleavage.

”Apologize and call me your beautiful big sister first!”

Suddenly, Suzuki stopped struggling. His entire body went completely limp against her.

”Huh?”

Tsunade blinked, her triumphant smile fading. Had she squeezed too hard? Did she accidentally choke the kid out by suffocating him in her chest?

Feeling a sudden pang of guilt, she prepared to loosen her grip. She actually had a soft spot for arrogant brats with potential. But just as she shifted her hips, she froze.

Something incredibly hard, hot, and distinctly massive was aggressively poking straight into her lower belly.

”....” Tsunade.

”....” Suzuki.

Suzuki was drowning in unparalleled humiliation. His face, still trapped in her cleavage, was burning as red as a tomato. He wanted the earth to swallow him whole.

Tsunade stared down at the trembling, thoroughly embarrassed boy. The shock faded, replaced by a highly amused, teasing smirk. She gently patted the back of his head.

”It’s fine, kid. Don’t worry. It’s a completely normal reaction,” she purred, her voice dripping with amusement.

”Shut up!” Suzuki hissed, desperately trying to pull away.

”No, really, it’s fine! Getting hard at your age when a beautiful woman hugs you is perfectly natural, you know?”

”...You absolute menace.”

”Do you want me to check your size while we’re at it? Let’s see just how much you’ve grown. After all, if it’s too small—”

Tsunade paused mid-sentence as she fully registered the sheer, undeniable dimensions of what was pressing against her stomach.

Before she could say another word, Suzuki forcefully broke free, scrambling away at top speed, desperately searching for a cold river to jump into.

”Suzuki-kun, wait for me!”

Yugao immediately gave chase. But before she left, she stopped, turned to Tsunade and Shizune, offered a very deep, highly apologetic bow, and then sprinted after the flustered boy.

”...What just happened, Tsunade-sama?” Shizune asked innocently, holding her pig.

Tsunade stared in the direction Suzuki had run, a complex, slightly flushed smile playing on her lips.

”A beast...”

”What?”

”Nothing.”

Yep, it was nothing. For an innocent girl like Shizune, it was better left unsaid.

Then again, Tsunade was technically single herself. But looking back at the smoldering crater of the gambling den, and remembering the impressive, commanding presence he hid beneath his yukata, Tsunade finally understood exactly why her old sensei had chosen this specific boy to inherit his legacy.