As she read, her face dyed red again.

This time I was not drunk, but angry. The nostrils were exhaled aggravated, my chest was undulating, and I squeezed the envelope into a ball with force, and my fists made a creaking sound of bone friction.

Jiraiya, who was sitting next to her, swallowed with difficulty, slightly restless, and her eyes were up and down with Tsunade's chest... The saint could not stand this story even when he watched Tsunade...

‘Jiraiya correction 2%’

‘Jiraiya correction 3%’

"Bastard! Who wrote this? Well?! Jiraiya, where are you looking?!!"

"Ah no, I don't, I'm not..."

"Go to die!!!"

Bang!!!

‘Jiraiya’s correction rate is 4%’

‘Jiraiya’s correction rate is 5%

Obtain free attribute point *1’

"I promised...I won't take my anger."
Chapter completed!