Although the dream felt exceptionally vivid, Rasa did not entertain any doubts.
At that moment, in a building located thousands of miles away in the Fire Country.
"Ah! Huh!"
A young woman with light yellow hair and a blue-purple mark on her forehead suddenly sat up abruptly from the bed.
After standing up, she tightly covered her ample breasts with both hands, as if guarding against someone.
Her bright brown eyes scanned the surroundings with caution.
"Lady Tsunade, what's wrong?"
Suddenly, the door opened, and a quiet teenage girl walked in nervously.
She looked around left and right, saw nothing unusual, and asked with concern.
"Shizune, I'm fine. I just had... a bad dream."
After saying this, Tsunade waved her hand, signaling Shizune to leave.
Once Shizune had left, she immediately got out of bed, her bare white feet touching the floor, and checked all the windows in the room.
Finding nothing unusual,
Tsunade returned to the bed and covered herself with the blanket.
Only the figure under the blanket moved slightly, as if checking something.
After a few seconds, Tsunade suddenly pulled back the blanket, her face showing a look of relief.
"It was just a dream, not some illusion. My underwear is still there, and there are no marks on my body. When I checked the windows, there were no signs of them being opened from the outside either."
"But this dream was too realistic. Why can I still recall the agonizing sensation of that repulsive rod being forced into my lower body, as if my lower body was about to be torn in two?"
"And Rasa? I have no memory of that name in my mind. Why did it suddenly appear in my dream?"
"And why did I refer to him as my adopted son? I've never adopted any son!"
Tsunade carefully recalled the dream that had filled her with such intense pain and fear. The more she recalled it, the clearer the events of the dream became.
As the most skilled medical ninja, Tsunade knew this was completely irrational!
In ordinary dreams, being able to remember a few vague fragments upon waking is already quite remarkable.
Even with a particularly vivid dream, one can only recall the general events after waking up.
A dream where one can clearly remember everything that happened after waking up, as if it had occurred in reality, is absolutely abnormal!
Thinking of this, the sensation of the man who referred to himself as her adopted son frantically biting and playing with her nipples surged back into Tsunade's body.
Tsunade unconsciously clutched her chest tightly.
But because her breasts were too large, her slender hands could only cover the very tops of them.
At the same time, Tsunade unconsciously clenched her legs together. She just wanted to cry.
She never imagined that the most precious thing she had cherished for forty years would be brutally taken by a stranger in a dream.
Though it was only a dream, Tsunade still felt immense fear and anger.
Sitting on the bed, she curled her body tightly in a protective posture for several minutes before finally stabilizing her emotions.
The dream was too bizarre. Though Tsunade could find no traces of her mind being influenced by genjutsus, and no signs of anyone having entered the room in reality, she still couldn't feel at ease.
Having fought countless battles in her life, Tsunade knew that there was no such thing as such a bizarre coincidence in this world.
Even though she couldn't find any evidence of human intervention, she absolutely refused to believe that this bizarre dream was just a dream.
This dream might be a sign of something that was about to happen to her in the future!
After a few more minutes, Tsunade suddenly raised her head and shouted angrily:
"Shizune, find me any information for any ninja named Rasa! Oh, and a woman named Pakura too"
Shizune, who had been standing quietly outside the door out of concern for her master, heard her master's angry shout from inside the room and felt a pang of anxiety.
Sure enough, as she had suspected, her master was not having an ordinary nightmare!
"Yes, Master!"
At that moment, at the entrance of a house in the Sand Hidden Village.
Jonin Aoki smiled broadly at the crowd gathered around him.
He waved his hand, glancing at the civilians gathered around the houses, and laughed:
"What are you all doing here? Gathering here so early in the morning, one might think something major has happened."
A middle-aged man wearing a Suna's headband on his forehead smiled obsequiously, rubbing his hands together as he flattered:
"Jonin Aoki is renowned throughout the ninja world. After hearing that you would be sparring with Jonin Rasa this morning, we all wanted to see the duel, and witness your prowess."
This flattery was rather mediocre, but Aoki was a simple man to begin with.
His rugged face broke into a flattered smile, as he let out a loud laugh.
Though these men were all unambitious lipspittles, relying on their seniority, and the lack of the Suna shinobi's population to slowly climb their way up to the ranks of Chunin and Special Jonin, their abilities were quite average.
However, due to the circumstances of the Third Kazekage, he had no other options. He couldn't possibly build his own faction right underneath the nose of that man…
Therefore, he had not cultivated many loyal followers, and now only had a few trustworthy individuals at his disposal.
For the time being, using these men as a temporary solution was acceptable.
He ran his fingers through his beard, which he had carefully groomed that morning, and slowly surveyed the dozen or so ninja surrounding him. Finally, he nodded:
"You're all very wise, and loyal. Don't worry; I won't forget this favor in the future."
After making this simple, straightforward promise,
Aoki led the way out, and the crowd automatically parted to make a path. Aoki could already imagine it, with him as Kazekage, Pakura might finally reciprocate his feelings.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Aoki looked toward the Horizon with determination. He has a brat to discipline.