Naruto: Not a Ninja, the System

Despite the tension in the room, one thing was clear—Tsunade hadn't come with hostile intent. If she had, then with her strength, Jaxon might have already been dead.

Still, her sudden, silent appearance had left everyone shaken.

"How did you get in without the Uzumaki Clan noticing?" Jaxon asked, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

That was the biggest question on his mind. The Uzumaki Clan's sensory abilities were among the most powerful in the world. Two of them had been assigned to maintain rotating shifts, keeping watch even in their sleep. Their chakra perception worked like ripples—always active, always vigilant.

So how had Tsunade managed to bypass that net?

Tsunade smirked, her voice steady and calm. "You're underestimating your surroundings. Don't forget—my grandmother was from the Uzumaki Clan. I know their sensory habits better than most. Besides, this is Konoha, not a battlefield. No one can spread their perception with full precision here without drawing suspicion or chakra backlash."

She stepped forward, each step measured, but strangely heavy—as if weighed down by the burden of her thoughts.

Her gaze swept over Whirlpool True and the other guards now standing on high alert. Her expression was unreadable—sharp, calculating, and just a little… wary.

Though she looked composed, her heart was anything but. Tsunade understood that if a real fight broke out here, things could spiral out of control. And honestly, in a full-scale battle to the death, she might not have the upper hand—not against these elite survivors from the Whirlpool Clan and their mysterious leader.

She sighed softly, not letting it show.

Before anything else could escalate, Jaxon raised his hand. His voice was calm but firm, slicing through the tension like a blade.

"Everyone, return to your rooms. There's no danger here."

He didn't raise his voice, but the subtle authority in it made it impossible to ignore.

Still, Xuanwo Yunnai didn't budge.

She moved to Jaxon's side immediately, standing between him and Tsunade, her eyes cold and full of suspicion.

Though Tsunade hadn't made a threatening move, Yunnai wasn't the kind to take chances—not when their leader's safety was on the line.

"Yun Nai," Jaxon said, glancing at her.

She hesitated.

He gave her a small smile, noticing she was still in her sleepwear—obviously thrown into this situation before she'd fully prepared herself.

"Go rest. I'll be fine," he said softly.

Reluctantly, Yunnai gave a final glare at Tsunade, then withdrew along with the others. Soon, only the two remained in the dim room.

Jaxon moved to the sofa, threw on a jacket over his bare chest, and poured himself a glass of water. Taking a slow sip, he looked up at the woman seated across from him.

"So," he began casually, "what made you drop by in the middle of the night?"

Tsunade sat opposite him, arms crossed, eyes locked on him.

She didn't answer immediately. Then, her voice came—direct, cold, and without an ounce of hesitation.

"I don't know what your purpose is in coming to Konoha… but let me be clear—stay away from Kushina. If you lay a finger on her, even you won't leave this village alive."

Jaxon raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

"I'm not interested in that girl," he said plainly. "Our meeting was purely coincidental. Don't read too much into it."

Tsunade's eyes narrowed, not convinced.

But Jaxon suddenly paused, as if something had just clicked in his mind.

His face changed instantly.

The calm, laid-back demeanor he'd worn moments before vanished, replaced by a strange, almost eerie focus. His expression twisted, not in anger, but as if a complex realization had just unraveled itself in his mind.

He slowly placed the glass down on the table with a soft clink, his fingers trembling slightly.

Then he leaned forward and looked Tsunade dead in the eye.

"Instead of worrying about me and Kushina," he said quietly, "maybe you should be asking something else."

Tsunade blinked.

Jaxon's next words fell like thunder.

"From what I've gathered… someone in Konoha is secretly experimenting with your grandfather's cells—Senju Hashirama's."

Tsunade stiffened.

For a moment, the blood drained from her face.

Her fists clenched, her body trembled—but not with rage. It was disbelief. And fear.

"What the hell are you talking about?" she snapped, her voice rising with fury.

She stood up, her fists shaking, ready to strike if this turned out to be some cruel lie.

But Jaxon remained seated, entirely unfazed.

He smirked. "Don't believe me? Doesn't matter. I'm just passing along what I heard."

He leaned back, propped one leg over the other, and lounged on the sofa like he owned the place.

Tsunade gritted her teeth.

What he'd said—she wanted to dismiss it. She needed to. But she couldn't.

Because deep down, part of her already feared it might be true.

Jaxon had planted the seed—and now, it would grow.

He watched her closely. He didn't need her to act on it now. All he needed was for her to doubt.

And that alone would be enough to start reshaping the future.

"You say you don't believe me," he said casually, "but you've already started thinking, haven't you?"

He chuckled again, standing up and walking over to the window.

"Hashirama Senju—the God of Shinobi. The man who single-handedly brought peace to the warring clans. That level of power? It's addicting. It's terrifying. And it's… tempting."

He turned back to her, his voice soft now.

"But look at Konoha's current leadership. The Third Hokage's strength isn't even at its peak anymore. And those elders—Danzo, Homura, Koharu—they're all Jonin-level at best."

He paused. "So, who's most suitable to experiment with Hashirama's cells?"

Tsunade said nothing.

But her expression said everything.

She'd already guessed the answer.

And she didn't like it.

Without question, only someone from the Senju Clan—her own clan—would be compatible enough to serve as a test subject for Hashirama's cells.

If the experiments worked, they might recreate a monster of power.

But if they failed…

Then the test subject would die.

And in the long, slow decline of the Senju bloodline, how many had already been sacrificed?

Jaxon watched her fists tremble.

He saw the redness in her eyes.

Good. She was almost there.

This war—the so-called Second Shinobi World War—had already cost the Senju dearly. Most of those who hadn't changed their names or left the Village had died on the battlefield.

Now, whispers and secrets from the deepest parts of the Village were surfacing, and Jaxon was the one dragging them into the light.

He didn't need to prove anything.

He just needed the right person to start asking the wrong questions.

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As Tsunade stood there in stunned silence, Jaxon returned to the sofa, exhaled slowly, and looked up at the ceiling.

"I'm not your enemy, Tsunade," he said finally. "But neither am I your ally."

She didn't reply.

Jaxon leaned his head back, eyes closed.

"Just think about it. That's all."

Tsunade stayed for a few more moments, then silently turned and left.

The door clicked shut behind her.

Jaxon slowly opened his eyes again, and the corner of his mouth curled into a satisfied smirk.

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