Yoruha stepped into the other side of the hot spring pool. This hot spring inn was noticeably more upscale than the one they had stayed at before. However, there were far fewer people.
So, both hot spring pools were empty. Although it was a mixed bath, since there were two pools, anyone with a bit of decency wouldn't actually mix bathe. This was Yoruha's first time experiencing a hot spring since arriving in this world.
Lying in the hot spring pool, with mist swirling all around, there was an ethereal feeling in the air.
Yoruha leaned against the edge of the pool, closed his eyes, and started thinking about space-time ninjutsu.
Yoruha had always wanted to develop a type of space-time ninjutsu, not the kind used for movement, but a combat-oriented one.
Learning ninjutsu was never difficult for Yoruha, but developing one, especially a high-level space-time ninjutsu, was indeed very troublesome.
Moreover, the space-time ninjutsu Yoruha wanted to develop was extremely powerful, with high casting requirements, and it needed to consume very little chakra.
If ordinary people knew about these requirements, they would think Yoruha was daydreaming, believing it to be impossible.
Even Yoruha himself found it challenging, but he didn't think it was unachievable because he already had some ideas.
Once he developed this ninjutsu, Yoruha believed there would be no opponents for him in the ninja world. Lost in thought while leaning against the pool, Yoruha actually fell asleep.
When he sensed someone approaching, he opened his eyes. The scene before him left him dumbfounded. "Wow, impressive~" "Ah, you jerk, go to hell!"
Yoruha was jolted awake by a scream. Looking up, he saw a fist right in front of him. "Buzz" "Boom" The energy from the punch shattered the stones at the edge of the hot spring pool.
The pool erupted with water splashes several meters high. By this time, Yoruha had already appeared on the shore, draped in a bathrobe. He watched as two women jumped out of the pool.
Yoruha's mouth twitched slightly. "Looks like I need to develop an active sensory-type ninjutsu." As Yoruha thought this, the two women were already in front of him, fists raised. "Bang" "Crack" Yoruha calmly caught the two fists, which contained terrifying power.
The ground beneath Yoruha's feet had already collapsed, with cracks spreading out like a spider web for over ten meters.
Yet Yoruha steadily caught both fists. "Ladies, can we talk this out? Coming in with such heavy hands right away is a bit much, don't you think?"
"I didn't do it on purpose. Didn't you check if anyone was inside before coming in?" Yoruha looked at the two blonde beauties in front of him, feeling a bit helpless.
However, the two women weren't listening to Yoruha at all. All they wanted now was to kill him. Whether Yoruha did it on purpose or not, who cared? They had lost all reason by now.
"Brat, die!" Having caught one punch, the two women swung their other fists. Despite looking like ordinary fists, they contained terrifying power, which Yoruha could clearly feel.
Yoruha felt a bit helpless. Although the punches from the two women carried immense strength, they were nothing to Yoruha.
Not knowing how to convince the two women that it wasn't intentional, Yoruha transformed into a golden flash of lightning and vanished right before their eyes just as their fists were about to strike him.
Seeing Yoruha flee, the two women exchanged a glance and immediately followed.
Yoruha dashed out of the hot spring inn and headed towards the hills behind the small town. He had no choice; he didn't want anyone else to know about this incident.
Tsunade and Shizune were right by the hot spring pool, and if they found out, who knew if they would think of him as a pervert.
So Yoruha had to ensure that no one knew about this. The fact that the two women could sense Yoruha's escape route was certainly intentional on his part.
Otherwise, if Yoruha had used the Flying Thunder God Technique to leave, they wouldn't have been able to find him at all.
Yoruha ran for a long time, covering dozens of kilometers outside the town before finally stopping in a forest. Leaning against a large tree, his expression was calm, showing no signs of fatigue despite the long run.
Once Yoruha stopped, the two women blocked his retreat, one in front and one behind.
Looking at them, Yoruha said seriously, "I need to explain myself. It was absolutely not intentional, and the fault lies with you, not me.
Who told you not to check if there were others in the hot spring pool? It's a mixed bath, after all. It's your responsibility to check." Yoruha first asserted that he was not at fault.
In truth, he wasn't wrong; he hadn't meant to see anything. Seeing Yoruha's righteous demeanor, the two women became even more furious. "You brat, regardless of the circumstances, you saw something you shouldn't have. If you apologize, we might just teach you a lesson, but you dare to be so arrogant."
"Then you can just die." With that, the two women charged at Yoruha, attacking from both sides.
The short-haired blonde kunoichi clenched her fist, which was wrapped in arcs of lightning. She struck at Yoruha with great force. Her speed was fast, but to Yoruha, it seemed slow.
He felt helpless; these two had lost their reason, and no matter how he explained, they wouldn't believe him.
Just as the short-haired blonde kunoichi's fist was about to hit Yoruha, she felt a surge of joy, thinking,
"At this speed, you can't possibly react, right?" But just as her fist was about to touch Yoruha, he suddenly disappeared from her sight.
Before the short-haired blonde kunoichi could react, Yoruha appeared behind her. "Thud," a hand chop landed on the back of her neck. In an instant, the short-haired blonde kunoichi saw darkness and lost consciousness.
"Thud," her unconscious body fell limply. Yoruha caught her around the waist to prevent her from hitting the ground hard, which could have ruined her face even if it didn't cause serious injury.
Although this woman was somewhat unreasonable, Yoruha couldn't stand seeing something beautiful destroyed before him.
At that moment, the other blonde kunoichi with a ponytail appeared in front of Yoruha, swinging a punch at his face.
Just as Yoruha was about to catch it with one hand, sharp claws suddenly extended from the kunoichi's fist. They were fast. "Ding," "Screech~" As the claws were about to pierce Yoruha's face, a golden lightning mask formed over his face.
The claws clashed against the mask, creating sparks and lightning, like metal striking metal. The kunoichi's eyes narrowed slightly, "This guy is strong." Yoruha also frowned, "This woman is a bit strange."
In that instant, both were surprised by each other's abilities. The kunoichi, unsuccessful in her attack, swung her fists again.
This time, both her fists had long, sharp claws, each over ten centimeters long, incredibly sharp and hard.