Anime Girls are Moist

Chapter 1118 1,117: Senju Nawaki's Resurrection, Conquered Sakura

When Rei Ao's words fell, the room went terrifyingly quiet.

That line—"Desire is the ticket in."—sounded light, but it hit Haruno Sakura so hard her chest went numb.

Voluntary.

Yeah. She was the one who pressed "Agree."

Back then, her head was nothing but four words—keep Sasuke here—and everything else burned away.

Thinking about it now, it really felt like she'd been bewitched.

Did she regret it?

A little, maybe. But more than that… she'd accepted it.

In Rei Ao's words… it was like her body had been conquered.

It was shameless and humiliating to even think that, but the truth seemed to be exactly that.

Tsunade didn't speak. She watched Sakura's shoulders tremble like a leaf in the wind, then looked at Rei Ao's face—blank, unreadable.

A chill shot up Tsunade's spine.

She suddenly remembered the contract she'd signed—the dense, endless clauses.

That long explanation that followed "everything," the part she'd dismissed as legal fluff… now, every single word felt icy.

"So the 'everything' you wanted includes… this?" Tsunade jabbed a finger at the chaotic, degrading mess in front of her. She was forcing her voice down, but the anger was already seeping out between her teeth.

"Includes all of it," Rei Ao answered instantly, without a stutter.

"Body. Soul. Memory. Feelings. And those intangible future possibilities. Anything that can be called 'Haruno Sakura'—it's mine now."

He paused, the matter-of-factness of his tone making a person want to punch him.

"My property. Do I need to file a report on how I use it?"

His… property…

Sakura lowered her head even further, cheeks burning.

Tsunade choked on the words.

She wanted to argue—she really did—but her mouth opened and not a single syllable came out.

No one understood the coercive force of a contract better than she did.

That thing didn't care about worldly notions of right and wrong. It was its own law.

And yet the fire in her chest only burned hotter.

Something about this was wrong.

The more she thought about it, the more twisted this "deal" felt.

"What do you even want?" Tsunade's voice sank, like thunder muffled behind a storm.

"Collecting these 'prices'—does it make you ascend or something?"

This time, Rei Ao finally let go of Sakura.

Sakura's legs gave out; she slid down the wall and sat on the floor.

Rei Ao, meanwhile, stood up like nothing happened and wandered to the window.

Outside, Konoha's morning light was perfect—bright, lively, the whole village glowing with life.

"What do I want?"

He repeated it as if it were an amusing question, tilting his head to think.

"If I have to say… entertainment, I guess? Watching you people throw everything you have at it—pretty interesting."

He turned back. The morning light shone from behind him, leaving his face in shadow, his features slightly blurred.

"I make wishes come true, and I collect payment. Whether the wish is stupid, whether the payment hurts—that's not my problem."

His tone was flat, like he was reading instructions.

"You ninja take missions—do you sit around wondering whether the mission itself is fair? You accept it, you finish it."

"Bullshit! How is that the same?!" Tsunade nearly roared.

"This is a person! A living, breathing person! Not some tool!"

"On the scales of a transaction, there's no difference."

Rei Ao's gaze swept over Sakura, then returned to Tsunade's tightly drawn face.

"You're angry because you're seeing the concrete misery in front of you—not just the dry words 'the price' on a page, right?"

He stepped forward half a pace, voice not loud, but every word drilled straight into her ears.

"Then let me ask you, Tsunade—your mind was full of Nawaki coming back, wasn't it? When you said you'd wager everything… did you really weigh how heavy 'everything' is?"

Boom—

It felt like something exploded inside Tsunade's head.

That ruthless resolve from the moment she signed—looking back now, it was all ice underneath.

To bring Nawaki back, to fill that bleeding hole in her heart… what exactly had she put on the table?

The delayed, creeping panic was more frightening than being screamed at by Senju Tobirama.

The air in the room felt solid, heavy enough to choke on.

In that dead silence—

Sakura suddenly lifted her head.

She looked at Tsunade. Her lips moved, and her voice was so small it was like a mosquito's buzz:

"Lady Tsunade… you—you don't mean you also…"

…sold yourself too?

She didn't finish the sentence, but the meaning sat plainly in her eyes—shock, and a faint, pitiful hope.

Tsunade met Sakura's gaze, and every prepared scolding—every line she'd planned as Hokage and as an elder—caught in her throat and burned.

The anger was still crackling.

But beneath it, something more real, more bone-cold, rose up.

It wasn't anger.

It was that bleak chill of rabbit dead, fox mourning—the dread of seeing your own fate reflected in someone else.

For a moment, Tsunade had an absurd illusion:

She and Sakura—and anyone else who might fall into this pit—were like fools thrashing in deep water.

The thing they fought to grab wasn't a branch on the shore, but weeds reaching up from the bottom, wrapping around them and dragging them down.

The room was brightly lit, and yet it felt freezing.

Tsunade clenched her fist, nails biting into her palm.

It hurt.

Then, slowly, she loosened her grip.

She glanced at Rei Ao.

His profile was calm, almost entertained—like he was watching a show.

She'd jumped into this pit herself, without hesitation.

Now she not only knew she was trapped at the bottom—she could see other people in the neighboring pit, filthy and shaken.

Wonderful.

Run? How? Nawaki's life was still staked on this.

Tsunade drew a deep breath, crushed the mess of emotions down hard, lifted her chin, and stared straight at Rei Ao.

"Enough with the useless crap. Where's Nawaki? When are you reviving him?"

The corner of Rei Ao's mouth curved, but he didn't answer. He just raised a hand and snapped his fingers—casually.

Snap.

A light sound.

A glowing screen suddenly unfolded in front of Tsunade, like a movie projection.

On it was her home—her living room a little messy, exactly as it had been when she left yesterday.

Then a figure stumbled out from an inner room.

Short brown hair. A youthful face, still foggy with sleep.

He rubbed his eyes, looked around, and muttered, "Weird… didn't I die?"

It was Nawaki.

Alive—moving, speaking, real.

Not that dead, hollow look of Edo Tensei. Not a corpse pretending to breathe.

A living person.

The screen flickered once and vanished.

The room returned to normal, as if the whole thing had been a shared hallucination.

"Well? You saw it." Rei Ao spread his hands.

"Your little brother—revived, genuine, delivered right to your home. You can go back right now and… check the goods."

Tsunade's heart hammered like a drum.

She'd seen it with her own eyes.

It was so real.