Chapter 5 Lost and Found

After a couple of seconds of contemplation, Tsunade's resolve solidified, her gaze unwavering as she faced the handsome figure before her.

"Make my brother live again," she declared, her voice carrying a quiet strength born from training and mature knowledge of the world.

"And I can be your slave if you want." Tsunade added after a pause.

She was acutely aware of her own allure, of the way men her age and older looked at her with desire, but in this moment, such considerations were inconsequential.

For Tsunade, family came above all else, a steadfast beacon of love and loyalty guiding her every action.

She would willingly lay down her own freedom and make the ultimate sacrifice, even if it meant giving up her own life to save her brother from the clutches of Death himself.

With a solemn nod, Tsunade accepted her fate, her heart heavy yet resolute. She knew that her decision carried consequences, but the love she harbored for her brother eclipsed any fear or doubt.

With resolve firm in her heart, Tsunade rose to her feet and took a determined step forward.

She offered herself as a willing sacrifice, prepared to journey into the unknown to save her beloved sibling from the brink of oblivion.

"THUD!" As she moved, a sharp sound echoed through the room—a sudden sound of a kunai falling to the floor broke the tense silence, a stark reminder of the weight of her decision and the challenges that lay ahead.

"You chose well, and so a pact is made," Dante affirmed, his voice carrying the weight of ancient wisdom and solemnity.

With measured steps, he advanced toward the broken form of the young boy, his gaze unwavering as he surveyed the scene before him.

With a graceful motion of his left hand, he invoked the powers that lay dormant within him, setting into motion a sequence of events that would defy the laws of nature itself.

As if responding to his command, the fragmented pieces of flesh, skin, bones, and blood began to stir, drawn together by some unseen force until they coalesced into a semblance of the boy's former self.

It was a sight both awe-inspiring and surreal, a testament to the boundless power that Dante wielded.

But the miracle did not end there. In a burst of ethereal light, a bluish lotus flower erupted from the ground beneath the resurrected figure, its petals unfolding with an otherworldly grace.

The azure glow suffused the chamber, bathing everything in its radiant embrace. Tsunade, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, struggled to open her eyes against the brilliance of the light.

When she finally managed to do so, she beheld the scene before her with a mixture of disbelief and wonder.

The lotus flower, with its iridescent glow, was a fleeting vision, disappearing as quickly as it had appeared, yet leaving behind an indelible impression on her soul.

Then tears welled in her eyes, poised on the brink of cascading down her beautiful, delicate cheeks. She tried to hold it but then they were already competing as they fell in waves from her eyes.

"Sister, what's wrong? Why are you crying? What happened to me?" Nawaki's voice was filled with confusion and concern, but his questions seemed to fall on deaf ears as Tsunade enveloped him in a warm, loving embrace.