This ninja in Naruto is unscientific

Chapter 90 Bet

In the bright sunshine of the morning in the Land of Hot Springs, seabirds were calling noisily outside the window.

Hangover Tsunade rubbed her head, which felt like it was about to split open, and sat up from the tatami mat.

Although she earned enough for treatment yesterday, she drank until midnight to celebrate.

"Water... Mute, give me water..."

"Tsunade called out hoarsely."

"Good morning, Lady Tsunade. The water is here."

It wasn't Xiao Jingyin who handed over the water glass, but Nishikawa Tetsu with a fake smile.

Tsunade took the cup and was about to put it in her mouth when she suddenly froze.

The liquid in the glass wasn't clear water, but a viscous, dark red, even clinging eerily to the sides of the glass. In the morning light, it took on a chilling hue.

"What...what is this?"

Tsunade's pupils contracted slightly, and her hand holding the cup began to tremble involuntarily, replaced by a physiological aversion ingrained in her bones.

"This is a special hangover remedy that I call 'A Little Red'."

Nishikawa Tetsu rambled on without batting an eye. In reality, it was tomato juice mixed with strawberry jam, thickened with edible gum and a trace amount of iron. Apart from being a bit too sweet, it looked almost exactly like blood.

"Rich in vitamins and electrolytes, it's incredibly effective against hangovers. Want a sip?"

Nishikawa Tetsu, like a devilish doctor trying to coax a patient into taking medicine, pushed the cup forward.

[Option A: Systematic Desensitization Method – Begin.]

A smell similar to rust entered Tsunade's nostrils.

"Take...take it away!"

Tsunade's breathing became rapid, and her stomach churned violently.

The red liquid seemed to come alive in her eyes, transforming into the blood gushing from the ruptured blood vessels, and into those blood-stained hands that could not save lives.

"Snapped!"

Tsunade suddenly waved her hand, and the cup flew out, smashing against the wall and shattering.

Red liquid splattered all over the wall, like a bursting flower of blood.

"Huff... huff..."

Tsunade huddled in the blankets, her face as pale as paper, cold sweat pouring down her forehead.

Startled, Shizune quickly hugged the piglet and hid to the side, crying out, "Lady Tsunade! Are you alright?"

Nishikawa Tetsu looked at the red stain on the wall, but instead of getting angry, he calmly took out a small notebook and wrote it down:

"Visual evoked strong reactions, olfactory evoked moderately. The patient had an extremely strong aversion to red, viscous liquids and was even unable to make rational taste distinctions. Option A was effective, but resistance was too high, so it failed."

He closed the notebook, turned around and looked at Tsunade, who looked terrified. His expression instantly changed to one of apology.

"I'm sorry, Lady Tsunade, it seems this drink isn't to your liking, but..."

Nishikawa Toru pointed to the stains on the wall and the broken glass on the floor.

"These are high-end custom-made water cups from the hotel. Including the wall cleaning fee, the compensation will probably be 150,000 taels."

Upon hearing the word "compensation," Tsunade's unfocused gaze sharpened slightly.

"One hundred and fifty thousand taels? Why don't you just rob someone?"

Although she made three million taels yesterday, 150,000 taels is not much for her now, but this price is obviously abnormal. She is just a fat sheep, not a fool.

"So I've prepared an opportunity for you to make money."

As if by magic, Nishikawa Tetsu pulled out three black wooden boxes from behind his back and placed them in a row on the table.

[Option C: Gambler's Trap - Begin.]

"There are three blind boxes here."

Nishikawa Tetsu's voice was seductive, like a casino dealer luring in a fat sheep.

"In one of the boxes was a 100,000 tael silver note. The other two boxes... contained some instruments of punishment."

"The rules are simple: you reach in and touch the banknotes. If you find the banknotes, the money is yours, and I'll cover the compensation. If you find the punishment item, you just need to hold it for five seconds without letting go, and the round is a draw, and I'll still pay the compensation for you."

"How about it? This is a 50/50 chance of winning and a 20/30 chance of breaking even."

Tsunade stared at the three boxes, her gambler's DNA stirring.

One hundred thousand taels... Although it wasn't much, the thrill of winning big with a small investment instantly released dopamine in her, temporarily suppressing her earlier fear.

"Hmph, brat, you want to bet with me?"

Tsunade sat up straight, forcing a weak aura: "I am the legendary..."

"The legendary fat sheep," Nishikawa Tetsu silently added in his mind.

"Which one should we choose?" Nishikawa Tetsu asked.

Tsunade stared intently at the three boxes, trying to use her ninja intuition to make a judgment.

The one in the middle? No, that's too obvious.

The one on the left? That disgusting drink was handed to me by the left hand. What bad luck.

"The right! I choose the right!"

Tsunade pointed to the box on the far right.

"Please." Nishikawa Tetsu gestured for them to proceed, but the smile on his lips was impossible to hide.

Tsunade took a deep breath and reached her hand into the black velvet opening at the top of the box.

The inside of the box was pitch black; you couldn't see anything and could only rely on touch.

Her fingers explored carefully.

Suddenly, my fingertips touched something warm, slippery, and sticky.

That feel...

It's like internal organs just pulled out of the chest cavity, or a wound that's still bleeding.

"This is……"

Tsunade's brain went blank for a moment.

The excitement brought by dopamine was completely overwhelmed at this moment by cortisol, which is called "fear".

It's not just about touch, it's about awakening memories.

Kato's severed chest, the huge hole in his chest... Nawaki's abdomen, blown apart by the explosive tags...

Those clumps of warm, viscous flesh and blood, representing the passing of life.

"Ahhhhh!"

Tsunade let out a piercing scream and jerked her hand away as if she had been electrocuted.

The box was overturned because of the large movement.

"Clatter".

A sphere filled with warm tomato sauce fell to the ground and exploded, splashing red juice onto Tsunade's feet.

"Blood...blood...it's all blood..."

Tsunade clutched her head, slid off the chair, and huddled in the corner.

She was trembling violently, her pupils were dilated, and her breathing was so rapid that she seemed to be suffocating.

"Broken... Rope Tree... Don't die... Don't leave me..."

She murmured incoherently. At this moment, she was no longer the powerful Sannin, but just a pitiful woman haunted by nightmares of the past.

Shizune ran over crying and hugged Tsunade: "Lady Tsunade! That's ketchup! It's fake! It's not blood!"

But Tsunade couldn't hear her at all; she was already caught in a deep stress response.

Nishikawa Tetsu stood aside, watching this scene, and the smile on his face completely disappeared.

"Tactile evoked response: extremely strong."

"The time it takes for a person's psychological defenses to break down is less than one second."

Conclusion: Simple incentives cannot cover up deep-seated traumas; the gambler's mentality will instantly fail in the face of absolute fear.

Nishikawa Tetsu sighed and took out a tranquilizer from his bag.

"Give her an injection and let her sleep for a while."

"You...you've gone too far!" Shizune stood in front of Nishikawa Tetsu, protecting Tsunade who was gripped by fear.

With teary eyes, she stared at Nishikawa Tetsu: "Why are you torturing Lady Tsunade like this?"

"Move aside, this is treatment. You don't want Lady Tsunade to continue living like this, do you?" Nishikawa Tetsu pointed behind him.

"And besides, can you bear to watch Lady Tsunade be consumed by fear?"

"If the scar isn't torn open, the pus and blood inside will never drain away completely, and she can't hide forever."

Xiao Jingyin doesn't understand these words yet, but she can sense that the person in front of her has good intentions.

"Then...then I'll do it." She took the sedative from Nishikawa Tetsuya and slowly injected it into Tsunade.

Soon, Tsunade collapsed limply onto the tatami mat.

Nishikawa Tetsu looked at Tsunade, who had fallen into a deep sleep and still had tear stains on her eyes.

Both Plan A and Plan C failed, or rather, their effects were too drastic, causing the patient to break down.

"It seems we'll have to use another approach."

"However, it is still necessary to continue to try Option A. This option is not going to produce immediate results, and it will be more effective if it is integrated into daily life."