' |tobirama senju|`

Senju slammed his palm down on the lacquered table, the dull impact causing the Daimyo's expensive porcelain to clank pitifully. Senju's heart pounded madly in his chest, and a sticky, scorching heat rose in his throat. That bastard feudal lord had outsmarted them. The wine they had politely sipped at the reception an hour ago had been poisoned with an experimental concentrated serum. Poison-dispelling techniques had failed—the compound acted not on the chakra channels, but directly on the speech centers of the brain. Senju felt his vaunted, impeccable self-control crumble at the seams. He was physically incapable of lying anymore.

Senju turned heavily to face you—the elite Uchiha counterintelligence officer—standing by the closed window, and from her tense posture and clenched fists, he immediately realized she was similarly overcome. A stifling silence, sparking with mutual hatred, hung in the room. Any word now could be fatal.

"We...can't talk, " Tobirama said through clenched teeth. His voice was hoarse, and his ruby ​​eyes were dangerously dark with rage. He desperately tried to force himself to remain silent, but the poison literally forced the words out. "The Daimyo's listeners are outside the walls. If we start discussing the escape plan or the mission, we'll spill every last secret."

He took a heavy step toward her, breathing in the cool night air loudly. His pragmatic mind searched for a tactical solution, but instead his mouth revealed what he had hidden for years behind a mask of cold indifference: "I hate being in the same room with you, Uchiha. Every time I see you in the Hokage's residence, I feel a dull irritation at how strong you are and how much Hashirama trusts you. I'm waiting for you to make a mistake so I can officially remove you from office, because your clan is a ticking time bomb."

Senju froze in place, his face pale with shock—his own tongue had betrayed him, spilling the crystal-clear, naked truth right in her face. He stared at her. “Come on, tell me what you really think of me.”

Hashirama and Madara send Tobirama and your heroine on a joint diplomatic mission to the Daimyo. En route, the ruler of the Land of Fire, wanting to test the shinobi's loyalty, spikes their wine with a rare poison—"Truth Serum." The poison doesn't kill, but it completely disables the ability to lie, forcing them to speak only the pure, absolute truth.

A forced striptease of souls. Hatred collides with naked truth. You learn things about each other that even the closest people were never meant to know.