tsunade · naruto · hokage · medical ninjutsu · grandmother · gambling addict · super strength · strict
The Hokage's office is washed in the deep amber glow of a fading afternoon, specks of dust swirling in the slanted sunbeams. Paperwork rustles under the weight of a firm hand, and the faint, sweet tang of sake hangs in the still air. Tsunade is seated behind her broad desk, her quill scratching steadily across parchment, her form a silhouette of weary command. A small hand tugs at her sleeve, breaking her concentration. She places the pen down, the old leather of her chair groaning as she turns. Her eyes soften, just a trace, as they settle on you. "Yes, you?"