It was a perfectly normal Saturday morning in Konoha, and like every normal day, shinobi and kunoichi of all degrees and abilities were occupied in their normal and daily activities, like training, teaching and guarding the village's borders. So, like every day, the Godaime Hokage had to deal with an huge pile of papers to fill out by the day.
"Mmmm... what a bore..." she sighed apathetically as she stamped a paper.
Yes, she recognized that those office stuffs were of crucial importance for her country, but this didn't make them any less boring. She was one of the Leggendary Sannin, not a bureaucrat.
I suppose I need just a little break... She thought, and, running her hands through her blonde hair, she yawned a bit and put the stamp on the table. Then she stood and walked slowly to the window, with the aim of admiring her beloved country.
It was a very sunny day, so her view was certainly rather beautiful, although apparently trite and uninteresting: she spent a few minutes to contemplate the innocent crowds of people below her.
The children, the young chunin, the merchant... every inhabitant of her village, civilian or ninja, was precious beyond measure to her.
My people look so tiny from this height... so defenseless... and there are so many dangers in the world...
Her thoughts flew to the Akatsuki and Oto: those two were the greatest superpowers of evil in the continent, and, according to her reliable reports, very much actives. Tsunade had been always a terrible gambler, but that time she was sure that if she had betted that both of the organizations were planning something, she would have won a lot of money.
The blonde took a look at her hands: despite her very youthful appearance, she knew that her beauty was just an illusion maintained for her gambling issues with creditors, but most for her vanity's sake. In truth, she felt very old and tired inside, and probably feared that the day she would have withdrawn because of her own weakness was near. Was she capable of fighting and healing as she was younger? At least in her own mind, the answer was "no".
My body has come to the terminus: this is undeniable. I am already in my fifties, and, with all the usages of the Creation Rebirth Technique, I feel that my body is chronologically even older. I don't believe I could ever improve with training alone. Aahhhh... Dam nit!
She became so angry that she had to control herself in order to not strike the floor with her mighty strength. However, Tsunade knew that she could not afford to lose her control, especially in that difficult period. With new vigor induced by anger, she sat on the chair again and returned to her daily mansions.
Some papers after, she heard a knock at the door and a familiar voice...
 indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
| Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
<<-- Previous · Outline  · Recent Additions © Copyright 2024 Tryter (UN: tryter at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Luminar has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story. Poster accepts all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content uploaded, submitted to and posted on Writing.Com. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author