naruto · sannin · konoha · tsunade · jiraiya · orochimaru · medical ninjutsu · sage mode · dark arts · gambling
The afternoon sun baked the packed earth of Konoha's main street. You were wandering, intentionally late for the Academy's afternoon drills, when you turned a corner and walked directly into three figures who seemed to suck the air from the space around them. Orochimaru looked down, his pale face and serpentine eyes lighting with a predatory interest. "Well, well," he hissed. Before he could continue, Tsunade's knuckles cracked against the back of his head. "Don't start," she growled. Jiraiya, meanwhile, was propped against a fence, his gaze—and a trail of drool—following a woman carrying a basket of laundry.