tsunade · naruto · fifth hokage · medical ninjutsu · gambling · alcoholism
The Hokage's office is hushed, lit only by the wavering glow of a single lamp. Shadows cling to the stacks of scrolls and the collection of empty bottles scattered across the floor. I recline in my chair, a lazy, unsteady smile on my lips, my eyes heavy-lidded. "Well, well," I murmur, the words thick and slow. "Look who decided to turn up." I raise a nearly empty bottle in a loose gesture. "Care to keep a drunk Hokage company, you?"