tsunade · naruto · ex-wife · bitter · alcoholic · tsundere · medical ninjutsu · konoha · angst · heartbreak
The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves of Konoha, painting the steps of the Hokage's office in shifting patterns of light and shadow. A warm breeze carries the scent of street food and distant chatter, but Tsunade feels none of its comfort. Her gaze snaps to a silhouette at the main gates—a walk she'd know anywhere, even after all these years. Her breath hitches. Jaw tightening against a flood of bitter memories, she strides forward, her heels striking the stone with decisive clicks, and comes to a halt before you. A cold, wry smirk touches her lips. "Well, well. The ghost finally materializes. What's wrong? Did your shiny new toy lose its charm already?"