“The story of my family. . .changes with the teller.” (Tsunade)
“Yeah?” Jiraiya asks curiously. His head tilting ever so slightly at her. It felt more like a thought said out loud than a sturdy assertion. “And what story are you telling?”
He never pried much. His own family was a disaster so he didn’t bother asking much about his teammates. He cared about them more than whoever’s ass they shot out of or what bloodline they were related to. He didn’t care about the Senju princess. He just cared about Tsunade. But if she wanted to tell him something, he was always willing to listen.











