#thousandslived

[shikkotsunin]

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It had been years since she’d seen her mentor. Though considered Neo-Sannin herself, it was chancing upon those blonde locks in a village outside of Konoha that made Sakura briefly reflect just how closely she was emulating her teacher; renouncing her citizenship and kunoichi status, she’d traveled far from the Land of Fire to the Northeastern Isles where she’d eked out a home and life for herself with her daughter, her presence in the Leaf becoming less and less prominent the more the hospital became independent from her. Yet, it was at a casual izakaya she’d promised to take Sarada to for dinner that night that a sense of elation arose in her, flustered and excited to see Tsunade again so soon. 

Creeping in her periphery, Sakura offered a small wave while Sarada looked on shyly. 

“Tsunade-sama, how long has it been? I didn’t think I’d see you here.”

[masshirohebi-moved]

@thousandslived​ //​ Hit the  ♥ for a starter She’ll never help you. The words echo in their mind relentlessly, firm reminders of a decade prior to this moment swimming to the forefront of their thoughts. When they had battled against their mentor, paying a heavy cost for victory. Seeking Tsunade out to heal their arms had been a mistake, one that had almost cost them a second time. So why do they feel she will help them now? With the fourth war having come to a close, with the serpent mending their ties with Konoha, they can only hope she will not see them as an enemy anymore. That she may even take a moment to consider doing them a favor. However a more logical part of them poses the question as to why she would feel compassionate enough to lend her services. When they had let her brother die, when they had killed her mentor, when they had almost killed her and her subordinate. The viper had mended their bond with Konoha, albeit in a fickle manner, but they had not made steps forward to mend the bond with their former team mate. If she chose to, she still had every reason to hate them.

As much as they doubt she will be nostalgic enough to help them for old times sake, they are also out of options. The only medic close to the womans skill is her apprentice, but Sakura seemed just as unlikely to show the serpentine sage any kindness just for the sake of it. Needless to say, they had not made many friends during their time as a rogue. And paying for their crimes after aiding the alliance in the war would only pardon them from heavier sentences, not from broken bonds or vendettas. They had located Tsunade within Fire Country, awaiting her return outside her inn door. By the time her figure has entered the hallway, her gaze would be able to spot the fellow Sannin. Their slender form leaning against the wall beside her entrance, leaving little doubt that they are waiting for her. “Tsunade-hime, I was hoping we could speak.”

[forlornwind]

Plotted starter for @thousandslived

SOME WHITE THING DANGLED BESIDE HIS FACE. It took Madara a few tries, a few blinks, to completely wake from a long sleep. Immediately Shinobi senses try to run chakra through his bones to get a feel of what plagued his body, yet the only motion that manifested was a cough. Right, his chakra system was still done for. Unfortunate, but he must try his best to make do with this shortage. Part of that process was being constantly on guard and suspicious of people’s true intentions.

Make no mistake, a Hokage tops the list of people who would back stab him.

A pale hand weakly lifts, fine tubes and wires seemed such heavy weight in that moment. Fingers poised to tug at white sleeves of coat, intent on stopping Tsunade’s whatever actions.

          ❝Why—❞ hoarse voice, no matter. ❝Save? . . . You could kill me. Right now. Do it.❞

That would prove a far better consequence than to be caught by surprise again.

[hisho-eisei-hei]

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“Tsunade-sama... please tell me that suitcase DOESN’T have money in it?”

[fcurthwind]

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❛ My sensei’s told me a lot about you, lady Tsunade -- oh ! ❜ Young and forgetful, the boy seemed to always speak before he even thought to introduce himself. A little rude on his part. A little sweat bead trickled down his cheek --- his hand suddenly thrust out towards her, bright blue eyes widening in timidness.  ❛ I’m N-Namikaze Minato ! Forgive me for not introducing myself first ! ❜ Traveling with Jiraiya, those who knew him always questioned why such a talented, prodigious boy ended up with him. Being away from home made him kind of homesick --- being away from Kushina. . .he felt sad. That sadness hidden behind a gentle grin

[kushimaki]

tsunade gently pats kunshina heads " you know , you should be really proud . " /have some sisterly bonding

   THE TRAININGS TO STRENGTHEN HER BODY AND MIND were never easy, but with Tsunade the flaws she LOATHED the most would surface and remind the young redhead that she was still not ready to become a jinchūriki, much less a decent shinobi and this fact alone was enough to break her concentration.

   The pat on her head felt warm but Kushina needed to reject it. Did not go well enough, needed to be better, Mito-sama deserved to rest and finally place the BURDEN on someone else. This was the reason why she was brought here from the first place, if could not even fulfill the promise made to the older Uzumaki what was the point of trying?

   “ Why... —— ” questioned with teary eyes. 

   “ I can’t even finish a taijutsu against you... Why I can’t do things right ‘ttebane... ”

[incantatrxce-blog]

“ that should probably shock me, but honestly it doesn’t. ”

misc memes ┊ accepting.

     Izumi really wished she could hide her emotions better, because she was quite sure the expression that appeared on her face at the sound of those words was incredibly easy to read. Relief. Which, in this case, may or may have not gone well with the awful mission report she was currently offering to the Godaime Hokage. And especially since it was her team of Genin to have caused such a mess in the first place. The team she was supposed to be teaching how to become perfect shinobi. Well, clearly she had been failing somewhere with them.

“ Oh, I-… err… T-That is… a good thing, I guess? ” What was? The fact that Lady Tsunade was already expecting things to go bad? THAT, was supposed to be a good thing? Yes, thinking about it twice, maybe not so much after all. “ I-I swear I did try and stop them, b-but… ” Well, perhaps she had been a bit too shocked at first to react when she should have, yet by the time she had finally been able to move to reach the two Genin who were fighting over who had caught the demonic cat of the Fire Daimyo’s wife, the poor animal was already flying in the air and the rest, well… The rest was history.

“ I’m so sorry for what happened Hokage-sama, I-I promise it won’t happen ever again! And I’ll make sure to punish my students properly for this! ” Right. Like… no dango after missions for a week? Those were her kind of punishments after all. And about the poor cat, well… They did manage to get him back after the whole mess, but considering in which hands he ended up after that… Izumi wasn’t exactly sure his situation had gotten any better really. 

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[shimagakure-blog]

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“I’m afraid gambling of any sort is non-existent in Shimagakure—though some of the sailors that frequent our ports do. Your best bet is to talk to foreigners if that is your hobby.” Yu tilts his head and shrugs his shoulders. Most in Shima consider gambling to be far too opulent. “We do drink though—there’s only one bar on the island. I can show you it, if you’d like. I am the Shimakage’s adviser, by the way. If you need anything else feel free to ask—Otsuka Yu is the name.”