Jan 16, 2025
A non-descript Jonin stood before Tsunade in her office, in their hands was a very meticulously wrapped package. It looked as though it were a severed head. The jonin muttered something along the lines 'That it was too light to be an actual head.'
If Tsunade's curiosity got the better of her, she'd note that its weight did not signify. Once opened, if she'd dare, there would be an explosion of fine, purple glitter.
Severed heads? She could handle those.
Hell, she’d lopped off a fair few herself. Blood, guts—didn’t even blink.
But this? This was worse.
Her eye twitched. Violently.
Glitter. Everywhere.
She’d take gore over glitter any day. Any. Fucking. Day.
“MITARASHI!!!”
@idreamofdango