I fucking understand Tsunade, but who's going to understand me?
Yamanaka Kei watched Tsunade kick off her high heels, walk barefoot to the refrigerator for a bottle of sake, then sip at it while urging his Shadow Clone to cook. His face was full of existential doubt.
Was this really his home?
Then why was Tsunade sitting at his dining table so confidently, ordering him to cook?
The Shadow Clone glanced blankly at Yamanaka Kei, who stood behind Tsunade.
It secretly guessed that something must have happened while the original and Tsunade had gone to Konoha Hospital together.
Otherwise, Tsunade would not have suddenly become so... familiar with Jiraiya's brothers—
No, so casually familiar.
"Original, you do it."
Unable to figure it out, the Shadow Clone decisively gave up on pointless thought and vanished on the spot in a puff of Chakra smoke.
"Lady Tsunade, what would you like to eat?"
Yuhi Kurenai poked her little head out of the kitchen, her ruby-like eyes brimming with admiration.
With an idol filter even thicker than Tsunade's skin, she only felt that Lady Tsunade was bold and magnanimous, truly deserving of the title of Konoha's number one female ninja!
"Whatever Kushina had for lunch, I'll have that."
Tsunade rested her cheek on one hand and casually swayed the sake bottle in the other, tossing the question straight to Yamanaka Kei.
That brat was thick-skinned and black-hearted, but he treated Kushina fairly well.
She did not believe he would make Kushina anything inedible.
"Hey, you're acting pretty tough. Did you pay for the meal?"
Yamanaka Kei rolled his eyes irritably.
"Tch. Later, I'll bring you my second granduncle's Water Release Ninjutsu scrolls to look over. Now hurry up and cook."
Tsunade waved a hand indifferently.
She perfectly demonstrated what it meant to sell