By evening, Tsunade dragged her exhausted body home.
She had not done any particularly tiring work, but mentally, she felt utterly drained.
Shizune was preparing dinner in the kitchen. When she saw Tsunade return, she asked with a beaming smile, "Lady Tsunade, how does the new job feel?"
She had not been home during the day and did not know what had happened. She simply assumed that everything had been resolved smoothly.
At the entryway, Tsunade rubbed her aching ankles from wearing high heels for so long. Hearing Shizune's question, she merely gave a flat "Mm."
Shizune found Tsunade's behavior somewhat strange.
"Lady Tsunade?"
Tsunade casually kicked off her high heels. Her feet, wrapped in black stockings, stepped across the wooden floor as she walked to the sofa and collapsed onto it.
Seeing this, Shizune went to set her shoes neatly aside and said, "Dinner will be ready soon. Go take a bath first."
"Mm..."
Another listless response.
Is being the Hokage's assistant really that exhausting? Shizune wondered before returning to the kitchen.
Lying on the sofa, Tsunade kept replaying everything that had happened today in her mind.
Now that she had calmed down, she could hardly imagine that she had truly done all those things. Had I really lost my mind? Even if I needed money, there were other ways...
The aroma of food drifted out from the kitchen, stirring Tsunade's appetite. She had not even eaten lunch.
Thinking about how she would have to continue working tomorrow filled Tsunade with resistance.
Many people had looked at her strangely today, as though their eyes were saying, How could the dignified Lady Tsunade become the Hokage's assistant?
"Lady Tsunade, hurry up and take your bath!" Shizune called from the kitchen.
"...Got it."
At the dinner table, Shizune again asked how