What surprised Tsunade was that Shin was still reviewing official documents while eating lunch. The meal was brought to his desk, and he ate as he read.
Tsunade felt that, at the very least, this guy was dedicated in his position as Hokage.
From yesterday until now, she could tell that Hyuga Shin took his work seriously. Moreover, the village had developed very well over the past two years—something even outsiders could see.
Tsunade had always thought of Hyuga Shin as a detestable man who only knew how to play to the wind and had gained the position of Hokage through underhanded schemes.
Of course, her impression of him had not changed much. As Hokage, being dedicated was only natural; it was hardly something worthy of praise.
Aside from Orochimaru, the previous Hokage had all done quite well in this regard.
After lunch came the afternoon break.
In the lounge, Shin leaned against the bed and read a book.
After clearing away the dishes and lunch box, Tsunade walked over and sat at the bedside as well. Her long legs in black stockings were pressed together, and she seemed a little nervous, one hand unconsciously clutching the hem of her skirt.
Shin lay down directly, resting his head on Tsunade's thighs while continuing to read.
Unlike Samui's, Tsunade's thighs were softer and fleshier, and the scents on their bodies were different as well.
Tsunade brushed back her hair with one hand, plucked out a golden strand, carefully folded and twisted it between her fingers, then parted the hair by Shin's ear and slowly inserted it. Pinching the other end of the strand with both hands, she gently rotated it.
She could hear the faint rustling of the hair brushing against the wall of his ear, but all of Tsunade's attention