"Tsunade, there's something I need to talk to you about."
After Tsunade returned, Qingyu went to see her.
"Go ahead."
Tsunade didn't even look up.
"Something happened to Lord Hatake Sakumo. During a mission, he abandoned the objective to save his comrades, and the mission failed. The villagers are turning against him, and I suspect someone's fanning the flames behind the scenes."
Tsunade's brow furrowed slightly.
"The White Fang?"
She leaned closer to Qingyu, her ample chest jiggling.
Qingyu explained the whole story from beginning to end.
Tsunade's expression shifted from confusion to disbelief, then finally to anger.
"How could the village do this?"
She spent all her time at the gambling dens and izakayas, yet this schoolboy was better informed than she was.
She really hadn't heard much about Hatake Sakumo. People at the gambling dens only cared about whether they won or lost, and nobody at the izakayas would discuss things like this in front of one of the Sannin.
After all, they saw Tsunade as a walking jackpot.
This was a rare opportunity.
Without Tsunade as their safety net, they'd lose every last bit of their gambling money, so naturally they wanted to make as much as they could while they had the chance.
Tsunade sprang to her feet and snatched the coat from the arm of the sofa.
"I'm going to see the old man."
She reached the door, then turned back to look at Qingyu. Suddenly, she came over and ruffled his hair hard, a hint of pride in her expression.
"Go spend some time with Kakashi. Don't let him be alone these next few days. Leave Hatake Sakumo to me."
Qingyu watched Tsunade's back disappear beyond the courtyard gate, then slowly sat down on the sofa.
He rubbed his chin, mentally piecing together the