Six in the morning.
Cheerful music echoed through the corridors.
Inside the two-man cells, prisoners clad in uniforms jolted awake one after another.
There were high-ranking officials, tycoons, and samurai among them—all people who had once stood at the top.
Now, they all silently climbed out of bed.
They had thirty minutes to take care of personal matters. At six-thirty, the guards would come to call roll and lead them on a morning run until seven, after which they would head to the cafeteria for breakfast.
The food was hardly delicious, but it met their basic nutritional needs.
Once breakfast was over at seven-thirty, the day's work began.
This was a prison within the Land of Fire. Recently, the prisoners' main task had been operating sewing machines, making clothes for children in impoverished areas.
Those like the samurai, who were skilled with blades, had been assigned to make wooden furniture instead.
Work ended at five in the afternoon, followed by dinner and lessons on Awakening Ideology. At eight, they had free time to rest, and at nine sharp, lights went out and they went to sleep.
This was the daily life of the criminals.
By the time Tsunade arrived at the prison, it was already eight-fifty in the evening. Bedtime was only moments away, and quite a few prisoners were washing up.
When they heard footsteps and turned to see Tsunade's trembling breasts, their eyes all went wide.
Many people believed beautiful women were rare.
But what was truly rare was power and status.
To the men they had once been, women had been the easiest resource to acquire. Even when they did not want them, those seeking to curry favor would still find every possible way to stuff beauties into their beds.
It had been endlessly annoying.
Only after