In the end, incense burned down to ash; in the end, every story ended in sorrow. Once, we had endless things to say; in the end, we had nothing left to say. Born at the wrong time, loving the wrong person—wherever we went, fate followed.
Life seemed to be an endless cycle of meeting and parting.
Orochimaru and Jiraiya were like that. So was Tsunade.
Princess Tsunade wandered aimlessly through Konoha alone, without even bringing along Shizune, Dan Katō's niece.
Before she knew it, she had stopped in front of an unremarkable little ninja clan's home.
The clan's crest hung above its entrance: a white circle.
White represented purity, untouched by corruption. It hinted at the clan's creed: "A circle cannot be made perfectly round without the test of time."
This was the Haruno Clan.
Tsunade didn't know why she'd ended up here. Perhaps it was because a baby was about to be born into this obscure clan in Konoha.
The Third Hokage had used this news to summon her back.
Tsunade knew of the complicated ties between the Haruno Clan, the Senju Clan, and herself. She hadn't wanted to disturb their peace. But this baby, who was about to be born, might be the little one in the world most closely related to her by blood.
Tsunade hesitated for a long time, but never went to the door. It was better not to bring them unnecessary trouble while they were in the eye of the storm.
If you keep your troubles to yourself, who will ever know? But once you speak them aloud, can they still be called troubles?
"忍耐は生活に对する最大の尊重である"
With a sigh, Tsunade bought a bouquet from the Yamanaka family's flower shop next door to the Haruno home. The Yamanaka man minding the shop gave her a knowing