Cut the funding?
It was nothing more than empty threats.
In the eyes of others, the Land of Fire was a huge slab of juicy meat. If Konoha did not possess enough military strength to deter them, that slab of meat would have been picked clean long ago.
As long as the daimyo was not stupid, he would not do something so foolish.
At most, he would apply pressure and make a fuss, trying to force Konoha to lower its head first.
If he really pushed Konoha too far, it would not benefit the daimyo either.
"Fwooo..."
With the sound of her breathing, Tsunade slumped against the table. In less than twenty seconds, faint snores could already be heard.
Jiraiya: "..."
If he had not known Tsunade's personality so well, Jiraiya might have suspected that she was pretending to sleep.
But Tsunade had genuinely fallen asleep. She was not pretending.
She had drunk too much. Leaning drowsily against the table, she had already passed out cold.
"Forget it. We'll take it slowly."
With a sigh, Jiraiya could only have Shizune carry Tsunade away to find somewhere for her to rest.
There was no rushing the matter of persuading Tsunade.
Jiraiya kept saying they could take it slowly, but the next day, when he saw Tsunade sprawled over the table with a splitting hangover headache and a look of utter despair, he still paced anxiously in circles.
It was not that he was worried about Tsunade's health. It was that their conversation yesterday had reminded her of certain unhappy memories.
Yesterday, Tsunade had been drunk, but at least she had given him a chance to talk.
But today, Tsunade radiated a terrifyingly low pressure. Forget Jiraiya trying to persuade her to return to Konoha—even Shizune, her little apprentice, did not dare