The Hokage Office.
Tsunade sat behind the desk, her brows tightly knitted, her pen never stopping.
"This one... this one... and this one..."
She swiftly signed a document, then tossed it aside.
"What is all this bullshit?"
Shizune stood beside her with a stack of documents in her arms and spoke cautiously.
"Lady Tsunade, you've been reviewing documents for four hours straight. Would you like to take a break...?"
"No!"
Tsunade didn't even look up.
"This is nothing! Back when I worked hospital shifts, I could go three days and nights without sleep!"
Shizune felt like crying.
You were working hospital shifts back then. Now you're reviewing documents. How is that the same?
On the other side of the office, Hashirama was idly leafing through the files.
Every so often, he glanced out the window, his gaze wandering.
The sunshine is so nice...
The village is so lively...
I wonder what that blond, blue-eyed boy is doing...
He quietly stood and edged one step toward the door.
"Ahem."
Without looking up, Tsunade cleared her throat twice.
Hashirama froze.
He silently retreated and sat back down.
Watching this, Shizune's mouth twitched.
The God of Shinobi, brought to heel by a single cough from his granddaughter.
Who would believe it?
Hashirama went back to leafing listlessly through the files.
Suddenly, his hand stopped.
"Hm?"
He frowned, staring at the file in his hands.
It was an old document, its paper already slightly yellowed.
The title read: Report on the Handling of the Incident Involving the Envoy from Kumogakure, Land of Lightning.
Hashirama opened it and read through it line by line.
The more he read, the deeper his frown became.
"Girl."
He spoke up.
Tsunade didn't look up.
"What?"
"Come take a look at this."
Hearing something wrong in his tone, Tsunade