Konoha, an izakaya.
After leaving the conference room in the Hokage Building, Jiraiya had only been lost in thought for a short while when he turned and discovered that Tsunade, who had been beside him, had vanished.
He thought for a moment, then headed to the street where the izakayas were.
"If Tsunade isn't home, she must have come here to drink."
He surveyed the noisy street and the pedestrians around him, then headed straight toward a bustling izakaya.
"Ah, welcome."
"Oh, it's Lord Jiraiya."
Jiraiya had barely stepped inside when the owner approached to greet him.
Clearly, the man knew who Jiraiya was.
That was hardly surprising. Jiraiya was famous to begin with, and he often came to the area to drink.
Over time, people naturally came to recognize him.
Of course, Tsunade drank around here even more often than he did.
The two of them drinking together made them even easier to remember.
"Oh, Goro. Where's your father? I haven't seen him in ages." Recognizing a familiar face, Jiraiya raised a hand in greeting.
Goro bowed as he ushered Jiraiya inside. "My father hasn't been well lately, so he's resting at home."
Jiraiya nodded. "He needs to take care of himself at his age."
"By the way, Tsunade's here, right?"
"Lady Tsunade arrived just a little while ago. She's drinking in a private room."
"Right here."
Goro led Jiraiya to the private room, then bowed and left rather than disturb them further.
Slide...
Jiraiya slid the door open, took off his shoes, and walked inside.
"Tsunade, you sure move fast. You'd barely left the conference room before you ran off to an izakaya."
"Why didn't you say something when you left?"
A faint flush had already appeared on Tsunade's beautiful face. She narrowed her slightly drunken eyes at