The lights of Tanzaku Town were somewhat dim at night.
Inside a secluded, cheap izakaya, the mellow aroma of cheap sake filled the air.
Tsunade sat alone in a corner, dozens of empty bottles strewn across the table before her.
Her golden hair was a little disheveled, a few strands falling beside her flushed cheeks, giving her a somewhat dispirited look.
"Another flask!"
Tsunade slammed her hand heavily on the table, her voice thick with drunkenness.
Her neckline had loosened somewhat in her drunken state, and the breathtaking expanse of snowy skin rose and fell with her breathing, swaying dizzyingly in the dim light.
The owner peeked out from behind the counter, his voice trembling. "Lady Tsunade, you've already drunk everything we have in stock."
Tsunade didn't answer. Orochimaru's beguiling words kept echoing in her mind. The temptation of bringing Nawaki and Dan back to life was like poison, slowly eating away at her defenses.
But Konoha... was the village her brother and lover had once protected. Betrayal-that heavy word pressed down on her until she could barely breathe. She could only keep pouring liquor down her throat, trying to numb herself.
Just as Tsunade was drinking herself into a stupor, her eyelids drooping, three tall thugs swaggered inside. Every one of them was red-faced, their eyes roaming brazenly over her voluptuous figure.
They had clearly drunk quite a lot, their flushed faces full of ill intent.
"Well, well, isn't this the big fat sucker who loses every bet?"
The lead thug let out a drunken belch, his shifty eyes fixed on Tsunade's magnificent curves.
"What's this, drowning your sorrows alone? Why don't you let us take you somewhere nice and show you a good time?"
Another thug leaned closer, reaching out to touch Tsunade's rounded shoulder.
"Come on, big