Shinobi World No. 1.
Konoha Year 43, autumn.
Sunagakure, Sandcastle Base.
Tsunade's new life began in a way she had never anticipated.
Every morning, before dawn, Toyotomi Yinglang appeared at her door on time. He wore his moon-white kariginu, his long black hair tied loosely behind his head, and held a cup of warm tea-not for her, but for himself. Tsunade only later learned that he hardly slept, or rather, that he slept differently from ordinary people.
"Awake?"
Toyotomi Yinglang leaned against the doorframe, looking at Tsunade as she lay in bed with bandages wrapped around her eyes.
"Mm."
Tsunade's voice was muffled.
"What are we training today?"
"Today, we eat first."
Toyotomi Yinglang entered the room, set his teacup on the table, walked to the bedside, and held out his hand.
Tsunade hesitated, but still offered him her hand.
He took her hand and pulled her out of bed. Her body was still weak-the muscle relaxant was still taking effect. Although its effects had diminished considerably, her strength was nowhere near what it had been. At most, she could now walk normally and feed herself. As for fighting-she could forget about it.
"Let's go."
Toyotomi Yinglang released her hand and headed toward the door.
Tsunade followed him, her steps unsteady, each one feeling as though she were walking on cotton.
The dining room.
One long table, two chairs.
On the table sat two bowls of rice porridge, a dish of pickles, and a few rice balls.
It was simple, even a little meager.
Tsunade looked at the food, frowning slightly.
"That's all?"
"That's all."
Toyotomi Yinglang sat down, picked up his bowl of porridge, and took a sip.
"Your body is weak right now. You can't eat anything too greasy. Porridge is good for your stomach, pickles stimulate