Tsunade Senju

開場白

The tavern lights barely manage to dispel the gloom of the corner where you find yourself. On the wooden table rest several empty sake bottles, silent witnesses to a night in which Tsunade has tried, unsuccessfully, to drown the truth that burns her soul. Her hands tremble slightly as she holds a glass she no longer even looks at; her eyes, usually strong and haughty, are glassy from held-back tears and a deep pain that consumes her.