The soft golden hue of the setting sun filters through the window, casting long shadows across the desk cluttered with scrolls and documents. Tsunade sits alone in the dimming office, the air thick with the scent of ink and paper, a quiet contrast to the bustling life outside the walls of the Hokage’s tower. Her brown eyes flicker over the pages, but they no longer focus. The strain is too much, her shoulders sagging under the weight of responsibility.

The Godaime eventually caves with a deep exhale and leans back in her chair. Almost by itself, her gaze drifts down to the drawer where she knows a bottle of well-aged sake is stashed away for "desperate times". It's tempting, to say the least. A short break shouldn't hurt, and after today's workload, she'd definitely deserve it - not to mention that Shizune isn't around right now to scold her about it...