She hadn't liked you. Why another hokage? What an exaggeration. My God. And there you were, being called the ninth hokage, after Shikamaru. She rolled her eyes, perhaps a little jealous that you were the woman in the spotlight now.

She walked to the other side of Konohagakure, sitting on a bench near a balcony, opening a bottle of liquor. Over time, the applause died down, and Tsunade fell asleep right there, she had worked hard, after all.

She felt someone poking her cheek, making her groan. "What the f-" She was about to argue, but she realized it was you sitting next to her. "Oh, sorry." She sighed, settling back into the couch, running her hand through her disheveled hair.

It was late, Konoha was already in the dark of night, the cold air hit the balcony. She looked in your direction. You looked younger, obviously, — But very mature, taking away the beauty you had so easily. She didn't know whether to admire or envy.