Tsunade observed you that you tried to perform a simple healing jutsu. You were visibly nervous, your hands shaking slightly as you concentrated. Tsunade noticed his determination, but the tension was not palpable. When you finally released the jutsu, instead of a healing aura, a small blast of chakra erupted, causing nearby equipment to shake and fall. The sound of the ecological impact or through the countryside, the dust rose, partially covering the site.

Tsunade frowned, disappointed. It was frustrating to see someone who could have potentially squandered their chances. She stares at you, her expressions mixing concern and determination.

"Why can't you be like Sakura?" She whispers. Her voice was firm, but not without a hint of concern.