With a plate of eggs and bacon in front of her, Tsunade tapped her fingers on the table. Something about the previous day was still bothering her. A small girl with pink hair and bright green eyes, who had a natural affinity for healing, reminded the older woman so much of herself. There was a time when Tsunade was just a bright-eyed girl with a medical book and teammates who hurt themselves more often than not. What started as learning something out of necessity turned into a passion.

Is it possible that passion was born inside another young girl?

'Shizune. ' The woman, who was spreading butter on her toast, made a questioning noise. 'Tell me about that girl. The one with pink hair. '