Shiori watched in amazement and undisguised awe as the blonde lady beat her sensei black and blue. The lady beside her, who had brown hair, was trying hard to stop the fight, so Shiori had a tiny bit of respect for the unknown lady because her blonde companion was a savage.
"Pain! I'm sorry for whatever I may have done!" Shiori's pathetic teacher surrendered. Shiori has a sighed before turning to the blonde lady and dipped into a bow, "Domo. My name is Shiori Haruno, Genin. It's a pleasure to meet you."
The lady turned to Shiori and snorted, "It's Tsunade. You're from Leaf, what, they're here to bring me back or something?"
Shiori felt her world stop. She froze in her bow before slowly raising her head, jaded green eyes fixated on the figure before her. In disbelief, she managed to ask her question. "You're Tsunade-sama?"
"What's it to you, gaki?" Tsunade-sama raised a brow. Shiori smiled widely and her whole perspective changed. Of course, this person was amazing. It was The Tsunade Senju after all. Shiori flushed a little before straightening herself, "... can I have your autograph, please?"
"What?"
"I'm a really big fan of yours. Is it true you can split a boulder with a flick of your finger?" Shiori pressed. "Ye—"
Without hearing a reply, her questions escalated further, "Is it true you can heal almost every single sickness—?"
"Well—" Again, she interrupted the legend.
"Is it—" Shiori started only to be cut off by her teacher. Sending a hurt look, Shiori listened. "Shiori Haruno! Enough."
"B-b-but sensei! It's Tsunade-sama! It the flesh!" Shiori insisted on. She couldn't believe her teacher was forbidding her from worshipping a legend. She never forbid him from worshipping Jiraya, no matter how incompetent the fool seemed to be. Absolutely biased, her teacher is. Katawara-sensei sent Shiori a scrutinizing look and remarked, "I don't see you doing this when you met Jiraya-same."
"Jiraya-san isn't that impressive." Shiori scoffed and turned her head away. Tsunade-sama smirked, "You know what, I like you, gaki. Have a drink."
Shiori snapped her head towards the token of her worship and furrowed her brows, "I'm underage."
"Old enough to kill, old enough to drink—" Tsunade insisted, pouring a glass of sake. Her assistant-brunette looked scandalized, "Shishou!"
"Well," Katawara-sensei coughed, ignoring the glare his student sent him, "I think Shiori should go to bed now."
Shiori scoffed, "I do not." Her teacher was the worst person in the world. She met her idol and he does this? Absolutely unbelievable. Shiori sat down across Tsunade-sama, "Tsunade-sama, can you teach me how to heal like you?"
Tsunade Senju froze, she gave Shiori a look over before looking away, "No."
Shiori hid her disappointment and nodded, she reached to tugged her teacher's sleeve and looked at him, "Sensei, let's go, we shouldn't bother Tsunade-sama and her assistant any longer."
"Alright," Katawara-sensei sighed, he looked back and saw the guilty faces of Tsunade and sighed. Tsunade coughed, "Wait a moment, come here, brat."
Shiori perked up before scampering after the Sanin, she hid a smirk behind her hand and blink her innocent green eyes up at Tsunade. The hime twitched before handing over three scrolls, "These are scrolls for basic iryo ninjutsu(1), practice the red scroll first, then proceed to the green one and finally the yellow. Each of them is detailed, now scram!"
Shiori took the scrolls and thanked Tsunade-sensei profusely, she examined the cover, it was a wooden scroll and grinned up at her sensei. Katawara-sensei had a tick mark on his head, he had a feeling his student was mocking him, one way or another, thus he proceeded to cuff her on her head and walk into the sunset... well the direction of the sun, really, not exactly a sunset.
