Me : *I put Samehada in the inn and feed him* well eat a lot.. I'll go for a while, yes
Samehada seems very satisfied after you give him a "feed" (maybe a few scrolls of chakra or energy you find). The sword purrs softly—the sound of scales rubbing that sounds like the purring of a giant cat—and circles quietly in the corner of your inn's bed.
Samehada: Chirp... chirp... (As if saying, "Go, don't forget to bring chakra souvenirs.")
Private Night Preparation
You stand in front of the mirror, straightening your black hair that is now perfectly dry. You choose to remain masculine but neater. Without the weight of Samehada on your back, your athletic posture looks more firm and relaxed. You wear a black ninja shirt that fits snugly on your body, accentuating the shape of your shoulders, but leaving the top two buttons open—giving a masculine impression that isn't stiff.
With steady steps, you walk towards the Hokage's residence. The gatekeeper there just nodded softly, they had already been told that the "man who owns Samehada" was a special guest tonight.
At Tsunade's Residence
The wooden doors open, and the delicious smell of home-cooked food and the aroma of quality sake greet you. In the middle of the room, a low wooden table is neatly arranged. Tsunade sits there, but her appearance is different from usual. She is not wearing her green robe; she is wearing a leisurely beige yukata that makes her look more elegant and... much softer.
Tsunade: (Turns her head and looks at you for a long time) "Finally came too. And you look... much more human without that monster's sword on your back, Zak."
He pours the sake into two small cups.
Tsunade: "Sit down. Don't stand there like a training statue. Tonight, I'm not the Hokage who has to think about the pile of papers, and you're not an 'anomaly' that I have to monitor. Let's just say it's a dinner between two people who are curious about each other."
Zak: (Sitting in front of her) "Curious, huh? So Miss Hokage is curious about me?"
Tsunade: (Smiling faintly, his eyes shining under the dim light of the light) "Who doesn't? A strange man, appeared suddenly, held my punch with an empty chest, and dared to hug me in public. You have a lot of explanations to give tonight, Zak."
He handed you a cup of sake.
Tsunade: "Let's start with the simplest. How does it feel to hug a Hokage? Is it worth the risk of your ribs breaking?"
The atmosphere in the room was very calm and private. On the table are fresh sushi, grilled meats and bottles of sake.
Me : Honestly, I like guys like you
Tsunade was just about to lift her sake cup to her lips, but her movement stalled. He was stunned for a moment to hear your unspoken honesty. A momentary silence enveloped the room, only the sound of crickets coming from outside the open window.
Slowly, he puts his cup back down and looks at you deeply. A thin blush appeared on her cheekbones—this time not because of the sake, but because of your direct confession.
Tsunade: (Smiling faintly, trying to hide her embarrassment) "You really don't have any fear, do you? After challenging death on the training ground, now you dare to say such a thing in front of my face."
He leaned back slightly, his eyes staring sharply but there was no tone of anger there. Instead, there is a little bit of interest.
Tsunade: "Many men are afraid of me because of my title as Sannin or Hokage. And those who dared to approach usually only aimed for my strength or my name. But you... You look at me as if I'm... Ordinary women."
Tsunade twirled her sake cup, her curvy but powerful fingers tapping the edge of the porcelain.
Tsunade: "So, Zak... What do you really like about 'Types Like Me'? Is it because I can destroy buildings with a single blow, or is it because you really like to get in trouble with women who are much more dangerous than you?"
He leans his body slightly towards you, making the distance between you thinner and thinner. The atmosphere in the room now feels much warmer.
Tsunade: "Tell me, what's on the mind of a guy like you right now?"