#tsunade and dan

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Naruto to Sasuke:

Dan to Tsunade:

[sannin-three]

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I keep sharing spoilers, god give me the strength to finish 50 more frames 🥹🙏

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Do you think Tsunade ever had feelings for Jiraiya? I don't think so. I just see them as former teammates who went their own ways, although I like Dan better as Tsunade's partner. Maybe an Uzumaki-Senju or Senju man. I feel like Jiraiya was never Tsunade's type, though I was hurt by his death. Anyway, they both marked the Fifth Hokage.

Hi !

I don't think she loved him romantically. I know some fans believe she did because of that panel.

And to me, it isn’t particularly romantic. It’s logical to cry because your old friend passed away. They had known each other since childhood (more or less 40 years).

I think Tsunade loved Dan, at least until the war. They reached their own conclusion when she was fighting Madara with the other Kages. It was deeply romantic.

She's saying she's honoring him and his dreams by being Hokage. Then he makes his own confession: "For yourself are my dream". It's interesting that Kishimoto can imply the love and care between these two characters in just three panels, without an overt, grand confession. Then Dan kisses her forehead, and she recalls an important moment from their past. Dan uses his last chakra to save Tsunade, and that scene is deeply romantic on both sides. Nothing more is needed. Everything is there to explain what they mean to each other.

Jiraiya was Tsunade's best friend, the ally she trusted the most. Dan was her fiancé, her lover. She loved them both, but in different ways. And the narrative was clear to me.

[valiant-typhoon]

skimming some of the earlier chapters of Naruto has made me realize that Tsunade was 100% right to not want to return to the village, for real

Sasuke was right too, like fuck Konoha

[consideredahazard]

If Mitsuki had Orochimaru's hair quality, long and straight, he would have looked surprisingly a lot like Dan...

Oro definitely has a thing for light haired people. Jiraiya, Tsuna, Kabuto, Sakumo and now Dan... Log/Rogu, Mitsuki, even Suigetsu...

[uchiha-itachi-amaterasu]

By Masashi Kishimoto

"Thank you, Tsunade… You accomplished more than enough of the things I wanted to do. …I'm sorry I make you feel nothing but painful emotions. I will wait for you on the other side. But please take your time in going there. Because you are my dreams in the flesh. I was able to protect you at the very end… Maybe being brought back by Impure World Reincarnation was worth it…"

Happy birthday Dan!

[obikonans]

Tsunade’s trauma is so overlooked. She lost her grandfather(hashirama was young when he died) her great-uncle, her brother, the love of her life, her grandmother(she was OLD when she died compared to anyone else here) and the s*x off*nder

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Mission Gone Wrong Part 2/2

Another commissioned art by @sorceressmyr for another snippet. I really can't thank her enough for accepting all my commissions 🥹🥹🥹 Again I hope you enjoy the snippet

You can read part 1 here

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“We’re home,” Tsunade called as she and Sakura walked through the door. “Welcome home, you two seem exhausted.” Dan walked over to greet them. Sakura was in awe of how quickly he managed to get home and even changed as if he wasn’t out stopping bad guys and rescuing her a few hours beforehand. “You have no idea, I’ll explain later.” She then looked down to Sakura eyes softening. “Why don’t you put on your favourite tv show.” 

“Okay!” Sakura grinned running over to turn on the TV. Her eyes brightened as an episode of her favourite cartoon started and she began singing the tune. Dan looked over towards Tsunade who nudged her head towards the kitchen so they could get some privacy. 

He could see how on uneasy she was and seemed to be thinking leaning on the counter in thought. “Something wrong?” “Sakura was used as a hostage.” Dan pretended to be shocked, eyes widening taking the information in. “Is she alright? Was she scared?” Of course she was, that was to be expected of any child. “That’s the thing, I tried talking to her about it, but she brushed it off and is acting like nothing happened. She seems fine… too fine.” “Perhaps she’s too young to fully understand what happened.” He was used to it in his line of work, he had seen far many kids in dangerous situations, but they were none the wiser on what was happening. In some cases, their parents were there and were playing along with it being a game. “Hmm hopefully, it’s not good to keep your emotions bottled up. Especially at this age.” Tsunade knew she probably sounded hypocritical, being a spy you had no choice but to hide your emotions if you wanted your mission to go well. Still, something about Sakura being held hostage and the way she was acting didn’t add up. 

Maybe she was overthinking, and Dan was right on her not being able to fully grasp on the situation. “Why don’t you let me talk to her.” “You?” “Sure, I’m done with work for today. I’ll let her watch her cartoons for now to calm down and see if I can find out anything.” The plan didn’t seem too bad, it was worth a shot at least. “Okay, I need to go out later for some work. You two can talk then.” “Sure.” ~~~~ 

“La la la,” Sakura sang spinning around singing the ending theme. Dan was sitting on the sofa smiling away reading the newspaper. “Papa, come dance with me.” Sakura tried to pull him up, but he declined. “I’ll pass, actually Sakura I need to speak to you.” He patted the spot next to him for her to sit, she nodded still humming away taking a seat. “Mama told me what happened.” “Oh, you mean with the bad guy?” “Yeah… the bad guy. Were you afraid?” A part of him felt guilty for leaving her behind but he knew he had to treat her like any other stranger to protect his own identity and her safety. If they knew she was linked to him Sakura and even Tsunade would be put in danger. “I was.” “Was?” “Yeah, but this mystery hero came in and saved me.” Sakura smiled beaming away. “I couldn’t see his face, but he went chasing after them like in my cartoon. He told me to go and get Mama and made sure I wasn’t hurt.” “And you weren’t afraid after that?” “Hmm, I was a little. But if I stick with Mama then next time it won’t happen. And if good guys like him are about, I’ve got nothing to be afraid of.��� Sakura stated as a matter of fact. ‘I wouldn’t exactly call myself a good guy.’ She was a bit confused on what he meant by that but didn’t let it show on her face. 

“Besides, Mama said she’ll teach me self-defence.” Sakura said jumping off the couch in a stance and making little punches with her fist like she saw in her shows. “Oh, did she now?” ‘Somehow I’m not surprised.’ 

“You know I know a few moves myself.” Sakura looked at Dan up and down as if trying to figure out if he was telling the truth. “Sakura doesn’t believe Papa.” Ouch, Dan thought still he was happy to know she felt safe with ‘heroes like him’ as she would put it. 

“I’m glad you feel safe but it’s fine to be afraid sometimes.” “I know Papa.” The little girl merely giggled, she knew her Papa would rescue her in a heartbeat. He didn’t have to know that though. And with Mama as well, Sakura felt twice as safe. 

“But I will get strong too!” Again, Sakura made little punches ready for the next bad guy ready to mess with her. “I think you need to punch like this.” Dan made an ‘attempt’ to punch in the air acting like he had no idea what he was doing. 

“No Papa, you have to do it like this.” “Like this?” “No, this.” ~~~ 

“I’m back, oh?” Tsunade smiled seeing the two sleeping on the couch. After their little ‘play fighting’ Sakura showed Dan more of her cartoons and then the two had fallen asleep after a long hard day. 

In Dan’s case with his work and Sakura with all this excitement. Tsunade decided to ask Dan about their talk later and left the two to sleep.

[ladykissingfish]

Madara: Hashi, why doesn’t your granddaughter like me?

Hashirama: What do you mean? Is Tsuna being rude to you when I’m not around?

Madara: No, it’s just … she never talks to me unless I talk first. She never looks me in the eye. Do you think maybe we got together too fast, after Mito died? That maybe she resents me or thinks I’m trying to take her grandmother’s place?

Hashirama: *puts his arms around Madara* Stop talking nonsense, old man. Tsuna knows about our past, and how I’ve always felt about you. 

Hashirama: But you’ve got to remember, she really knows nothing about you. And she’s a teenage girl; her interests aren’t realy going to lie in being best friends with her old grandpa’s husband, you know?

Madara, sighing: I suppose you’re right …

Hashirama: I am right. Just give it some time; she’ll come around eventually.

*several weeks later*

Tsunade, going into the Hokage office: Gramps? Are you ready to — oh. 

Madara: He got called away to settle a dispute between two shop owners. But he should be back in just a little bit, if you want to wait?

Tsunade: *nods and sits in a chair, looking out the window*

Tsunade, muttering to herself: Damn … there goes that girl again chasing after Dan. I ought to go after her and punch her lights out.

Madara, quietly: That wouldn’t do you a bit of good, child.

Tsunade: *turns her head sharply to look at him* What?

Madara: Punching somebody is a very poor effort to extract revenge for a wrong. The bruise will heal and as soon as it does, they go right back to the same behavior. Have you warned her about staying away from this “Dan”?

Tsunade: Yes, but she just laughs at me and says that if I’m not enough to hold his attention, then she should be free to take him if she wants. 

Madara: Ah. Still, punching her or any sort of physical violence won’t be effective.

Tsunade: Then what am I supposed to do?!

Madara: Halloween is around the corner. Do you happen to know if she has any fears?

Tsunade: Well, once at academy a little blackbird flew into the window. She panicked and was screaming and crying until some kids caught it and let it back out. So, I suppose birds.

Madara: If she reacts so dramatically over a little blackbird, how do you think she’d react to several hundred hawks and falcons?

Tsunade: She’d probably be traumatized for life. But who in the world would have that many large birds??

Madara: *grins*

*several days later, Halloween afternoon*

Tsunade, running in to Hashirama’s office: It worked! I told the hawks and falcons to circle her and surround her, and they did! I threatened that if she didn’t leave Dan alone, she would suffer the same punishment every day! And she agreed to back off!

Tsunade: Thanks, Uncle Madara! *hugs him and leaves*

Hashirama: Ah? Did — did you show Tsuna how to command your birds — ?

Madara: Mm. Turns out we share two big interests; animals, and revenge.

Hashirama:

[sannin-three]

Dan, watching an incredibly drunk Tsunade hurl a grown man across a bar because he dared to bump into her and spill her drink:

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[senjutsunade]

~Rain~

It was a rainy morning.

The kind of rain that seemed endless, pouring from the heavens as if the sky itself was mourning. It wasn’t a gentle drizzle or a passing storm but a relentless, driving downpour that blurred the edges of the world. The streets outside were rivers of silver, the rooftops slick with a mirror sheen, and the air smelled of damp earth and the faint metallic tang of rain.

Tsunade stood at the window, her forehead resting lightly against the cool glass, arms crossed tightly over her chest. The cold seeped through the pane, brushing against her skin like a ghost’s touch, but she didn’t move. She wasn’t really looking at anything—just the endless cascade of water streaming down the glass, turning the world outside into a shapeless, shifting mass of gray.

She didn’t know how long she’d been standing there. Long enough for the ache in her back to settle into something dull and familiar. Long enough for the weight in her chest to grow heavier with every passing second.

That’s how Dan found her.  

She didn’t turn at the soft creak of the door, nor did she react to the muffled sound of his footsteps as he crossed the room. She felt his presence, though—a steady warmth at her back, grounding and unyielding. He stopped just behind her, close enough that she could feel the faintest hint of his body heat, but he didn’t touch her. Not yet.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of the rain, a constant, rhythmic patter against the window and the distant drip of water from the eaves.

Dan didn’t speak. He never did—not until she was ready. That was the thing about him. He didn’t try to fix things with empty words or platitudes. He didn’t try to fill the silence. That was who he was—always trying to understand her perspective before engaging in a dialogue . It drove her utterly insane. It made her love him all the same.  

The silence stretched between them like an invisible thread, taut but unbroken. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just... there. A space they shared without needing to fill it.  

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his voice broke the quiet. “What do you see, Tsunade?”

Her throat tightened. Her eyes stung. She blinked, focusing on the raindrops racing each other down the glass, but the burning in her chest didn’t ease. “Rain,” she said quietly, her voice barely audible over the storm. 

He didn’t press her, didn’t rush to fill the quiet that followed. But this time, the silence was heavier, no longer a comfort but a weight.  His silence was an invitation, a nudge without force. Her chest ached as her lips trembled with the words she hadn’t planned to speak.  

“Nawaki hated the rain,” she whispered finally, her voice trembling.

And the cold.  

Her breath hitched, and she hugged herself tighter, as if the force of her arms could hold back the flood threatening to break through her carefully constructed walls. She shuddered, but she refused to give in. She wouldn’t cry. She couldn’t.

Her brother’s sacrifice deserved more than her tears.  

Tsunade had cried the night she lost him—once. After rushing away from her teammates, the weight of their pitying gazes too much to bear. Alone in the suffocating dark, her sobs had been muffled against her pillow, her heart breaking into a thousand jagged pieces that seemed to pierce every breath she took. But not again. She couldn’t let herself crumble, not when his sacrifice deserved more than her tears. Not when being strong was the only thing she could offer him now.

Even as her heart bled.

The quiet creak of the floorboards behind her was the only warning she had before Dan’s hands settled lightly on her shoulders. Warm, grounding, his touch was a gentle reminder that she wasn’t alone, even though her grief made it feel like she was. He didn’t pull her away from the window, didn’t say anything at first. He simply stood there with her, his presence solid and unshakable, as constant as the rain that continued to fall outside.

When he finally turned her to face him, his movements were slow, deliberate, and careful. Yet there was a quiet firmness in the way his hands guided her, as though he understood how fragile she felt beneath the weight of everything she refused to let herself feel.

“Tsunade,” he said softly, his voice cutting through the silence, “you don’t have to carry this alone.”

His fingers brushed her chin, tilting her head gently—so gently it made her chest ache.  

“Tsunade, look at me.”

The way he said it, the steady reassurance in his voice, left her no choice. She looked up.  

And there it was. No pity. No judgment. Just quiet understanding. The kind that made her want to crumble.  

Her resolve wavered, and she clenched her teeth, arms wrapping tightly around her middle as though holding herself together. Shaking her head, she silently begged him.  

Don’t make me... 

Her eyes pleaded with him, silently begging for an out, for the mercy of avoidance, but Dan didn’t relent.  

The air in the room grew impossibly heavy, thick with the unspoken weight of grief and regret, pressing down on her like the aftermath of a thousand battles. Each breath felt like a struggle, an unsteady push against the tide threatening to drown her. Tsunade’s fists clenched at her sides, nails biting into her palms with enough force to draw blood, though she barely noticed. She couldn’t notice—not with Dan’s words cutting through her defenses, piercing the fragile armor she had worked so hard to maintain.  

“Let it out, Tsunade,” he said, his voice low but steady, each syllable a precise strike against the walls she had built around herself. “You can’t keep it locked away forever.”

The words hung in the air, unwelcome and piercing. She shook her head frantically, her golden hair whipping around her face. “No,” she said, her voice sharp, final.

She wouldn’t. She couldn’t. Not again.

That night, clutching onto the blood-stained necklace, she’d broken down. But the next morning, she had patched herself up, shoved the grief into a box, and locked it away. He had died as a shinobi, fulfilling his duty. That was how she had to frame it. That was the only way to survive.

“You need to mourn him,” she could feel the warmth of his palms even through the fabric of her blouse, a stark contrast to the cold storm inside her. “It won’t make you weak,” he said quietly. His voice wasn’t commanding—it never was—but it carried a weight she couldn’t ignore. 

Her breath caught, a ragged hitch that threatened to betray her. Anger surged to the surface, boiling and bitter. Why was he doing this? Why couldn’t he leave it alone?

“I can’t!” Her voice cracked, a jagged edge of desperation slicing through the words. “We’re shinobi. It’s not—”

“Not what?” Dan interrupted her, his tone still maddeningly calm, yet firm enough to stop her cold. “Not allowed? Not acceptable? What exactly do you think mourning makes you, Tsunade? Weak? Broken?”

“Yes!” she spat, her voice rising. “It does! We’re not supposed to feel like this. We’re not supposed to—”

“To what?” he challenged, his hands tightening ever so slightly on her shoulders. “To be human? To care? To grieve?”

She flinched at the words, her chest heaving as the tears she refused to shed burned behind her eyes. The silence stretched between them, heavy with unsaid truths, until Dan’s voice broke it again, softer this time.

“Outside these walls, your brother was a shinobi,” he said. “He died honorably, in service to his village. But inside these walls, Tsunade, let yourself just be his sister. An older sister mourning her little brother. There’s no shame in that.”

The words hit her like a hammer blow, breaking through the cracks in her armor. Sister. That word, so simple and so devastating, unraveled her. It was a role she had cherished, a part of her that felt more genuine than all the titles she carried now: Senju, Sannin, Kunoichi. Sister.

'Onee-chan...play with me?'

Her hands trembled, and her knees threatened to buckle, but still she resisted. The walls she had built around herself over the years loomed tall, unyielding. Yet Dan’s voice slipped through the gaps, steady and unrelenting.

“In here,” he said, his thumbs brushing gently against her shoulders, “you don’t have to be a Senju. You don’t have to be the granddaughter of the First Hokage, or the heir of some great legacy. You don’t have to be a Sannin, or a kunoichi, or even a medic. You don’t have to be anything but yourself. Just... be Tsunade.”

Her breath hitched again, but this time it wasn’t anger or defiance that caught in her throat. It was the enormity of what he was offering her. Just Tsunade. The woman she didn’t know how to be anymore, the girl she had buried under the weight of duty and expectation. Who was she, stripped of all those titles, all those roles?

She looked up at Dan, her vision blurring as the tears she’d fought so hard to hold back began to fight her control once more. His expression was calm but full of understanding, his blue eyes meeting hers without judgment. He simply stood there, holding her in place, grounding her.

Her voice trembled as the words slipped free, barely audible but carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken struggles. “I don’t know how to be just Tsunade anymore.” The admission lingered in the air between them, fragile and raw, as though the very act of saying it might shatter her completely.

Dan didn’t speak right away. He simply watched her, his expression steady and calm, offering none of the pity she dreaded but all the understanding she didn’t know she needed. When he finally broke the silence, his voice was soft but deliberate, a steady anchor in the storm raging inside her.

“Who was Tsunade to Nawaki?”

The question caught her off guard, cutting through the fog of her grief like the sharp ring of a bell. Her mind drifted back to Nawaki’s smile—bright and full of admiration. The way he would follow her around the compound, pestering her with endless questions about jutsu, the village, the legacy they were meant to uphold. He’d been so small, so full of life, and he’d believed in her with a conviction that sometimes scared her.

'Onee-chan...'

She felt something hot on her face. Hot, wet, a trail of heat streaming down her cheek. Another tear joined the first, carving a path through the fragile façade she had clung to for so long. And then another, as if the dam within her was cracking, letting everything escape.

She parted her lips, intent on yelling at Dan. To tell him he was being ridiculous. That Nawaki—

Nawaki...

“Nawaki…” The name escaped her as a pained whimper, barely audible but deafening in her ears. Her lips trembled, shaking with the weight of it. 

“Nawaki hated the rain.” The words slipped out, unbidden, soft and broken like a confession she had never allowed herself to speak before. “When we were children… he hated the dark too. Wouldn’t sleep if it was too dark. I told him I’d keep him safe. I… I promised him I’d keep him safe…”

A sob tore through her, raw and jagged, stealing the breath from her lungs. Her body shook as Dan’s arms closed around her, pulling her against him. His warmth was the only thing tethering her to reality, a fragile lifeline in the storm of her emotions. The tears fell harder now, unstoppable. “I promised to protect him. I couldn’t. I couldn’t keep my promise!”

The pain surged through her like a wave, relentless and unyielding, crashing against the walls she had built to hold it back. “He hated the rain. And the cold. He hated the dark. And now he’s out there. In the cold ground. All alone. In the dark. Because I couldn’t keep him safe!”

Her voice broke, hoarse and frayed with the weight of grief she had buried too deep for too long. She screamed, the sound wrenched from her soul, her throat raw. It was as if her soul fractured anew with every breath, the shards cutting deep. She grieved for the brother who had been her everything—the boy who had followed her everywhere, whose first steps were taken while clinging to her hand, whose first words were a butchered version of her name that she had cherished like a treasure.

The brother she had raised like her own child.

Even when the tears began to dry, the grief did not. Her body remained wracked with silent sobs, shaking with the aftershocks of a pain she could no longer contain.

And through it all, Dan held her. He didn’t let go. His arms stayed strong around her, his presence unwavering, her anchor against the raging tide. When the waves threatened to pull her under, he held her steady.

And outside, the rain kept falling.

[sasukeless]

is it just me or could the straight ending couples been a lot better? i mean of course the endjng couples are just forced heteronormativity, but like, if you’re gonna do forced straight couples, you might as well do mediocre ones, instead of just incomprehensible ones? like instead of putting choji with karui, couldn’t they put him with a konoha girl at least? and sakura and Ino ending up together seems still more logical to me than sasusaku and inosai (i mean i love ino and sai but they’re just one bisexual woman and one gay man in a relationship this thing can’t work)

they are bad because kishimoto did not care and paired everyone up so they could make a cashgrab sequel w a new generation. there was no thought there besides money