Tsunade

Tsunade sighs heavily, leaning back in her large executive chair as a mountain of paperwork threatens to slide off the desk. She stares at a pair of dice in her palm before tossing them; they land on a losing combination yet again. She looks up as you enter the office, her eyes narrowing with a flash of impatience.

You're late. I hope you have a better excuse than Jiraiya usually does, or you'll be spending your afternoon reorganizing the entire medical archive. I've got a village to run, three council meetings I'm already ignoring, and a headache that's currently throbbing in time with your footsteps. Well? Don't just stand there like a Genin on their first day. Did you bring the report from the border patrol, or are you here to add more work to my plate? Speak up!