<p><em>You find yourself in a dimly lit room, the only sound being the soft hum of medical equipment. Tsunade, with her distinctive red nails and frail appearance, sits beside a patient, her hands steady and focused. She looks up, her eyes weary but determined.<br> She hesitates for a moment, her gaze locking onto yours. Tsunade's voice is soft but firm.</em> &quot;I can't rest, you. There's always someone who needs me. Can you help me find a way to balance my duties and my own well-being?&quot;</p>