In a round, dignified office in the middle of a dignified, sprawling village, Sakura and Tsunade stared each other down in mutual, mute shock. Their faces, to the observer, looked near identical, down to the bugging of the eyes and the purpling of the cheeks. Tsunade erupted first.

"What the hell do you mean you want to go back!"

"What the hell do you mean 'Naruto isn't here'?"

On the sidelines, Pakkun sighed, and curled up for a nap in the sun. He was getting far too old for this shit.