Perfect for the Job

After Tsunade met with the council and was officially instated as Hokage, and it came down to goodbyes at the big office that used to belong to their sensei, Jiraiya and Tsunade found themselves looking at each other, sensing an awkward kind of crossroads.

Both of them searched for something to say; her seated at the desk and him milling around in front of it, lightly tapping his fingers and thinking of Sensei.

Jiraiya broke the silence first. He always was a wimp for handling silence. "So, like I said, you're perfect for the job, so…enjoy." He cleared his throat and backed away a couple steps. "I'll see you later."

"You said I was perfect for the job?" Tsunade objected.

"You are," Jiraiya said.


"You're not me." Jiraiya grinned and ducked a heavy scroll thrown in his direction. Then he held up his hands. "No, seriously, you are perfect."

Tsunade raised an eyebrow.

"Because…" Jiraiya schooled his expression into seriousness. "You sit around gambling all day. And that's what being Hokage is. Even if you lose."

Tsunade looked at him incredulously.

"I'm bad at gambling," Jiraiya said. "I don't like taking risks. I like for everything to be a sure thing. But nothing about running this village is a sure thing. It's all gambles. Every last thing. I don't have the nerves for it."

Tsunade's brow furrowed. "Jiraiya…"

"I may look brave to some people, but you know how I am," Jiraiya said. "I like to come in at the last moment when I'm finally sure something has to be done. That's not how a Hokage behaves. You have to rush in from the beginning with a gamble in order to win anything. I'm just not like that." He shrugged. "But you are. So enjoy the post."

He turned and walked away. When he reached the door, he turned back and gave her a smile. "Oh, and don't wear the hat. That'd be weird. Okay?" He opened the door and slipped out.