#Minaa-Munch

[senjutsunade]

|| We all know that Tsunade was completely left to her lonesome once her brother, grandmother and Dan passed. Unable to count on the support of her friends and teammates, she was forced to leave the village with Shizune in tow. Writing prompt on Tsuna-chan's support system when she returned to the village and how she deals with the difficulties of being the Godaime and reworking the leaf's flimsy medical structure. ^^

Note: You and CI just love giving me the hard tasks, don't you? This will make my arms hurt AGAIN! Be glad I adore you both as much as I do - on days you don't deserve it. u-u'' I'll incorporate a bunch of my headcanons we discussed in this too. I will do this in two parts though. I will work on the second part - reworking the medical structure as a separate post.

Godaime's Support System Head Canons

Returning to Konoha, Tsunade felt a profound sense of displacement. The village she had once known, the streets she had walked, were now a blend of familiarity and alienation. The buildings had changed, the faces were different, and the few that she did recognize were either children she had once known, now adults, or people who had aged so much they were barely recognizable. Twenty-five years away from Konoha had left a significant gap, one that was starkly apparent as she took on the mantle of Hokage.

Being the Godaime Hokage was a struggle. She is suddenly in the role of Hokage in a village where generations are used to seeing Sarutobi Hiruzen as the Hokage - apart from the short sparkly Namikaze interlude (then stupid flake went and died and probably cursed Tsunade with his dying breath to become the godaime). She was an enigma to the villagers—a line in the history books, known but not known. They had no choice but to accept her leadership, but trust was a different matter. The first few months were challenging. She felt unfit, an impostor in the role she had chosen. She had chosen to stop running, even though it is in her very nature to do so. But that was where her loyalty to Konoha really shone - though her instinct screamed at her to leave and never look back, she stays. All her loss and pain still has done little to stifle the love for her home.

Support comes to her in the form of Shizune - ever loyal and the caretaker. Their relationship, though, was fraught with underlying tension. Shizune had always been the responsible one, the caretaker, despite being younger. She had seen Tsunade's brokenness, even when Tsunade tried to hide it. This created a deep sense of guilt in Tsunade. Though their love for each other was deep, their relationship never became one of true confidants. Tsunade, lost in her own head, believed she was protecting Shizune from her darkness, not realizing she was doing more harm than good. Shizune wanted to help Tsunade get back on her feet, but Tsunade, due to her pain and guilt remained blind to Shizune's strength, and kept her at a distance, unconsciously denying Shizune the chance to get closer. This strained their relationship, creating a painful distance despite their closeness. It was Tsunade's biggest failure. Despite all these underlaying issues between their relationship, on their return to Konoha, Shizune became a constant source of support and helped streamline Tsuande's administration in a manner that had the system up and running smoothly in a matter of days.

Jiraiya, the fool, could read Tsunade like an open book. He saw her struggles and stayed in the village during those first few weeks, lending his silent strength. She would never admit it—her ego wouldn't allow it—but she deeply appreciated his presence. The Sannin had always been a team, against the world, and having one of her teammates by her side was a comfort as she navigated this new chapter of her life.

Next to join the circle was Kakashi. Seeing Kakashi was jarring for Tsunade. Adult Kakashi looked so much like Sakumo that it was almost painful, yet hard to connect with the sullen, glaring toddler she remembered. The toddler she had spent a number of afternoons with after Sakumo's passing and the one whose memory had haunted her many a time over the years once she left Konoha - his being the last face she saw before she left (how many loved ones had she disappointed by now?). Over time, they struck the oddest friendship (*), loss and bitter experiences acting as the bridge between the two separate generations; kindred spirits who came to rely on each other. Kakashi started filling in the gaps the absence of Jiraiya and Orochimaru had left. This friendship was an integral part of Konoha starting to feel like home again. Kakashi quickly became her right-hand man, his reputation in ANBU and among the jonin turning the tide in her favor. His loyalty was unfaltering, making him a central figure in her support circle.

Inoichi Yamanaka(**) was another key figure in her support network. As her third-cousin(**), their relationship had roots in their shared past and their mutual connection to Minato(**). When she returned, they picked up their relationship easily. Inoichi, along with Shikaku and Choza, formed a bond with Tsunade during a mission when their sensei was injured(***). Shikaku, with his respect for Tsunade's skills and beliefs, was the natural choice for Jonin Commander, a position he held with distinction.

With Kakashi as her right hand, Shikaku as her left, and Shizune managing both administration and the hospital, Tsunade's inner circle was complete. Kakashi and Shikaku's advice equipped her to handle the village's disastrous state, while Shizune's unwavering support helped her stay grounded.

An unexpected addition to this dynamic was Shikamaru. From their first meeting, there was a sense of understanding between them. Shikamaru's brilliance and strategic mind made him a valuable consultant. His involvement allowed Tsunade to influence the younger generation, reinforcing her belief in the Will of Fire.

Note: This is her inner most circle. In time she develops strong relationships with other jonin and chunin, like Anko (who she had known before leaving Koniha so it was was another shock - which became a migraine once she learned exactly how unhinged and at times annoyingly clingy the kunoichi is), Izumo, Kotetsu, Genma, Iruka, and Asuma.

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* Headcanon shared with @konohagakurekakashi.

** Headcanon: Tsunade is cousins with Inoichi and Minato, with Tsunade having a Yamanaka mother and Minato having a Yamanaka grandmother. Due to their age and similar ideas, Minato and Inoichi are rather close growing up. The two genin often end up bugging Tsunade because Minato has developed a fascination with fuinjutsu. This is a headcanon I share with @minaa-munch.

*** Headcanon: During a mission, the Ino-Shika-Cho trio's sensei was injured and needed a few months to recover. During those months, the trio was placed under Tsunade's temporary supervision. Her devil-may-care attitude and wit (the looks certainly helped—as obvious by his words when he declares her the world's most beautiful woman on her return to Konoha) led to Shikaku developing a crush on her, much to Inoichi and Minato's horror ("She's our cousin!!!").

Inspired by: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6698337/1/Regrets

[himekushinada]

Kami Forsaken

Continued from HERE.

@minaa-munch:

The haunted look in her eyes was enough to make him doubt his earlier resolve; this was Kushina, not some fearsome oni who could probably break him into pieces with a single tendril of pure, malevolent chakra. Had almost broken him - he could still smell burnt flesh [his own], still feel the crimson rivulets that had dripped precariously down his limbs; yet the burning chakra had ensured he never lost complete consciousness, as the wound cauterized over and over– Cue a shuddering gasp which he couldn’t control, weariness practically bleeding over his frame. He had sought her out in rarely felt frustration; at himself, at her. He was tired of the nightmares, tired of the countless times he had to assure himself that those hollow, demonic orbs were nothing like the indigo ones he had grown to love with every fibre of his being. But then…why? Eyes clenched shut at the treacherous thought, head lowered a fraction so blond bangs hid his face; the shame he felt for being unable to forget. Even if he made a conscious effort to do so, trauma was something his body automatically reacted to. Tan digits curled into shuddering fists as lids cracked open, a familiar, yet uncomfortable warmth stinging the edges as he stared at the wooden surface. Not-Kushina—that-hadn’t-been-Kushina. The Sandaime had explained that he had been lucky to be alive, and that he didn’t need to hold a grudge against Kushina for something that hadn’t even been her choice in the first place. She was but a mere vessel who had been forced to abandon her homeland for another; her future for the countless lives that littered the expanse of Hi no Kuni so Konoha could have a weapon dangerous enough to depend on, should the need ever arise. Jinchuriki, ka?   That…hadn’t been Kushina. She was no weapon; she was the ridiculous tomboy who would make her bullies cry for daring to make fun of her hair, the silly little Genin who was the only one courageous enough to challenge him to a duel knowing she’d lose because her chakra was all over the place due to reasons she couldn’t explain. The girl who considered punching the breath out of him as akin to acknowledging the fact that they were equals and would stay that way regardless of who got to Jōnin first because she refused to believe they were anything but. Kami, how could he not love her? So much, that he felt himself whither at the raw hurt reflected in her eyes - the mere sliver of colour he had managed to catch before she was moving away again. The warmth of her chakra which always drew him like a moth to a beautiful, crimson flame with it. Digits that had balled into tight fists at his sides loosened, as light hues caught her retreating back. Coward. Him or her? Didn’t she know that Minato didn’t care what she was? as long as she was Kushina - even if her presence was a mere fraction as compared to that of the demon festering inside her. He would love her enough; could love her enough.  That wasn’t his problem. He refused to let it be a problem and the Namikaze was nothing if not stubborn. Gaze narrowed, blue orbs stared at her long, crimson tresses, willing her to turn around.  Look at me, damn it.  They were equals. Always had been. He refused to let her be anything else now, demon be damned.  “Even if you can’t stand to look at me” His tone was low, but loud enough for her to hear, their forms a few steps shy of one another, “You owe me an explanation.” Coward. Look at me. 

The pier creaked beneath her feet, the wood worn smooth by years of restless tides and the salt-kissed wind. Kushina stopped, her body rigid as the weight of his words pressed down on her, a thousand times heavier than the evening mist curling around her ankles.

Owe him?

Her breath hitched, catching somewhere between her throat and chest. The words reverberated in her mind like the relentless crash of waves against the shore. She stared down at the planks beneath her sandals, the grain of the wood blurred by tears she had fought so hard to keep at bay. She didn’t move, her hands curling into trembling fists at her sides.

Was that what she owed him? An explanation? Her heart twisted, the fragile pieces she had so carefully held together fracturing all over again. The tears she had refused to let fall broke free, tracing hot, silent paths down her cheeks. The damp streaks burned against her skin, yet the ache in her chest burned deeper.

He was right.

She couldn’t look at him. She didn’t dare.

Not when her mind conjured the memory of his face—etched with fear, with hatred—not for anyone else, but for her. For what she was.

The breeze stung her cheeks, its cold bite doing little to mask the warmth of shame rising to the surface. She could take it from anyone else. Against anyone else, she would square her shoulders, glare defiantly, and refuse to flinch. She wouldn’t let them see how much it hurt.

But not Minato.

Her fingers unfurled, brushing against the rough fabric of her shirt as she let her arms fall limp. The distant horizon blurred into a streak of pale orange and soft violet, the sun setting with the kind of beauty that made her heart ache all the more. She felt so small against the expanse of the world before her, her vibrant red hair spilling over her shoulders like the blood of something broken and irreparable.

Not Minato…

Not when he had been the one thing—the one person—who had ever made her feel like she could be something more than a vessel. Someone more than a weapon.

Mito-sama’s voice echoed in her mind, a whisper wrapped in warmth she longed for but could no longer touch. “Fill your vessel with love.”

She had tried. Oh, she had tried so hard. She had poured every ounce of herself into that idea, into believing that if she just loved fiercely enough, it would be enough. That it would heal her.

But how could you fill a vessel with love when you felt so utterly undeserving of it?

Kushina shuddered, her gaze locked on the horizon, the distant waves blurring into nothingness. Her voice trembled as she finally found the strength to speak, soft and broken, like the crashing of waves on jagged rocks.

The pier creaked again as Kushina shifted her weight, her body trembling as though it might collapse under the strain of everything she couldn’t say. The sea stretched endlessly before her, a restless expanse of greys and blues that mirrored the tumult inside her.

But Minato… Minato had always eased that struggle.

Her breath hitched as memories clawed their way to the surface—memories of golden hair and sunlit laughter, of someone who had made even the heaviest days lighter, as though the burdens she carried weren’t so insurmountable after all.

Minato had been her friend. Her companion. The one who had saved her—not just from those enemy nin so long ago, but from herself. From the overwhelming loneliness that had hollowed her out and left her wondering if she was anything more than the cage she carried.

Her healer.

Her purpose.

And now… now he knew. Not only knew, but had seen.

The tears came faster, hot and unstoppable, streaking her cheeks as she clutched her arms around herself. A shudder wracked her frame, and this time, she couldn’t hold back the broken sob that tore from her throat.

“What explanation can I give you?” Her voice cracked, raw and full of anguish as she finally spoke, each word trembling on the brink of despair. “Don’t you already know? Haven’t you seen enough?”

[thetoaddaddy]

"If you wake up haunted it's not my fault" Says the Genin decisively, "Sensei, we're not supposed to set up camp here. Inoichi told me the grounds near Kawa pass were..." He pauses, blue hues widening as his voice drops a decibel, "you know....haunted."

“Haunted?” Jiraiya gasps with a fake sarcastic air. He then scoffs before flapping out his bed roll. “Relax kid. Don’t do nothing to anger the spirits and they won’t do nothing to you. We’re just visiting their house, so be on your best behaviour:”

[senjutsunade]

Utterly annoying? Yes. Blindingly bright? Yes. A moron? Definitely. Evil? HAH! Too much of a flake for that.

I was going through your posts and I really like your Minato! He seems evil. Is he evil really?

Depends on who you ask.~

[konohagakurekakashi]

"Since it's your birthday, how about you pick the place for lunch?" Cue pause as Obito is given the sensei-standard look of behave before he returns his gaze to Kakashi, "Then we can discuss that jutsu you were curious about..."

"Ne?"

[Verse of your choosing. Demo, I had 'Icarus' in mind since it's pure chaos ^^;

The Hatake didn’t react much to the invitation thrown his way, attention fixed on adjusting the wrapping about his ankles, the ends of the trappings discoloured and frayed - no thanks to a wayward fireball jutsu from Obito. Grey hues narrowed as a spark of annoyance ignited in his chest at the thought of his teammate and how much more /work/ it was to dodge his attacks now that he had awakened those eyes of his. Plus, Kakashi never really cared much for birthdays, the day like any other, save for the fact that he was now a year older. He did pause once his sensei alluded to his new jutsu however, the thought of getting Minato's input on how to remedy the tunnel-vision; quenching any and all irritation he might have felt a beat prior.

“…Really?”

He blinked up at the other, lips thinning underneath his mask as he considered his options.

“…Then…I want Imagawayaki, with an eggplant filling.”

@minaa-munch

[emayuku]

SONGBOOK: The Big Band Singers II

The Big Band Singers: Tanjuro Kamado, Van Hohenheim and Minato Namikaze

Starring Elizabeth Mayuku and the American Standards Ensemble

This season’s lineup highlights the music and times of the greatest 20th century American composers and singers.

@doyoulikethissong-poll

@muichirosboba

@tanjuros 

@ask-tanjuro-anything

@tanjuro

@bloody-arty-myths

@funnylittleredhead

@ask-tanjuro-anything

@noisylovepatrol

@nothingtoseehere1-2-3

@staymarus

@silverynightart

@charlottecors

@anime-demon-slayer-kny

@nostromoboy

@brokendeathangel

@2demon2slayer

@demonslayedher

@nothingtoseehere1-2-3

@noisylovepatrol

@almond0moon

@vinjiko-kny

@iwriteloveletters

@reicchel

@crimsonblack2

@miimiishii

@earlgreybocchan

@vanhohenheimoflight-blog

@hohenheimoflight-blog 

@hohenheiml-blog-blog

@ry-hohenheim-light-wizard-blog

@illustraice

@theliteraryluggage

@roymaes 

@fma-merchandise

@areyousanta

@too-cool-for-facebook

@atomicpowered

@dearreader

@kokodrawings

@yellow-flasher 

@minatonojutsu 

@minaa-munch 

@sockendrache

@taetaebabe 

@minakushiweek 

@wandering-wardster 

@yn-uzumaki-hatake

@fuckyeahminatonamikaze

@xninosch

@konoha-kiiroisenko

@yell0w-flash

@konohasflcsh-blog

@namikaze-yellow-flash-blog 

@minato-namikaze-official

@thetide-thevamps-5sos-1d-blog

@culturegeek20

@annakirk23

@yuumei-art

@lackadaisycats

@bip-n-bop

@funfairsundaes

@ordinaryartistt

@matthew-knyshait

@ordinaryartistt

[konohadaddies]

Continued from HERE with @Minaa-munch

The Jounin Commander tried to keep his occasional smoking a secret, at least of the herbal side of things, and wasn't entirely sure how open Minato was about it. Thankfully, it seemed to be going well with how amused the blond looked. "It's a special blend for me. Quiets the mind and makes me hungry," Which was something the Nara struggled with at times. "Doesn't hit too hard."

Though what he didn't say, was it was definitely Inoichi who had mixed it for him. His best friend grew the best herbs in the village and knew how to use them. But after the day he'd had, arguing with Lord Third about who to send on a couple missions, he'd wanted the time to calm his head. Besides, Yuki had greeted him at the door and shoved his smoking pouch in his hands and given him a quick kiss before shutting the door in his face. Even she had known how stressed he was. Probably thanks to Inoichi, but the result was the same. "Sometimes it's hard to be taken seriously even now." He was after all, still in his early twenties. Raising the joint back to his lips and flicking the lighter, he took another puff before turning his hand in a silent offer of the joint if Minato chose to join him. "Your day?"

[senjutsunade]

[ @minaa-munch That day was FUN!!! xDD

We need to be in the same city again ASAP! ;w;

Ready or Not 2019 | dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin and Tyler Gillett

[senjutsunade]

Hokage diaries--

You need SPITE to be a good Hokage. Debate.

@konohagakurekakashi & @minaa-munch

[thetoaddaddy]

⚰️

“Dead?” Jiraiya asks.

He sighs loudly as he trudges past Minato. He was worse for wear. Tired. Dark circles under his eyes made it clear he’s been awake for days. Injuries he patched up with whatever he could, including ripping up the hems of his clothes. His hair dirty and more grey than white.

“I go MIA for a week or so and you all think I’m dead? Get out of my way I want my bed and a stiff one.” Clearly he was in no mood to be questioned or talk about where he’s been.

[konohagakurekakashi]

Maa...I don't know what you mean. Last time I checked a mask meant /impassiveness/. Any brief flicker of smugness (or incalculable dread...at any mention of a promotion) must have been a trick of the light. A genjutsu. A real shinobi must not be moved by emotion, or so I heard.

@senjutsunade @minaa-munch

[himekushinada]

@swirleysarefun, @konohagakurekakashi, @minaa-munch

Kushina sensei au, where she trains obito and Rin (tho mostly Obito at first, since she first encountered the lik guy @ the training grounds)

[heartofswords]

[ Do you have any Tobirama sensei headcanons? If so, could you share a few?

I thought about it over lunch, so here are my brand new headcanons:

Tobirama is a slavemaster. He won’t tolerate any result below perfection. Hiruzen, Homura and Koharu learnt this very early through endless repetitions of every single thing they were practicing. Every time they talk back earned them more exercises, though, so they quickly learned the art of diplomacy.

Tobirama grew up in an era of constant warfare. He has no way to know what the future will be like for Konoha’s ninja, so when in doubt, he exceeds, and trains his students with the same rigor he was trained himself. 

Teaching is something Tobirama loves, but it also frustrates him. Things that are perfectly logical for him are not for other people, and he always has to come up with new ways to explain concepts or moves that are very easy for him. He does get frustrated when, no matter what he says or does, his students just don’t get it, but he prides himself on his selfcontrol, and he never took it out on his students. When he’s at his limit, he takes a break to calm himself down rather than say something he’ll regret later. Kids are not at fault, he is.

Even if he was harshly reprimanded for it, Tobirama made sure his students’ first kill wasn’t on a battlefield, but in a controlled situation. He took his students to the prison and had them execute three people who were already slated for capital punishment. His students hated him for that, but that made sure that they knew what killing another person was like, and none of them froze the first time they killed in a fight, probably saving their lives.

Tobirama is an understanding teacher, and he never punishes them for asking questions. Nothing is taboo. 

Koharu was the first of the trio to discover that Tobirama allows himself to be bribed with sushi. 

You know Mad Eye Moody from Harry Potter and his motto of “constant vigilance”? Well. That’s Tobirama. His teams comes to expect to be attacked out of the blue in the weirdest moments. They come to the point where they’re able to dismantle Tobirama’s traps when when yawning over their morning coffee our of sheer habit.

[peepingtoad]

I recently got an ask regarding Kiiroi Senko merch and I was wondering...Jiraiya was obviously more popular; both as an artist and a shinobi. Do you think he ever found his face plastered on random merchandise he never endorsed? If so, what was his reaction? [Also, hello it's been forever]

impromptu hc asks || always accepting! || @minaa-munch

Good question!

You know, one of the things I liked right away in the Search for Tsunade arc was the slot machine she plays on (this is from a card I found but I remember it being in the anime too):

So I always like the thought that because the Sannin were famous mostly for their a) feat in war, b) their summons and c) their overt indulgence in the shinobi taboos, the use of the sansukumi imagery ended up being ‘unofficially’ used in casinos across the nations like the above.

Of course, it’s not something they have copyrighted or anything, but I could see them going to a casino some time after they’ve become famous, seeing these little frog-slug-snake nods everywhere and being like ‘... hey, are any of you guys getting royalties for this? they totally lifted our brand’

That aside, we see a fair few bits of toad/frog merchandise in general, which again I’d say is a nod to the fact that toads were always said to have strong ties to the Land of Fire, and Jiraiya’s iconic use of them just cemented that view further.

Other than that, I’m now definitely picturing like... you know fairground rides that have the really off-looking, miscoloured bootleg artwork of copyrighted characters or pop stars airbrushed on? So you’ll have a helter skelter that’s got some wind-themed name and there’s a wonky Orochimaru on it with bright blue markings and lime green eyes, a ride with a sudden drop that has a ginger Tsunade with her fist to the ground, and then perhaps a toad-themed trick house with an equally goofed Jiraiya with a bright pink and purple outfit or something :’D

This ended up a bit more specific to the Sannin overall pff! 

But as for Jiraiya specifically, I’m sure with his truly extra appearance and penchant for hot springs and bars, he’s been used on some posters and stuff without his knowing. Of course, I reckon he’ll get approached on a more official basis via his publishers for endorsements once he becomes more of a ‘household’ name through his books—and let’s face it, any bootleg stuff he’ll probably find it super funny, and be very happy to offer a better photo or what have you anyway :’)

Of course, we also can’t forget the card game that becomes popular by the Boruto era! I’m sure plenty of wonky figurines come from that, as we see consumerism begin to grow more commonplace.

[shatteredxlookingxglass]

[ Could you expand on the Kato bardic tradition? What sort of stories would Dan know? Would he be willing to entertain any curious ears, were they to pester him?

The tradition itself dates back to several generations prior to the formation of the Hidden Villages, when the nomadic Kato first came into being as a clan - when they established a temporary settlement on the southern coast of the Land of Lightning after a journey away from the founding family’s original home in the Land of Water. 

It was said that during those days, an unfathomable evil threatened their people, and while beseeching a being of the in-between places - a being that was neither good nor evil, god nor demon - the clan head was granted a boon so that he might defend their home and people. In the process, the color was stricken from his hair, and his spirit was released from his body, enabling him to destroy the threat. The ability to project his soul remained thereafter as a blessing from the deva, to whom he had sworn fealty. 

Future generations were marked with the same chakric and spiritual aptitude by the color of their hair.

The event itself and the legend it birthed was one that solidified the need for the a Kato talespinner, to take down their stories and songs, and to preserve their history as they traveled far and wide. Every generation had one, and every time their caravan moved along, the talespinner was a foundational and influential part of their religious and celebratory traditions. In some cases, the talespinner also focused on harnessing the alternative, gentler uses of their jutsu.

Dan was trained to succeed his uncle as the next Kato talespinner, since the clan was dwindling in numbers - primarily because he showed an aptitude and interest in folklore and mythologies from early childhood. He committed to memory the stories, songs, and folk dances passed along, as well as the stylings necessary to perform them. And as a treasured hobby of Dan’s is collecting the stories of other villages and nations he’s visited - along with visiting the ruins of those lost - there is always much to be added to his repertoire or documentation.

His personal favorites are long creation yarns pertaining to each region, as all are different, despite the prevalence of those in Fire Country.

With the slow loss of his family, there was little need for these skills, but he remains the one to keep them alive. But in short, he would absolutely entertain others who were willing to listen - as his skills no longer truly have an audience.

[senjutsunade]

Do I see a flake lurking around? Making sure I don't traumatize your spawn too much?

@minaa-munch