Chapter two: Seeing ghosts.
Tsunade was relaxing after a particularly gruelling training session when she heard it the first time; a self-satisfied, male chuckle, from one corner of the hot springs. The entire section erupted into shrieks and screams as women snatched towels to their chests and ran for the changing rooms, accompanied by the chuckling voice.
Tsunade just sank deeper into the water, not wanting to get out when her muscles were still this sore, and reached for a kunai, scanning the area for anything that might betray the source of the chuckle. She thought she recognised the voice, but she didn't sense any chakra, and there was no way that he was good enough to hide from her. She thought she saw a faint shimmer, and was about to throw several Kunai at it, before it vanished, and she was left with the choice of throwing her knives at what was probably somewhere else already, and then having to go fetch them, with someone watching, or staying as far underwater as possible without boiling our cutting off her air supply, and enjoying the unique experience of having the hot springs to herself. Almost.
She lay under the cloudy water for several hours, until her hands were so wrinkled and pale that she could barely recognise them, and she didn't even want to speculate on the state of her feet. By this time, some people were beginning to come back into the hot springs, so she decided that it was safe to get out. Grabbing up her towel and kunai, Tsunade wrapped it firmly around her chest and waist, moving quickly towards her changing rooms. As she passed the place that the chuckle had first come from, something that felt curiously like a hand brushed against her rear. Spinning around, Tsunade felt her kunai hit something, and draw blood, but there was no sign of who's blood it was...at least to the untrained ninja. Even at this tender young age of thirteen, Tsunade was a moderately accomplished medical ninja. She was a natural, but what currently interested her most was being able to kick male butt. Either way, she was good enough to be at least able to identify someone by fresh blood. It was almost as basic as learning how to limit the amount of fresh blood hanging around outside people.
A faint green glow wrapped around the kunai for a second, and illuminated Tsunade's face with ghostly light. After it faded, she grinned grimly, and wiped the blood off.
"Right then, it is on."
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I need to make these chapters longer and funnier. Thus far it's just been set up, and I'm not really writing well today, but I will strive to improve. Even though you've probably managed to guess who this ghost is. Ah well...I don't do mystery much. ~Ratpigeon