Tsunade sighed, wiping the sweat off of her forehead. Blood soaked her clothing, hair and hands, probably staining her nails red.

She never liked having to give families or loved ones news of their precious person's demise. They would always cry, nod and leave, plead with her to tell her it was all just a mean joke.

She always tried to save every life.

She was a healer. She could be a miracle worker if luck was with her. She was one of the most skilled medics, but no matter how skilled she was, she could never revive the dead.