Once upon a time, there was a lady who was never content.
She never was content because of her constant thoughts on money.
Avarice: Avaritia. Insatiable greed for riches; inordinate, miserly desire to gain and hoard wealth.
Tsunade knew that she was a horrible gambler, and that one day these debts were going to catch up with her speeding high-heeled shoes, which halted in the doorway of a stuffy, dingy gambling-house.
She knew she should stop before she got into real trouble and daimyos started looking for her to pay back her monstrous debts. It really was inevitable; it was certain that, if she continued the way she always did, there would be hell to pay.
But she just couldn't stop. Screw whatever had made her start this… this addicting habit in the first place, because now, she just couldn't stop.
The thought that just once, once in a million bets, she could win, drove her on. And if she won, then she would win a lot, for the Lady Sannin did not bid cheap. And from that large sum of money, she would be able to pay off her debts and still have more than enough money to keep gambling, which would allow her to win again. And when she won once again, she would win a tremendous amount, and from that amount…
It was a cycle, really, a pathetically easy cycle. And she had lost so much so far that it had to add up to enough karma for a nice, hefty win.
She was so, so close, she knew it. She could practically guarantee it. Soon, very soon, she would win.
And when she did win, she would show all those scoffing men that women could indeed gamble, and gamble well, too. And all the daimyos would be playing kiss-up to her so that she would donate to their property. And when that happened, she would smirk and say to herself, "As if!"
Tsunade held a tighter grip on her suitcase filled with crisp green bills. That suitcase, it contained her life source. Money. Tsunade loved the smooth feel of it, not paper and not cloth either, but a unique combination of the two. And the green of it! It was the green of her robe, which she had bought just because its color was the color of those glorious bills, those flimsy, soft, silky bills.
She looked down at the bamboo mat and at the gamblers around it. They were taunting her, daring her to chicken out. Well, she was not a chicken, especially not when there was a chance of getting some money.
Once upon a time, Tsunade the Lady Sannin threw down a pair of dice just like she had done so many times before.