Old
It was hard being one of the last of her generation. One of the last who still practiced the old ways. Who carried the memories of her fallen comrades in her heart.
It was fair to say that Inuzuka Tsume was one of the few survivors. One of the twins were gone and two thirds of her generations Ino-Shika-Cho. Not to mention Mikoto and Kushina and Minato, dead at the hands of those who they had cared for.
And it made her feel old. She shouldn't feel old, she was barely in her forties, but not having her generation around did that to her.
Watching the next generation, her son's generation was worse. She could see everyone who had died, and even those who hadn't, in them. That Nara kid echoed his fathers so called brilliance. The two Hyuuga embodied their uncles personalities and father's fates. And that Naruto kid . . . He had Kushina's fire and Minato's will.
So maybe her and her generation getting old and passing on wasn't so bad. The next generation was well prepared to pick up the mantle.
Yeah, I (really really really really really) wanted to write Tsume. O-week is hard. Fun (Toga party anybody), but hard work.