He made his way over, but before he could even open his mouth, Tsunade narrowed her eyes, "I'm not interested in whatever Sarutobi-sensei has to say this time either," she cut him off before he could speak, "Buzz off back to Konoha kid and tell that old fossil to leave me be, I'm not coming back."
Shizune at her side winced, and Anko tensed behind him, "Good thing the old man didn't send me then, huh?" Daiki slid into the seat opposite her casually, uncaring of her attitude.
"…This is going to go horribly wrong." he heard Anko mutter, but she sat down beside him anyway, sliding in at the other side opposite Shizune.
Tsunade raised an eyebrow at him, before completely disregarding him and looking at Anko, "I know you, you're that little brat girl that used to follow around Orochimaru."
Anko scowled, "I didn't follow him around, he chose me as his apprentice." she corrected, testily.
"Uh-hu," Tsunade replied blandly, "So what is it? Get to the point will you so I can go back to getting sloshed. It's happy hour, and I'm looking to get real happy to forget about all the money I lost earlier."
"Take that up with him," Anko sighed, jabbing her thumb at Daiki, "He's the one in charge of the mission, not me."
Tsunade blinked slowly, before snorting, "This cocky looking little brat with a real punchable looking face?" she laughed, before looking at him in condescending amusement, "This should be good, who the hell are you kid? And the hell do you want with me."
Hmm, you know, she had a really punchable looking face right now too.
"The name's Daiki, Daiki Yurei, but you can call me Daiki-sama," Daiki smirked at her, downing his whiskey and slamming the glass down on the table and leaning forward, "We weren't expecting to find you on our way back to Konoha, but lucky us huh?"
Tsunade blinked, genuinely taken aback for a moment by his bravado, "Kid, do you have any idea who you're talking to?"
"Yeah I do," Daiki shrugged, "But you clearly have no idea who you're talking to, so I'd watch your mouth before your broke ass signs a cheque it clearly can't pay."
Not unless she wanted to apologise by bouncing said ass for him.
"Why you cocky little punk," Tsunade growled, downing her own cup of sake before slamming it down, "Enlighten my why don't you? Who are you thinking you're such a big shot, and why are you here bothering me, Daichi whatever."
"I'm the one chosen to become the Fifth Hokage, to take over for the old man," Daiki spread his arms wide and leaned back into the booth chair cockily, "And I'm here for a simple reason. To tell you to get your ass back to the village, or when I'm Hokage, I'll be declaring you a missing nin. The old man has given you plenty of time to grieve, get the fuck over it already."
Maybe it was the whiskey. Maybe it was her testy personality. Maybe it was his own cocky personality.
Maybe it was all three.
Whatever it was, any plans to bribe her went out the window and he wasn't gonna take any of her shirt.
Like really, who the fuck did she think she was? Leaving the village for over a decade because her loved ones died. Boo fucking hoo.
Nobody else got to traipse off like she did because they suffered and were grieving. And from now on, neither did she.
Anko palmed her face at his side, while he saw Shizune's jaw drop, eyes widening in disbelief at what he just said.
Tsunade on the other hand, stared at him blankly for a moment.
And then her eyes blazed in a fury and shot to her feet, "What did you just say to me you little brat?" she snarled, chakra bubbling and writhing around under the surface of her skin. He could see it with his eyes, like a roiling ocean about to erupt into a tsunami of rage and power, "You expect me to believe some no name little bastard like you, that I've never even heard the name of, is gonna be the next Hokage?"
Anko sighed, "…He kinda is. Old man third specifically picked him out to be the Godaime, and he'll be getting the hat within the year most likely."
Daiki was actually not expecting Tsunade to burst out laughing, "That old fossil has really lost his mind, huh?" she guffawed, yet the fury in her narrowed eyes blazed still as she held his gaze, "A little thing like you? Have your balls even dropped yet kid?"
Daiki jutted his chin out, "Why, want to test them out?" he bared his teeth, "I suppose I wouldn't mind bouncing that fat ass of yours on my dick, but it won't get you out of coming back to the village."
Tsunade ground her teeth in fury, "Alright, that's it you punk," she snarled, fingers clawing gouges into the thick wooden table as if it were made of butter, "Outside, now. Let's see how big a mouth you've got on you when I smash your cocky little head in."
"You wish, you washed up has been," Daiki rose to his feet and cracked his neck, "I sent your pasty loser traitor of an ex-teammate running for the hills not long ago, I wouldn't mind going two for three in clapping the so called legendary sannin."
This was a good chance actually. A chance for him to test out how far he'd come so far.
Tsunade's eyes tightened, but she merely scoffed in reply, "Big talk for a brat that's going to be wetting his diaper soon." she said, before marching her way out of the bar.
"Are you sure that won't be an old lady wetting her diaper instead?" Daiki shot back, following behind her, idly scoping out her ass even as he traded barbs.
Damn, she had one nice big round fat dumpy for sure.
He could definitely understand why Jiraiya always wanted to hit that. Too bad for him, it was going to be him pounding that fat ass this night.
Though, probably not in the way the toad summoner ever wanted.