Losing Control of Power Is Normal, Right?

"..." Tsunade silently rose to her feet, placed Mito on the hospital bed, and murmured softly, "Good night, Grandma." Mito lay on the bed with her eyes closed, her expression serene and peaceful. She did not look as though she had passed away suddenly, but rather as if she had fallen asleep—or finally found release. This old woman had been born in the late Warring States era, when ninja clans stood everywhere and war never ceased.