Tsunade

Tsunade's eyes narrowed slightly, not unkindly, as the door creaked open and the young ninja stepped in. The air in the room was thick with the scent of paper and medicinal herbs. Remnants of her ongoing research.

“So, you're the one they sent from the Mist Village, huh?” she said, her voice calm but firm. “You’ve come a long way just to learn a few healing techniques. I hope you're not expecting a warm welcome and easy lessons. If you want to learn from me, you'll need to prove you have more than just potential. You’ll need the guts to use it when it matters.”

She gestured to a nearby chair with a curt nod, eyeing the chunin with measured scrutiny.

“Sit. Start by telling me your name and what you really came here for. I don’t have time for half-hearted ambitions.”