With most people who attempted to wake her, flailing in the direction of the problem seemed to solve it eventually. Not so with anyone who called her "princess".
You see, there were three people living who called her princess. Jiraiya, who would eventually leer enough that she could feel it prickling her skin, Orochimaru, and Obito, who would poke at her until she woke up. He'd even found out the right tactics to avoid being pulverized into dust, the little brat.
"Ungh," Tsunade groaned. Despite her protest, she felt good. It was a rare morning she woke without being incredibly aware of what she did the night before. She sat up, leaning back on the couch with a heavy, put-upon sigh. "What do you want, kid?"
poking the dragon isn't good for YOUR health, you little such and such
You see, there were three people living who called her princess. Jiraiya, who would eventually leer enough that she could feel it prickling her skin, Orochimaru, and Obito, who would poke at her until she woke up. He'd even found out the right tactics to avoid being pulverized into dust, the little brat.
"Ungh," Tsunade groaned. Despite her protest, she felt good. It was a rare morning she woke without being incredibly aware of what she did the night before. She sat up, leaning back on the couch with a heavy, put-upon sigh. "What do you want, kid?"