The old tea house outside Konoha’s market district had seen decades of shinobi secrets whispered over lukewarm tea. But on this humid Thursday afternoon, the secrets were less about missions and more about engagement metrics.
And it was going to be an absolute bloodbath. End of Part One. The old tea house outside Konoha’s market district
“Seventeen is generous,” drawled a voice from the doorway. Tsunade, the Fifth Hokage (retired, though no one dared say it to her face), swept in with Shizune trailing behind, arms full of contracts. “When I was your age, we healed people because they were dying, not for likes.” End of Part One
Hinata raised a quiet hand. “Could we… perhaps do a segment on chakra-efficient gardening? My viewers love the radishes.” “When I was your age, we healed people
The entertainment industry had finally come to the Hidden Leaf.