Shizune, ever the loyal assistant, handed out glossy documents. The header read: KUNAI OR KITCHEN? – A Culinary Combat Competition .
“What?” Hinata blinked. “They’re very photogenic radishes.”
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. Shizune, ever the loyal assistant, handed out glossy
Tsunade leaned back, crossing her arms. For a moment, the legendary Sannin looked almost amused. “Alright. Here’s the deal. One week. We produce a pilot. Shizune handles production, Ino handles distribution, Temari handles PR. Sakura, you’re the host. Hinata, you’re the wholesome B-roll. Tenten, you get one (1) explosive demonstration per episode.”
Tenten nodded vigorously.
Sakura’s eye twitched. “You want us to fight for content?”
Before anyone could object, the tea house door burst open. Ino Yamanaka strode in like she owned the place—because she partially did. Her entertainment agency, Yamanaka Media Minds , had recently signed half of the active kunoichi roster. “What
“I invested it in pachinko futures,” Tsunade corrected, sitting down. “Which is why I’m now producing a reality show. Shizune, the papers.”