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.
“Eight legendary kunoichi,” Tsunade announced, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “One kitchen. No weapons. Only spice.” Before anyone could object, the tea house door burst open
“You also gambled away your village’s emergency fund,” Sakura muttered. Before anyone could object