Tsunade raised an eyebrow. “So what do you suggest, Ino?”
Somewhere in the distance, Naruto sneezed. He was filming a ramen-eating challenge for his own channel. It had four views. Tsunade raised an eyebrow
“I invested it in pachinko futures,” Tsunade corrected, sitting down. “Which is why I’m now producing a reality show. Shizune, the papers.” It had four views
Sakura Haruno slammed her laptop shut. “I’m telling you, the algorithm hates medical ninjutsu. I posted a flawless chakra scalpel tutorial and got seventeen likes. Seventeen!” Shizune, the papers
“What?” Hinata blinked. “They’re very photogenic radishes.”
“They’re not squirrels,” Tenten muttered, squeezing into the crowded booth. She was holding a custom-made microphone shaped like the Bashōsen fan. “They’re shinobi chipmunks . There’s a difference. And my unboxing channel is dying because no one wants to see a legendary weapon review without explosions.”
“And you?” Sakura asked her master.