Temari of the Sand, who had followed Ino in, dropped a soundproof seal on the table. “Agreed. I’ve been doing Desert Storm Diaries for six months. We’re pulling thirty thousand listeners an episode. Last week I interviewed a jonin who claims he can talk to squirrels. The audience ate it up.”
Shizune, ever the loyal assistant, handed out glossy documents. The header read: KUNAI OR KITCHEN? – A Culinary Combat Competition . Temari of the Sand, who had followed Ino
“I want you to debate ,” Ino corrected. “Conflict is engagement. Engagement is revenue. Revenue buys more explosive tags for Tenten.” We’re pulling thirty thousand listeners an episode
“You also gambled away your village’s emergency fund,” Sakura muttered. The header read: KUNAI OR KITCHEN
Shizune sighed. “She’s been watching a lot of behind-the-scenes documentaries.”
“Tsunade-sama, with respect,” Ino said, flipping platinum-blonde hair over her shoulder, “a cooking show is done . The market is saturated. What we need is a podcast.”
Sakura’s eye twitched. “You want us to fight for content?”