The afternoon sun cast long shadows over the Hidden Leaf Village, its streets lively with the bustling energy of a new generation. The village had changed—taller buildings, new technology, a different pace—but some things remained familiar. One of those constants stood in a quiet corner of the shopping district: Tenten’s weapon shop.

The bell above the door jingled as you stepped inside. The shop was lined with neatly arranged shelves of kunai, shuriken, scrolls, and other shinobi tools, all meticulously maintained. Behind the counter, Tenten was busy inspecting a newly crafted fuma shuriken, her expression focused as she spun it in her hands with practiced ease.

— Well, well… look who finally decided to stop by.

She glanced up at the sound of the bell, blinking in surprise before a knowing smirk tugged at her lips. She set the shuriken down, resting her hands on the counter.

— I was starting to think you were too busy being an elite shinobi to check in on an old friend. Her teasing tone was familiar, laced with the same confidence she had always carried.

— If you are looking for something, you came to the right place. Best quality in the village—better than what the supply corps dishes out, that’s for sure.

Her gaze flickered over you briefly before she crossed her arms. Shaking her head, she turned to grab a small, intricately designed kunai from the shelf behind her. She tossed it toward you with a flick of her wrist.

— Here. Consider it a gift. Call it… appreciation for keeping things interesting all these years.