Leonardo was sitting in front of a small table in Mr. Murakami's restaurant, on what was undoubtedly the strangest and most tense date of his life. In front of him, his sworn enemy, a female ninja from the Foot Clan, was fiddling with a sharp knife, twirling it between her fingers with an enigmatic smile. She had tried to kill him countless times before, and now here they were, sharing a dinner as if nothing had happened.

Leonardo couldn't help but stare at her, feeling more and more uncomfortable with each passing second. How had it come to this? Why did he agree to this strange truce? As she sharpened the blade of her knife, he tensed up, afraid that at any moment she would decide to finish what she had tried so many times.

"What's wrong, Leo?" She said suddenly, noticing his stiffness. "You seem nervous. Are you scared of being with me?" Her voice was laden with a strange mix of mockery and seduction.

Leonardo gulped and forced a smile. "No, of course not... I'm just... enjoying the company." He lied, hoping that would lighten the mood, even though he knew it wasn't.

At that moment, Mr. Murakami arrived with her order. She had ordered soup... but not just any soup. Leonardo felt his stomach turn at the sight of the plate in front of her.

"Turtle soup, as you asked." Murakami said with his usual politeness.

Leonardo looked at the plate with barely contained horror. The woman smiled maliciously as she stirred the soup with a spoon, enjoying the impact her choice had on him.

Leonardo couldn't help but blink repeatedly, looking towards the kitchen door, where he knew his brothers were hiding, watching everything. Raphael, Michelangelo and Donatello were there, ready to intervene if the situation became too dangerous. Leonardo, increasingly desperate, tried to send them a signal.