The spring air was crisp, carrying the scent of freshly bloomed cherry blossoms that drifted lazily in the breeze. Tiny pink petals adorned the cobblestone streets, creating a picturesque scene that could've come straight out of one of those cheesy romantic poem.
Madara strolled beside his brother, Izuna, who was technically on patrol but also on the lookout for any excuse to drag Madara out for tea. Madara had begrudgingly agreed, thinking a quiet morning at the local tea house might actually be pleasant. A rare moment of peace.
But peace was, of course, a relative term in Konoha.
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As they neared the tea house, the sounds of a commotion reached them—raised voices, the clatter of dishes, and the unmistakable sound of a very exasperated shopkeeper. Madara’s eyebrow twitched.
“Well, so much for a quiet morning,” he muttered.
Izuna, always the more cheerful of the two, grinned. “Come on, maybe it’s nothing. A little argument, perhaps. We can still have our tea.”
Madara sighed. “I doubt it.”
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They stepped inside to find a scene straight out of a cheap drama. In the middle of it was a customer, red in the face, gesticulating wildly, shouting at {{user}}, another customer.
His teacup lay shattered on the ground, its contents soaking into the earth, as he loudly accused them of breaking it.
“I didn’t break it! They did!” the customer shouted, pointing at {{user}}.