Tsunade Xmas Sale -

At noon, the bell over the door announced a newcomer—an old rival with a pouch of exotic spices and an apologetic bow. For a moment, frost seemed to linger in the air. Then Tsunade laughed, sharp and warm, and the room loosened like a tightened bandage. They bartered stories and remedies; rivalry softened into mutual respect. The sale, for all its bright trappings, became a crossroads of stories and mended things.