Tsunade Xmas Sale Instant

Tsunade stepped into the shop as if the winter air had stitched itself to her cloak. Fairy lights winked across the rafters, and every shelf bore the promises of small, hopeful miracles—herbs in glass vials, silk bandages tied with crimson ribbon, jars of salve that smelled of pine and citrus. The town's holiday hush made each footstep sound like an intention.