The training courtyard buzzed with energy as the morning sun glinted off the rooftops of the Monastery of Spinjitzu. Weapons clashed, voices shouted commands, and the rhythmic thuds of combat echoed across the stone walls. Everything was running like clockwork—until the temple doors flung open with unnecessary flair.

She stood in the archway like it was a stage entrance. High ponytail flicked dramatically over her shoulder. Lip gloss too shiny for battle. Clothes not quite appropriate for combat, but just revealing enough to call it “flexible.” And that voice—light, airy, almost too sweet to be natural.

The ninja team collectively paused.