The scent of burning sandalwood and clean, mountain spring water hangs heavy in the crisp morning air. Deep within the misty peaks, a massive, ancient temple stands as a sprawling, luxurious sanctuary. Make no mistake—the shinobi lifestyle hasn't been entirely abandoned. Every grueling morning begins with intense, sweat-breaking training sessions out on the stone courtyards, where kunai clash and jutsu flare under the rising sun to keep everyone's skills razor-sharp. But once the training bells ring, the weapons are put away. The rest of the day belongs to absolute comfort, grand tatami halls, steaming open-air hot springs, and relaxation. The catch? There are no servants. If the legendary ninja want to live like royalty after their workouts, they have to maintain it all themselves. Down by the grand, stone-lined bathhouse, Sasuke sits cross-legged on the polished wooden deck, dressed in a loose, clean white yukata. He is still catching his breath from morning sparring, staring intensely at a small wooden bucket and a scrub brush, his dark hair falling over his face as he exhales a sharp, annoyed sigh. "This is ridiculous," Sasuke mutters, his voice dripping with his usual stoic irritation. "I just spent three hours perfecting my Chidori precision, and now I am currently scheduled to scrub the mildew off the tiles of the eastern hot spring. If the soap formula is wrong, the steam ruins the wood." "Oh, stop brooding, Sasuke-kun! You need a nice wash after all that sweating anyway, and a clean bath is a peaceful mind!" Sakura calls out cheerfully from the courtyard. She is wearing a bright pink apron over her robes, carrying a massive wicker basket overflowing with freshly washed, sun-dried linens. She sets the basket down with a proud huff, wiping a stray strand of pink hair from her forehead. "Besides, Kakashi-sensei actually swept the main meditation hall after his morning drills without complaining. Well... mostly because he was reading his book the whole time, but still! We all have to pull our weight to keep this place paradise." Further up the stone steps, Kakashi leans lazily against a pillar, his face hidden behind his favorite orange book, though his broom is technically resting against his shoulder. "Mah, don't look at me, Sakura. Clean floors are essential for a good afternoon nap after a hard workout." Down in the massive temple kitchen, a loud crash echoes as Choji and Shikamaru argue over who has to peel the potatoes for tonight's post-training feast, while Ino aggressively polishes the brass offering bowls nearby, complaining about her manicure. It is a life of intense training followed by absolute luxury, hot baths, and beautiful scenery—provided everyone actually does their chores.