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Orihime Inoue loved her part-time job. She always had an affinity for baking, and working at this bakery was probably the best thing that has happened to her in a long time. Fighting Hollows, helping Ichigo, and being a select handful of humans that knew the true secrets of the afterlife (and how weirdly classist it is) was fun and all. But few things gave the buxom high school senior more joy, than taking in the smell of freshly baked bread at the start of her shift. As well as have her carry that smell when selling that soft bread to customers, vendors, and of course, her friends—when there was any left. Since, even Orihime’s overly generous nature, didn’t stop her from sneaking a loaf or three every now and then—over the past year and a half. Inevitably leading her to lose the slender figure that most girls idolized her for. Her uniforms grew tighter, her bras snugger, and the struggle to slide behind her desk became a bigger hassle with each passing month.

The life of a ninja is not always one of loud, boisterous emoting. It can be said that there is a sort of niche for that mindset, especially in the Fourth Age of the Ninja. But for every big, loud operative that announces their attacks of super-secret techniques that have been honed for generations, there must be ten—twenty, if not more—members of any squad that must be dedicated to doing the job silently. Through the use of the chakras that flow throughout the body, the Ninja are capable of doing tremendous and extraordinary things. It was only just recently that Ino Yamanaka felt as though that stealth had regained prominence in what was to be her chosen profession. “Oh look it’s my good friend.” Clearly, the more bombastic style of warfare that had been popularized in recent years had left her stealth skills wanting. Otherwise, how else was Ino supposed to explain getting spotted by a foreign agent? Sure it was only Temari, but of all the people to get accosted by while she

The women of the realm had long gotten tired of being abducted, held for ransom, eaten by dragons and all the usual maladies that came to those of female persuasion during these times. Legend has it that the largest, biggest, and most hungry for both power and food took up arms and took up the goal of expanding not only their waistlines but also their power and influence across the kingdoms. The Knights of Extra Round table swore to stuff themselves silly and adventure to protect plundered provisions in return for feasts and fair treatment for them and all women who joined them. Sure their armour was modified from metal plates meant to protect war Elephants and sure they ate as much as a troop of normal knights in one sitting but no one could deny that these ample and armed women would have a big impact on the world around them. One of their founders was Brunhilde Irongut. A massive daughter of a wealthy noble. She spurned suitors and riches in favour of combat and consuming as much