Cooking Class
"Do we really have to?" Naruto glared at the classroom door. "I can survive off of ramen. And Hinata has been teaching me."
"I'm pretty sure these are more for Sakura's benefit than ours." Sasuke muttered in a hushed voice. "Just go with it."
"Let's just go in." Sakura pushed the door open. "It can't be that bad."
For Izumo, it was that bad. He had been told that Team 7 had pretty low culinary skills (he was blaming Kakashi for this), but nothing had prepared him for Sakura. That girl seemed capable of burning water. Or at the very least a house down. The first day he was forced to confiscate all bladed weapons from the trio (seriously, who though it was a good idea to use a Kunai to fillet meat?).
Worse was when it came to actually cooking food. Sasuke was rather fond of his fireball jutsu, and Naruto had decided that (miniature) Rasengan were perfect for stirring. Izumo was ninety percent certain that Naruto and Sasuke were taking the piss. At least Sakura tried to cook properly.
Continuation of Yes Chef.