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The sweet scent of flowers on a cool spring morning was one of her favorites. She remembered looking out the window each time she had awakened from her bed, glancing at the pot of plants that were on the windowsill of her bedroom. She would then creak open the glass, letting in tiny droplets of the morning raindrop onto the petals of her flowers. She loved the feeling of moisture. It made her more connected to nature in her home.
People thought it was odd for her to appreciate such a thing but – being a young girl born in a spring month as well as carrying a name of a flower, they didn’t question it. It was something she had adored about the spring season. The blooming of flowers was a symbol of a new and warm beginning after a harsh and cold winter. She wished the smell of fresh spring would last forever.
As the years had gone by, the scent slowly faded away and the only thing that stayed with her was the smell of fresh iron – blood.
Sakura Haruno tossed the dampened cloth in the bucket as her patient’s blood-curdling scream broke her away from fond memories. Jade-green eyes stared wordlessly without any reaction, she took a deep breath and continued with her work.
Twelve hours, five critically injured patients, and myriads of scrolls and surgical gear – these were the things that Sakura had to endure through, along with her tiny team of healers. It consisted of her, her best friend Ino Yamanaka, her mentor’s dear friend Shizune, and other four skilled medics. The three of them were leading as the others were mainly for support.
Before them was a metal bed, adorned with markings that can sustain chakra energy and healing. Maintaining it was not easy as the patient was losing his will to live.
“I don’t think we can hold onto him much longer,” Ino gritted her teeth, exasperated because of the lack of sleep and progress.
This was about the sixth time that Ino had said this but Sakura did not budge. Giving up was the last thing she wanted to do and she sure as hell was going to rescue this man’s life, even if it meant that most of her chakra was going to be sucked out of her and she would be in a coma for two days.
Sakura stiffened her arms and it hovered over to the biggest wound – a large gash that stretched from the man’s shoulder and all the way to his stomach. When he was brought in, he was bleeding profoundly and many of the medics whispered how he would not last long. Any deeper, they whispered, his internal organs and everything else would come out in the open.
Immediately, Sakura, Ino, and Shizune got to work. Shizune led the small band of healers whilst Sakura and Ino took the major grunt of the sealing work. Being a medical ninja was not easy – it took patience, sharp thinking, and steady hands. It also took a lot of chakra and to be a medic ninja, one must have a talent for chakra control. Sakura was gifted enough to have all of the above.
But patience was not her strong point; if Ino were to say one more negative thing about the procedure, Sakura won’t be able to control herself screaming words towards the blonde.
“How is he so far?” Shizune’s fatigued voice came from near the chakra circle.
Sweat continued to pour like rain droplets from Sakura’s temple as she let out a breath. “Ino and I are finishing up the inner layer of the wound; his organs are pushing themselves out won’t be an issue but—,”
The pink-haired medic paused for a moment, trying to save and exert her balance of energy as well as watching out for Ino. From the silence, Shizune grew worried.
“But what?” She coerced.
“It’s his will.” Sakura explained, her green eyes looking down at the man’s emptied but pained eyes. “He is losing grip on himself.”
Sealing and regenerating the body was one thing but having the strength to continue in life was another. To Sakura, the body and the soul work together as partners and if one half was no longer functioning, the other would follow suit.
The man had been traumatized whether by pain or what he had witnessed in battle and he was deciding to pass on rather than to live. She did not know what he had seen but Sakura could understand why the man was suffering. As a shinobi, war and fighting were a part of life. What came with that was witnessing death - the death of comrades, friends, family, and strangers. Having to see corpse after corpse of faces that were once alive; it was all too much. In some cases, it would break one’s sanity.
Sakura could almost feel his affliction resonate into her own chest. She shut her eyes to control being affected but - her wrist was grabbed.
“Please…” She heard the man’s voice choked out.
When Sakura looked down, she could almost feel herself break under pressure. The male shinobi’s very expression said it all and Sakura’s fingers quaked. The man’s face was riddled with scars but she could tell, underneath it all, he was still quite young albeit a bit older than her. She did not know him personally but Sakura cursed the heavens for putting him into such a suffering faith. It was not fair.
“Please…” He repeated, his voice in between breaths, “Just let me die.”
Eyes widening, Sakura shut them again tightly. She will not cry.
The war was too much.
She could feel her blonde-haired friend cast an anxious glance beside her, waiting for what Sakura will do. There was a pregnant pause before Sakura slipped her hand gently from the man’s grasp. She then positioned her palm over his and held onto it tightly. No matter what the ending may be, Sakura knew for sure --
“I’m sorry.” Sakura replied, “That is something I cannot grant you.”
Tears welled up from the man’s eyes. Through the tears, Sakura saw hope even for but a split second. However, the man had already resigned his faith in death. Even if it’s just for a little bit… Sakura wanted to give him that reassurance.
It was the best she could do anyway.
Sakura breathed and managed a small smile.
“My hands are only made to save lives.”
The man was wrapped in a ceremonial bandage with a seal of protection written over it. He was going to be joining the thousands who had closed their eyes to darkness, never seeing the sunlight ever again as the shinobis assisted each other to carry him outside the medic’s camp.
Choked sobs of family members and relatives were heard from outside the war-torn tents as the local priests were to be called in preparation for the burial blessings. A fire would then be lit to burn the bodies and turn them into ashes.
Sakura and the medics emerged from the tents, the sun’s setting rays hitting upon their worn skin.
How many hours had it been? Sakura thought, her dark circles increasingly evident. Her cheeks were flushed of their color and only moist with the tears that prickled over.
She was unable to heal him.
His last moments were shared with her and the other medics. Sakura saw how his life flashed across his eyes before it emptied into nothingness. Though she had seen this many times before, this one man brought out the emotions that were buried deep inside of her. His beg for death and his call for the pain to end had sent a reaction down the strings of her heart.
She found the nearest chair and sat on it. At first, she brought her hands to rub the sweat off of her face but it placed firmly on her eyes.
Sakura cried.
Internally, she forced herself not to. She was better than this, she thought, so why does it still happen? Years may have gone by but Sakura realized that she will always be the little girl who wore her emotions at her sleeve. It was the one thing she can never change - her empathy always won over her logic.
She then felt an arm around her shoulder as she wept. The comforting and hushed sounds of Shizune’s voice lessened her cries but it was not enough to ease the sadness in her chest.
“Shh…” Shizune placed the side of her head on the top of Sakura’s sweat filled brow.
“The war is finally over.”
It had been two years since the fighting had stopped.
Konohagakure* and the rest of the other villages, small and large, had lasting repercussions from the Fourth Great Shinobi World War. It resulted in a lot of reformations, border treaties, and meetings amongst the high-ranking Kages. The discussions with how to move on from the heavy scars gained from the war were estimated to take years to mend fully before moving on with the next stage in life.
Kakashi Hatake was appointed as the Sixth Hokage, the highest-ranking Shinobi and the overseer of the entire village. With his choices and sharp intuition, he was able to guide the war-torn area into a better future. He hoped both Shinobis and the villagers can have a more positive perspective of what is to come.
Naruto Uzumaki, the renowned hero of the War, had a major effect on many of the events that came after. He helped his former sensei, Kakashi, with the next steps and gave the village - if not, all of the nations - a bright light of hope. It was ironic because many years before, he was regarded as a nuisance that carried a monster called the Nine-Tailed Fox inside of him. Those who had scorned him before now regretted their ways and were in full support of him.
Naruto’s teammate, Sasuke Uchiha had been absolved of being an International War Criminal. Though the last moments of the battle involved the Uchiha claiming he wanted to change the world in his own vision, his best friend and teammate Naruto did not allow him. The deeds he had done and the consequences that followed after were in question by the council. It wasn’t until Naruto’s persuasion that he would be uplifted with further accusation against him.
Other prominent ninjas who had a hand in the war were rewarded for their actions. Distinguished medals and thanks were given out with Sakura being one of them. She was called in by the Hokage and the council to thank her for her efforts in saving lives as well as defeating the enemy that started it all - Zetsu and the otherworldly being, Kaguya Otsusuki.
Despite the two of them being sealed in the Six Paths by Team 7, there were still questions that were left unanswered of how Kaguya’s existence came to be and if the seal were strong enough to bind them in the core dimension. Concerns like that were still somewhat prevalent but many had full trust in both Naruto and Sasuke’s fuinjutsu* efforts.
However, the Battle with the Infinite Tsukiyomi and the Dimensions will forever be etched in Sakura’s mind. The war as a whole will be imprinted in her soul and it will be an event that she will never forget for the years to come. Though victory had been established, the sins of war still burned in many people’s memories.
The war had changed everyone - for the better or for the worst.
The swirls of orange, red, and yellow leaves fell upon the pavement as the autumn season was on its way. The string of lanterns was being hung from one side to the other as the villagers of Konohagakure prepared their Autumn Equinox Festival. On each side of the road, festival stands were being set up by excited villagers and children ran about, enjoying the freer atmosphere before them.
The green leaves that Konohagakure was famous for had now become a palette similar to the sunset. Their Autumn Equinox Festival was considered very popular by other villages so people from far and wide traveled to see this event.
The preparations had started at dawn and by the afternoon, the various colorful stages and food stands were completed. The smell of grilling karaage*, okonomiyaki*, and fried fish balls filled everyone’s nose. Tents that were for the festival performers were clamoring with make-up artists trying to prepare their clients in their transformations as those in charge were trying not to stress about little things.
The main road of the festival was by the local Konoha Hospital. The hospital was tall enough to overlook the happenings within the town as from a window, Sakura was observing the townspeople. She smiled to herself as the children and adults laughed together, their light-hearted thrills being heard through the walls of the dreary hospital.
She, too, loved attending the Autumn Festival. Since she was a child, her fondest memories would be her mother and father taking her there to win festival games, watch the performers, and run around in her colorful yukata*. Now, it had been years since she had last attended the festival due to her duties being in demand of her.
She was 18-years-old. Adult life came at her in full swing after the war had ended.
“If only I still had the energy back then…” She muttered to herself, holding tightly to the clipboard against her chest.
“I’m sure you still do!” A voice chirped from the doorway behind her. Sakura turned around, only going face-to-face with her longtime best friend, Ino.
A wide grin spread across her lips.
“Come on! You know you want to go!” Ino pressed a cheeky tone to her voice. Ino had always been a ball of energy regardless of whatever situation she was involved in. Over the years, Sakura had become much more serious with her work, and with Ino being there, it gave her some opportunity to breathe and live a little.
“You know that I can’t.” Sakura flipped the papers upon the brown clipboard and gave them a quick skim, “The shinobi returnees from a recent A-Rank mission have arrived and some of them are injured. We can’t just up and leave like that all for a festival.”
Ino pouted. “It’s been weeks - no, scratch that - months since we last did anything worthwhile!”
“So? You should be well aware by now that I care more about work and saving lives than I do with festivals.” Sakura placed the clipboard down after checking some marks on it. “Besides, we have some sort of festival every two weeks in this village anyway.”
The blonde took her place on the unused medical bed and sat on it. Twirling a piece of her hair in between her fingers, she sighed.
“You don’t have to sound so bitter.” Ino tossed her hair behind her back as her brilliant blue hues looked over Sakura’s way. “I’m just worried that work will become the center of your life since you know…”
“My decision to stay at work has nothing to do with him.”
“Okay - since when did you assume I was gonna talk about him?” Ino pointed out, immediately getting the right reaction from Sakura.
Sakura groaned, “Cut it out. I knew you were thinking about it.”
The mind-bending kunoichi let out a laugh. “You’re the one that’s so easy to read, Sakura! But seriously, is it about him?”
The topic of the raven-haired Uchiha was something that Sakura avoided. Straight after the war was over, Sasuke had resigned himself to staying away from the village. His status and everything about him made the village elders reluctant despite Kakashi and Naruto’s efforts to set him free. Nonetheless, the last member of the massacred clan took it upon himself to keep his distance.
Before he left, Sakura met with him at the gates of Konoha. Throughout all the things he had done, Sakura’s heart still beats with affection towards him. It was an indescribable feeling and though others may have viewed Sakura’s feelings as unreasonable - it never deterred the pink-haired kunoichi.
I’ll see you soon.
Four words that still echoed within her mind. It had been two years since she had last seen him.
She pressed her lips, finding the right words as Ino awaited her response. Sakura then felt a hand on her shoulder.
“Mattaku*,” Ino escaped an exhausted breath from her pink lips, “Don’t worry about it. If you can’t come then I won’t force you.”
“Ino…”
She waved a hand. “I know there are a lot of things you’re thinking about. It’s hard to pick up from something like that. Trust me, I know.”
Sometimes, Sakura often forgets that Ino had her losses too during the war. Her mentor, Asuma, and then her father, Inoichi. Sakura recalled the days of her darkness and how Ino seemed to have withdrawn from the world. To Sakura, Ino was her best friend since childhood and though Ino carried herself as if she was the best, brightest, and most beautiful of all the other kunoichi - she was riddled with tragedy as well.
Sakura lowered her eyes, unable to look at her.
“Chin up.” Ino called as she leaned her shoulder on the doorway. “Not everything has to be about me, right? But as your friend, I have every right to poke my nose into what’s going on with you. Whether it’s a boy problem or the world is against you, I still care about you, Billboard Brow.”
The warmth that Ino exuded made Sakura smile before catching the last two words. “I know, I know, pig. I’ll… do my best.”
After a pregnant pause, the two of them giggled lightly. Over the years, the two had grown closer and had gained maturity through their experiences as medical kunoichis.
“In all seriousness, it’s been two years.” Ino spoke, wiping a laughing tear from the corner of her eye, “Don’t dwell yourself too much on anything, especially him. I know it’s hard for you but when he is ready, he will come back and you know it. Both of you will.”
Sakura gave her a weary smile. “I… hope so too.”
“In the meantime, I will be heading out first to the festival!” Ino exclaimed, spinning around like she was 5-years-old. “Sai is going to meet me there and he promised he would win me the special limited festival prize at the kingyo sukui* stand!”
“Alright Ino. Have fun.”
Before she left, Ino looked over her shoulder at her, “Really Sakura. You should go. I talked to Shizune - she’s worried about you too.”
Sakura nodded and bid her goodbye.
She was left alone to her own thoughts. Striding over to the window in the hospital room, she watched as Ino went out into the streets and joined the other festival goers. The sun was starting to hide into the horizons, causing the festival lanterns to light up in their brilliant colors.
Sakura smiled as she crossed her arms. Should she just take Ino’s words and attend the festival? But then again, she had a job to take care of those returning shinobis.
But Ino mentioned to Shizune about me… I’m sure she won’t mind.
Sakura mused on, trying to think about her choices carefully. She reflected on Ino’s words about not dwelling so much but it hurt. Maybe it was her emotions after the war that affected Sakura to focus so much on her job. Seeing so much death and failing to save several lives - it caused great pain in her chest.
Sasuke’s face came into mind.
Sakura shook her head. She did not want him to occupy her mind. The very subject of him frustrated her and he only reminded Sakura how much she waited for his return. Ino was right. She did miss him dearly.
Mucking the back of her hair, she sighed.
“Ahh, forget it.” She tossed her white medical coat aside and decided to remind Shizune that she may not be able to assist her with the patients coming by later on that day.
The festival was in full swing once she had arrived.
The sounds of traditional instruments collided together as they roared in her ears. Dancers circled around the mikoshi* as the men chanted olden words of celebration and pride. The Autumn Equinox festival was a joyous occasion for most because it was a time of bountiful harvest and preparation for the coming winter season.
With her hands behind her back, Sakura explored the main streets and sniffed the delicious foods that were grilled in their food stands. Soon, nostalgia flooded in her system as she remembered the times she had attended this said festival.
Nothing’s changed.
“Yoohoo! Sakura-!”
Ino’s voice could be heard from a mile away as Sakura twitched, seeing the blonde ran towards her. Adorned in a purple kimono with bluebell blossom patterns, Ino flipped her long hair and grasped onto her palms.
“So you did take my advice and came here!” She exclaimed, eliciting a groan from Sakura.
“Your point? And also, don’t act so prideful.”
“My point is that I was able to pull the stubborn stick out of your ass and convince you to actually have fun!” Ino looped her arm around Sakura’s, not caring if the pinkette had an annoyed look on her face.
Soon, the others have arrived. Ino’s teammate, Chouji walked over with Karui. The two of them were coordinated in festival kimono as they gave the two girls a friendly grin. As usual, Chouji had a stick of barbecue in his one hand, munching on it happily. Following them was Ino’s escort, Sai. He was not dressed in kimono - much to Ino’s dismay - and came with his usual mission attire. Sakura heard Ino grumble about how he almost forgot about their date.
“Good evening, Sakura,” Sai greeted, his signature smile never wavering from his face, “I’m glad you could join us. It must be hard having all those shifts in the hospital.”
“I know right?! She should be thankful that she has me around to wake her back to reality.” Ino added haughtily, earning another glare from Sakura before turning to Sai.
“It’s good to see you too, Sai. Also, Chouji and Karui as well - long time no see.”
As Sakura acknowledge the rest of the group, she couldn’t believe how many of them have started deep bonds and relationships with each other. She never expected Chouji to be dating Karui from Kumogakure* but the war and afterward had definitely brought them closer. She also heard that Chouji enjoys her cooking, which is a plus for him.
Then there was Sai and Ino. They were an unexpected couple but nonetheless, they seemed to be happy with each other. Sai was the type of person to deal with Ino’s ball of ego and overly-confident personality. His passive and simple gestures towards Ino often dragged her down back to reality. All and all, Sakura had seen how they have somewhat moved forward and found their own happiness.
But what about you?
Those words caused her body to jolt as Ino felt it.
“Something wrong?” The blonde whispered. Sakura waved it away as nothing towards her.
“Are you hungry, Sakura?” Chouji chirped in, “They’ve got a good selection of foods this year! You should try some!”
“Haven’t you already eaten a full load of meat when we got here?” Karui snapped at her date, already at her wit’s end with Chouji’s endless appetite.
“Yeah but - they are so good!”
“Now you two… don’t cause a scene, please.” Sai mediated.
As Chouji whined and Karui argued with him about his hunger, Ino and Sakura were amused and giggled. The mind-bending kunoichi then looked at her friend.
“You finally laughed.”
Sakura smiled, “I guess I did.”
As the festivities died down, the lanterns’ bright lights did as well. Soon, the stands were beginning to close. The last of the festival-goers purchased the leftover foods from each stand as the volunteers collected the rubbish that were left in the street. The music soon switched in a quieter tone as Sakura’s group decided it was time to head on home.
“Sakura! Look!” Ino yanked Sakura’s hand again and pointed at a festival tent. Upon the tent, there was a blue poster with golden swirls decorated ornately around a painted eye. One glance, Sakura knew right away why Ino brought her here.
“We are not doing this again.”
“Ugh! So you do remember?” Ino smirked. “Ah, the good ‘ol days when we were pitted against each other - all for the love of one boy.”
Sakura crossed her arms and stared at the sign. She felt her right palm tense, recalling the crystal blue hues of the mystic staring right through her soul. She had not thought about her in years and the last time she encountered her was the first time she came - when she was only 12-years-old.
The evening breeze brushed against her skin whilst Sakura engrossed herself in that nostalgia.
“Do you want to try it again?” Ino teased.
“Hell no. I am way past that age to believe in silly things.”
“You’re still the same! You didn’t believe in it the first time!” Ino huffed, placing her hands on her hips. “I have to admit… it was an interesting experience. Don’t you?”
Her emerald-green eyes stared at the tent once more as Sakura held out her hand. Though it had grown stronger, more calloused, and worn over the years of her training, the lines still remained.
Her lifelines and two lines broke off from each other. The eighteen stitchings.
She surprised herself with how she did not forget the fortune teller’s words about her future. Back then, she was an immature 12-year-old genin who really did not have a widened perspective of the world. Now, she was older and had witnessed many things. She couldn’t help but sense a good amount of truth behind them.
“Yeah…” Sakura’s voice trailed off, tracing her palm.
Survive.
Before Sakura could wonder further, she heard Chouji and Sai calling for them to go for the streets will be closed for a full cleaning.
“Oh well. It would have been fun if we visited that strange old lady again.” Ino shrugged. “Let’s get going. My yukata is getting wrinkled.”
As Ino walked away, Sakura pondered on that memory. Something about it and how the old woman looked at her - it was still fresh in her mind after all these years. Sakura was always the one who believed that someone else cannot tell her what the future may be like, it was her own self that needed to carve that path.
Live out your life twice. Be born twice….
“All in one moment.” Sakura whispered, finishing the fortune reading.
Hearing her friends call her name, Sakura knew it was time to leave. Before she could get a chance, a swirl of red and orange leaves blew around her. She took a step back as the leaves formed into a figure - an ANBU - that stood before her.
“Haruno Sakura.” The man said behind the mask as they knelt in front of her.
“What is it?”
“Hokage-sama would like to see you.”
About a year ago, right after the war had ended, Sakura proposed to start a Konoha Mental Health Clinic that supported children who had suffered considerably from the war. Because children were susceptible to emotional damage, Sakura did not want to see them enduring such anguish and wanted to help them. The permission was granted by the Hokage and with the help of Ino, Sakura was able to establish one on the village’s soil.
Soon enough, her idea spread, and other villages were beginning to see the importance of mental and emotional health. They then asked the medic to oversee the construction of most of their clinics. Sakura gladly accepted and knew it was for the sake of the children in future generations.
However, despite the good, the clinic faced some problems, and very often, children do not want to own up to their own pain. The small villages that were heavily affected by war had many orphans wandering and often causing trouble. Though Sakura and many of her comrades tried to help the children, they would not accept for they cannot forgive the Shinobis for robbing them of their home and family.
Sakura did not want to give up on them and was willing to put her life on the line to keep the children safe from harm.
Left alone with her thoughts on the matter, Sakura blinked upon hearing the announcement.
“He may see you now.”
The ANBU opened the double doors that led to the Hokage’s office. Sakura fixed her headband and made herself presentable as she saw her former sensei, Kakashi Hatake, sitting with his hands together upon the wooden table.
“Kakashi-sensei, good evening.”
“I see I’m still referred to as a sensei.” Kakashi pointed out.
Sakura cupped her mouth and let out a nervous chuckle. “Oh - er Hokage-sama. Sorry, I guess old habits are hard to break... but other than that, I see you have been doing well.”
“And I’ve heard that you have been busier than ever, sometimes even staying overnight at the hospital?” Even if Kakashi had one eye covered by his silver-colored bangs, he was still as observant as ever. Sakura knew he always kept more tabs in the former members of Team Seven.
She shrugged. “I do have my duties to uphold in the village.”
Kakashi knew how stubborn she was. Regardless, he had no time to call out her actions of overworking. He did worry for Sakura; the war affected her in a way where she always had to save someone’s life or protect them. The girl did not want to be labeled as someone who lagged behind.
“So what is it that you wish to speak to me about?” Sakura cleared her throat, hoping to drop the topic of her shifts at the hospital.
He rubbed his chin. “That’s right! I wanted to follow-up on your request to explore the smaller villages in the East that were heavily damaged during the war…”
Sakura watched as Kakashi pulled out several file folders containing the information. Nervousness formed into her stomach, wondering if the information that the Hokage was about to give her was a good one or a bad one. Earlier in the week, Sakura had requested to scout the war-torn area in search of children that were orphaned. She wanted to bring them in her care in hopes of improving their mental stability. She had posed good points that Kakashi was convinced she could be the only one to do the job.
“About two days ago, I received a report that detailed the state of the villages. I understand you are one of our most capable kunoichi to traverse these types of land but as you said, you are a skilled medic and we do still need you to be on post at the Konoha Hospital.”
“I understand but… these children…”
“It’s not looking good. Actually, it does involve the children.” Kakashi’s dark eyes looked up at her from his silver strands. Sakura could immediately see that there may be more to it and it veiled a sense of danger.
“Why? Are the children really involved? Are they susceptible to getting hurt or…?”
“Yes and yes.” Kakashi answered. “I can’t give you all the details but I do have someone who had witnessed the happenings. Surprisingly, they are more than willing to cooperate more than I thought and have come back. I am sure this person will answer the questions you seek.”
“Who is this person?”
Immediately, she heard a series of shouts and banging from the double doors. The voice pierced through her ears but she knew all too well from whom they were coming from.
“I can’t believe you didn’t even give me a warning that you would be back! And so soon!” The shouts of this person echoed down the Hokage corridors. The tone of their voice was displeased.
“You are always like this! So pompous and full of pride! I also can’t believe that you told Scarecrow-sensei to keep his damn mouth shut! How could you?!”
Naruto? Sakura whispered his name internally. She had not seen Naruto often for he always had missions that required for him to visit other villages. Not only that, the blonde Nine-Tailed vessel also occupied his time with courting the Hyuuga Heiress, Hinata. The two had grown inseparable over the months since they had confessed to each other.
Nonetheless, the sound of his voice reminded her of the happy times they had as Team Seven. However, there was one thing that nagged her - who was he talking to?
The only way for Sakura to find out was when the doors opened.
“Why aren’t you answering me - oh! Kakashi-sensei and Sakura-chan, you’re here already…”
Aside from seeing the bewildered and blonde-haired Naruto, there was someone else with him. This someone was a person that Sakura knew very well.
He was clothed in black from head to toe with equally colored hair that had grown considerably over time. He seemed much taller, broader, and held an air that she couldn’t quite describe. Sandals worn and the ends of his cloak tattered, these things implied he had traveled in long and distant lands. However, one thing that was prominent upon his features are his eyes, especially the one that hid behind the layers of his dark hair - and the faint scent of iron.
Blood.
It was splattered all over his clothing. Sakura could faintly see the stains. His very presence almost made the room’s atmosphere thicker and it made Sakura’s heart beat faster. Her very core had become a melting pot of emotions that, if it was stirred any more, everything would come tumbling out. Truly, this was an unexpected event and her only reaction to him was -
“What happened to you, Sasuke?”