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“Sakura.”
A soft breeze ruffles the leaves that rest on the clearing, the grass swaying in a smooth rustle. No footsteps are heard. Only the whisper of the wind that blows from behind him reveals her presence, answering his call.
Standing alone on the empty field, he closes his eyes and patiently waits for his spirit to manifest herself.
Another breeze flows, the current slithering on the space behind him. Cherry blossom petals slowly arise from the ground, twirling alongside the wind in an enchanting drizzle. A figure begins to take shape. Donned in a long-sleeve white kimono, the fabric painted with rose-colored flowers, a petite woman appears. Her pastel pink hair sits atop her head in a bun, tied by red ribbon with a large cherry blossom for a finishing touch. The front hem of her kimono is trimmed revealing a pair of long slender legs, her feet clad in geta sandals.
“Yes, my warrior?” A soft feminine voice tickles his ear, before he feels the familiar warmth of her body touch him. Her small figure leans against him, anticipating a reply.
“Bond with me.” He says firmly.
It’s been awhile since the lad has asked for her aid, she muses. Often, he denies her offer of assistance and takes care of inhuman enemies on his own.
Her soft laughter reverberates, pleased by his demand. “As you wish.”
She twists in a graceful manner, the sleeves of her white kimono flutter behind her as she faces him. Their eyes meet, emerald and onyx, before her long, gentle fingers wander on his right arm, sending shivers down his spine. She grins at his reaction. They trail down to his hand, where she slips her fingers in between his. Their hand connects and she bursts into a gust of pink petals that dance around him, a shimmer of light shrouding his figure.
A torrent of wind and petals coil around his outstretched arm. The force of her magic slowly gains a form. The hilt of a sword materializes which his hand instantly seizes in a tight grip, and gradually it grows, resembling a katana . Its blade emits an ethereal glow and an emerald jewel sits at its collar.
Their breaths become one, her essence seeping into his pores. Her calming energy embraces him entirely, seamlessly looping into his own chaotic tendrils. He lets her conquer him, binding their souls together, uniting their thoughts.
Opening his eyes, he feels her power course through him in cool waves.
The ritual is complete. And the presence of his enemies, far from human, begins to emerge from the shadows.
“ Missed me, Sasuke-kun? ” She asks, teasing.
“No.” He replies yet his tone lacks its sharpness.
He hears her giggle in his thoughts before she clicks her tongue, amused. “ Cold, as usual. ”
The once quiet field is now littered with snarling creatures from every direction, their copper eyes ablaze in insatiable hunger. They start closing in on him, clawed hands poised to strike at any second while others wield weapons of varying kinds; axes, daggers and such, their sharp edges glinting under the sunlight.
But Sasuke merely watches them with a passive gaze, unaffected by their numbers. He swings his weapon in front of him, the tip facing the clear skies. Tiny sparks of lightning flicker around the metal, gradually amplifying as he focuses their shared energy onto the sword.
The sound of a thousand birds echoes menacingly.
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A battle later…
Sasuke sheathes back his katana.
Behind him lies the unconscious bodies of their enemies, a black smoke billows from their figures as the demons residing inside them are released. With their bonds severed from their host, they are left wandering in the human realm, powers diminished into nothingness and their forms reduced into ashes.
In a flash of light and burst of cherry blossom petals, his spirit companion appears beside him, a tired smile painting her face.
“That was…” a yawn escapes her lips, viridian eyes hooded as exhaustion creeps into her senses, “fun.”
She declares in a sigh, feeling lightheaded. Despite the absence of a demon lord, taking almost a hundred of his knights is nothing to laugh at. Her spirit energy is almost depleted yet she feels delighted at their accomplishment, knowing they saved another community.
As she turns to face her warrior, her vision turns dark and in a snap, she loses herself in a sea of dreams. Before her body hits the ground, two strong arms quickly sweep her off her feet. Sasuke lets out a grunt, adjusting his hold on her where she comfortably leans her head against his chest as she recuperates in a quiet slumber.
Shaking his head at the sight, he finds himself lingering at her form a little longer than he wanted. Instead, his gaze sets on the horizon where a nearby village stands.
“Annoying.” He mutters, unaware that his grip tightens on her.
As he begins to walk, Sakura asleep in his arms, he steals another glance at her.
A tiny smile curves his lips.