Time had been kind to Sakura in the recent year.
Konoha was at peace, Tsunade still in charge, and the threat of Akatsuki had been silenced. Now the ninjas lived their daily lives and did missions as they arose. The time of peace was greatly embraced by many, but there were still instances where chaos erupted. Sakura was about to find herself right in the middle of one of those situations, only she didn’t know it yet.
She was on her way back from a secluded village, sent out on a mission to retrieve some special herbs to be used with the research herself and other medical ninjas were conducting. It was important work, Tsunade herself watching over the project. Sakura prided herself on her medical knowledge, but also her skills as a shinobi. Her life had been hard when she started down the path; losing a friend to an unfortunate circumstance and watching her other one suffer alongside her.
But with time all wounds healed and Sakura’s heart had done just that. She was stronger, more confident, independent, and sure of herself now. Always walking with her head held up high, she would smile at others and greet them as if they’d known each other for years. She had gained immense respect through the events that had transpired years prior, along with Naruto, and was considered a great asset to Konoha. Now, in her 18th year of life within the village she knew she was where she belonged.
Travelling by tree, as they usually did, Sakura easily leapt from branch to branch, her eyes staring forward the whole time as her body moved with grace. It was so natural, travelling this way to her, even in her heeled sandals. Her outfit was a slight variation of what she used to wear; her family symbol still imprinted on the back of the red vest she wore zipped up over her torso. Still wearing the skirt/short combo she used too, Sakura looked rather similar to how she had in her youth a few years back. The material of her outfit had changed, the colors darker now, but this was something that added a sense of maturity to her frame. She had elected to keep her hair shorter, the forehead protector tied behind the front of her hair as always, but the way it was cut had changed, a bit longer in places but shorter in others. It was something she was constantly experimenting with.
She was completely unaware that there was a fight going on until she was midair, suddenly sensing the chakura in the air. Determined to investigate why there was such a thing going on so close to the village, she immediately veered off of her path and headed straight for the source of the massive amounts of chakura being used.
Konoha was at peace, Tsunade still in charge, and the threat of Akatsuki had been silenced. Now the ninjas lived their daily lives and did missions as they arose. The time of peace was greatly embraced by many, but there were still instances where chaos erupted. Sakura was about to find herself right in the middle of one of those situations, only she didn’t know it yet.
She was on her way back from a secluded village, sent out on a mission to retrieve some special herbs to be used with the research herself and other medical ninjas were conducting. It was important work, Tsunade herself watching over the project. Sakura prided herself on her medical knowledge, but also her skills as a shinobi. Her life had been hard when she started down the path; losing a friend to an unfortunate circumstance and watching her other one suffer alongside her.
But with time all wounds healed and Sakura’s heart had done just that. She was stronger, more confident, independent, and sure of herself now. Always walking with her head held up high, she would smile at others and greet them as if they’d known each other for years. She had gained immense respect through the events that had transpired years prior, along with Naruto, and was considered a great asset to Konoha. Now, in her 18th year of life within the village she knew she was where she belonged.
Travelling by tree, as they usually did, Sakura easily leapt from branch to branch, her eyes staring forward the whole time as her body moved with grace. It was so natural, travelling this way to her, even in her heeled sandals. Her outfit was a slight variation of what she used to wear; her family symbol still imprinted on the back of the red vest she wore zipped up over her torso. Still wearing the skirt/short combo she used too, Sakura looked rather similar to how she had in her youth a few years back. The material of her outfit had changed, the colors darker now, but this was something that added a sense of maturity to her frame. She had elected to keep her hair shorter, the forehead protector tied behind the front of her hair as always, but the way it was cut had changed, a bit longer in places but shorter in others. It was something she was constantly experimenting with.
She was completely unaware that there was a fight going on until she was midair, suddenly sensing the chakura in the air. Determined to investigate why there was such a thing going on so close to the village, she immediately veered off of her path and headed straight for the source of the massive amounts of chakura being used.
