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Chapter ONE
Only a few people had been invited. Her mother had never liked crowds. Sakura stood next to her father, tightly holding onto his hand. She was still merely three, and already, she had lost her mother to the cruel natures of a shinobi's life. Sakura along with her father, had suddenly been called to the hospital, to find that her mother had been gravely injured during her latest mission. Really, it wasn't a rare thing in Kiri.
She wasn't going to live. Sakura had desperately clung onto her mother, as if holding her would keep her alive a little longer. Her mother had weakly patted her head, murmuring soothing words into her daughter's ear.
Finally, her father had asked for some time alone with her mother. Sakura wordlessly nodded and left the room, her mind in too much turmoil to actually register her body's movement as she mindlessly followed her father's request.
Only the closest of the closest people had been invited to the funeral. Though they rarely gathered, her whole family was there. They filled up most of the seats. A few of her mother's childhood friends came as well.
Sakura glanced between her family members. Her family was very small. Every single one was either a ninja, or was training to be one.
It had been then, where she had vowed to become strong. She could feel tears pooling at the edge of her eyes. She didn't have to glance at her father to know that though he was a grieving as much she was, he wasn't crying.
She wanted to become like him, strong with a control over her emotions.
Emotion was a sin. Something that would betray her at the moment of need, break her at the time where she needed to be at her strongest. Something that would give her fake hope, only for the truth to be thrust in her face when she lost the one she had been emotional about.
Attachment was a sin.
That was the life of a shinobi. Safety was never guaranteed.
A voice at the back of her head told her that there was another path, to use emotion to fuel her power. She ignored it. She didn't want to take the risk.
Weakness was a sin.
Weakness is a sin.
A few months after the death of her mother, her father began to take her training more seriously. Since she was still a child, her chakra coils were not fully developed yet, but that didn't stop either of them as her father focused on improving her Taijutsu. Her speed, stamina and strength.
Sakura had only seen her whole family gather once, and that was during her mother's wedding. Her family was spread out throughout the hidden villages.
Sakura had been living in Kiri with her father and her mother. Her father's parents had both passed away ages ago. Her mother had moved to Kiri from Konoha, which Sakura couldn't understand. Was love that powerful? Powerful enough to tear you away from your village? Not that Sakura didn't like Kiri. Sure, it was cruel and all, but she believed that it was something that helped one get stronger.
Her father's older sister, Mai, lived with her husband, Shinji, and were the parents of six year old Aiko and four year old Honoka. They lived in Kumo. If memory served right, Aiko should have joined the academy just this year.
Rinto was her father's younger brother. He and Yukari lived in Suna with their four year old son, Yukine.
Her mother had younger twin brothers. Akito was still single, though a lot of females seemed interested in dating him. Nagisa and his wife, Mirai's son, seven year old Yuuto, was in his second year at the academy while Kuuga, had just celebrated his fifth birthday. Both Akito and Nagi's family lived in Konoha.
Though they had only met during her mother's funeral, Kuuga was by far, Sakura's favorite. They had the same perfectionist heart, and both had that twisted sense of humor that freaked out those around them.
At the age of three, Sakura would run lap after lap around their private training grounds-dangerous missions had their perks-, wearing weights that had dragged her to the ground on the first go. 'If you are fast while wearing the weights, you take them off and you'll become even faster.' Her father had said.
To Sakura, that was enough of a reason to keep training. Her choice of weapon was a set of tonfas, with chains that could be activated with chakra. Since she couldn't channel her chakra through the weapon, her father had gotten her a normal set of tonfas for her to practice with. Her father had promised to get her a proper set of chakra channeling tonfas once she could properly fight with them.
Her chakra coils had mostly developed by the time she was four, much to the surprise of her father. The moment her had found out, he began training her with Ninjutsu and Genjutsu, thus finding out about her perfect chakra control. She easily passed through the tree climbing exercise, and began learning the more complex stuff that her father began to teach her.
Her father was getting called away for missions more and more. He would leave her with scrolls with techniques on them, which he expected her to have learnt by the time he had come back. Sakura was reading a scroll of Medical chakra, something her father had given her after he had found out about her chakra control.
She had heard recently that a Jounin had killed one of the Genin on his team to teach the other two 'something valuable in life'. Apparently, one of the Genin had been her neighbor, and she could hear crying even from her living room.
Sakura wondered if watching your teammate die was something so horrifying. If they hadn't been attached, they wouldn't have been so affected. Someone who couldn't deal with a single death shouldn't bother becoming a ninja.
Weakness is a sin.
People would usually come to watch Sakura as she trained. She was somewhat of a known genius, and people respected her. She was only four, but she was rumored to be able to win a fight against a Genin. But behind everything, she was feared. Feared as the Haruno's newest killing machine.
Her father had decided to move to the Hidden Village of the Leaf.
Their family wasn't really loyal to any village. They just worked with Kiri because that was where they lived. Sakura often wonder about what would happen if Kiri and another village started a war. Would they have to fight their own family?
Their new destination was Konoha, because her mother's family had welcomed them. Her father had already exchanged letters with the Third Hokage and had gotten permission. They had been warned that the Elders had seemed more than enthusiastic to the request, but her father had shrugged it off.
Even in Konoha, four year old Sakura continued to train.
The Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen had welcomed them into Konoha and even with Sakura's high standards of everything, she though that they had managed to settle in pretty well. On the first day, she had spent the whole day exploring the village. Her memory was seconds to her chakra control.
While her father was sent to missions, she would stay with Nagisa, Mirai, Yuuto and Kuuga. Yuuto would help train her and Kuuga in one of the training grounds. Sakura was slowly but surely becoming well known around the village for her speed and skills.
Some people didn't even seem to know her gender. However, she was polite, kind and gentle, which made the adults of the civilian side adore her. Interaction was fine, as long as she didn't get too attached.
Even after that, she spent her days studying and training.
Sakura was woken early in the morning by a knock. She swiftly glanced out the window to see that the sky was still black, with the edge of the sun just slightly appearing. When she reached the door, she was greeted by a messenger, who glanced at her in pity and held out a package. "Give this to you." He said. "Those were the last words he said."
Sakura knew exactly what he meant. The messenger cringed, as if he was worried the girl would burst out in tears. Sakura closed her eyes and counted to ten, then reopened them. "Thank you." She murmured, and nodded respectfully before she closed the door.
Inside the package were two scrolls. Both seemed to be summoning scrolls. Sakura knew the first one was for weapons but she had no idea what the other did.
She unrolled the first and summoned its content. A black set of tonfas appeared, and Sakura stared at them before she finally picked them up. She pushed chakra into it and and nearly dropped them. Chains with spikes at their tips sprouted from the base of the tonfas. A single spike appeared at the top, one on each. Small blades slid out from the sides.
Sakura withdrew her chakra and they turned back into ordinary looking tonfas. Sakura experimented by inserting her chakra section by section. Sure enough, she could activate the special functions one by one.
She resealed the tonfas back into the scroll and picked up the other. She unrolled it and noted that it looked like a summoning scroll. She was glancing over it when she noticed the symbol. The circle surrounded by blue flames. The Haruno symbol of the soul.
Her father would sometime pull Sakura out of training to tell her about the Haruno clan's secret. How Haruno family members could form spirits at the moment of their death. He showed her the Haruno soul symbol and showed them his scroll. "This is mine. When my father passed away, he gave it to me." He said. "I haven't tried summoning it yet." He admitted.
"Did mother leave one of those?" Sakura asked.
Her father shook his head. "Your mother doesn't have Haruno blood."
"Why are you telling me this?" Sakura had asked.
He father hadn't replied.
Sakura knew exactly what this scroll was.
So, how was that? Should we continue?
Also, should the Uchiha Massacre occur and should Naruto's parents be alive?
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