Living in the village of Sethoroth was never easy for Sakura, one orphaned by the ogre war of 1462 had made her homeless for a good year before she took to the apprenticeship of a blacksmith; who was apprehensive with the prospect of a girl proceeding him until she convinced the man without words but rather actions.

she sneaked into his shop after the man had retired after a hard day of work and took too the pile of horseshoes in the corner to the right of a furnace. Having had repaired all of the bent or cracked horse shoes she succeeded in not only impressing the man but agitating him with her insolence.

Enjoying her time in the apprenticeship , she had also found her calling when for the first time, Sakura had met a knight. He was gallant and had an air of confidence. She found herself obsessed with the memory, he feared little and worked under a king whom he pledges loyalty and obedience too. He lived the life of one that was selflessly dedicated to the well being of others.

with the adrenaline high she felt at the thought of her living that life she dedicated her free time too using scraps of metals her master allowed her too use and practiced making swords so that one day she would craft herself the most powerful sword in all the land.

Sakura was not entirely oblivious to the struggle women faced in these times and it hindered her for a very short time for she knew obtaining ones dreams were never easy and to obtain hers she would need to be as brave, selfless, fearless and gallant as any other knight.

Sakura also knew how hard and long she would have to train to achieve a goal so unorthodox to most. She knew what she wanted and she was entirely dedicated to it. So when the master blacksmith had went to bed she trained in the forest where no one would know. These training sessions took a tool on her though for when she begun to train more each night she had gotten as little as three hours of sleep.

This had led to another dilemma of course. She had passed out the fourth day of this routine and after being interrogated by her master days before about the bags under her eyes or the stench from her training. She soon enough told him she had been training in the forest for six months.

He was more accepting then she thought he would be and the tears that she had cried dried. She was glad he did not shun her for her dream or efforts, he was even kind enough to give her a sword to practice with and the 9 year old had flung herself onto the man in a flurry of joy.

Her master did not live many years longer, being at the age of 40 when she met him his bones grew brittle with age and his first heart attack took place then two more after that before he finally passed, leaving Sakura with no where to call home. She had money, but not much.

For a while after her masters death she continued working in his shop before his son came back from another village, his son disliked his father and had moved but took over the shop after his father died. Sakura, of course was not pleased at first but nonetheless handed over the shop to her late masters son.

Sakura, for the first time in nearly seven years was homeless and with nothing but the sword her previous master had given her she packed the little amount she had and left the town to enroll herself to become a knight. She was heading for the kingdom.

For all of Sakura's short life and many before hers the Uchiha ruled the kingdom of fire with an iron fist, they had a dark history but its current ruler Uchiha Madara was one of the more reasonable rulers amongst the Uchiha blood line. And Sakura was only more determined with this thought.

Sakura, despite all of her determination was denied training but as she begged and pleaded a skeptical man went to talk to a superior. Sakura had waited patiently, wiping crocodile tears from her reddened cheeks.

when a man and the advisor of the knights training league stepped through large doors Sakura smiled and straightened her posture, she could sense his confidence and authority rolling off of him, even the way he walked signified him being a knight.

" this is her ? "he asked the advisor, who nodded sheepishly at the man.

" you, do you really expect anyone to take you seriously ? You are a girl and you claim you are prepared for the life of the knight ? You have pink hair and look frail, like a doll. Your skin is pale as if you have rarely seen the sun with no background or reason to capture our interest ." his words fazed me little as I listened, I had worked hard for this. Too hard to give up now.

"give me one reason I should accept you into this training program" his hard black eyes bore into mine and I sucked in a breath. It was now or never. Being a knight is about bravery, I must be fearless.

" I have the bravery of a proper knight, I have trained myself past exhaustion for more then five years and understand what it is to be a knight, giving myself to the king and working for the good of the people. From the moment I met a knight I knew this is what I want to be, this is what is destined of me sir and I will stop at nothing until I get it" I said, surprising my self when my voice came out even and strong, spoken like a true knight. The knight smirked at me with knowing eyes.

"then I suppose I have no other choice, but if you slip up even once you will be booted" my eyes widened and I smiled brightly for the first time since my master died. This was it, what I worked for since the moment I met that knight.

'I'm going to be a knight'