Sakura Haruno is pissed. Not that she had the most calm personality anyway but Sakura Haruno is fucking pissed. Her team sensei once again showed up late, given them a stinking D-rank and didn't even bother to speak more than two freaking sentences. Until Naruto asked "Why are you always reading that book, Sensei" which Kakashi with much conviction declared that it was the single most glorious book in the world that only a true man could understand.
It was smut.
But not innocent smut, oh no it was the juicy, sour, lemony smut that makes your lower abdomen tickle while reading. And Sakura Haruno was pissed. Her book loving Sensei was ignoring them, his students that should be prioritised over anything considering it was his bloody job. But no there he was sitting all nonchalantly on his rock as they were weeding some old civilians garden as if he hadn't just had a ginormous and obnoxious speech about his precious book that has stayed on the top of its genre ladder for 4 years now.
Sakura herself wasn't at all interested in the smutty stuff he was reading, she wasn't clueless. She knew all about the birds and the bee's and the 50 shades of grey in-between. She however was a good writer, her parents were not at all fond of her career choice and often refused to pay for some of her ninja needs. So she since about nine, she had been entering local competitions for young writers and would more often then not win first place and take home the big money. Her only loses would of been her first few comps were she was still learning about the art form that was writing.
So with a tug Sakura pulled out the final weed from the garden and decided on her new plan of action.
Icha Icha won't be number one for much longer.
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Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, Neji wouldn't have died.
AN: Hello, welcome to my story this will be a fast update, short chapter story. I hope to update at least twice a week hopefully more when I'm not busy, thanks for reading.