Chapter 1: I'm No Hero
"Cherry blossom. Cherry blossom. Time to get up. Come on, we need to get ready. Today's going to be a good catch. I can feel it," Kenta Haruno impatiently waltzed into his daughter's small room. His short, black hair moved back against his green hat from the room's draft. He came up to his daughter's bed and put his hand on the pile of blankets he thought to cover his daughter, "Sakura, wake up child."
A small hooded figure quickly fell from the rafters of the cottage's small bedroom. The figure had its entire body sent toward Kenta Haruno in an attack position. Landing down on him, the hood of the figure fell off revealing a 7-year-old girl with medium, pink locks. She hooked onto his back holding him like a person would if they were getting a piggyback.
"Got you, daddy!" she yelled.
Kenta smiled and spun around to fling her off. Sending her off, he catches her and holds her up.
"Sakura, what did u do wrong there?" he asks his daughter gently.
"I forgot my kunai..." she replies.
" No, Sakura. Ninja's don't yell. We attack without a word or a sound," he lets his daughter down on the bed and straightens his hat. Sakura straightened up on the bed and continued to look at her father.
"But, how am I to be a hero like you? Everyone loves you because you are a hero. Heroes are suppose to be loud and have catch phrases, right?" her admirable eyes looked up to him.
"No, cherry blossom," he laughs. " I didn't make myself a hero. They did. I only did what any other man should. Fight for what's right. And unlike any hero, I have to stop sometimes and save my own skin for you. Just like your mother did."
"How did mom die daddy? You never told me," Sakura looked onto her father's saddened, green eyes.