Okay guys. Just a short piece that I had been thinking of lately. Tell me what you think!
BTW, Standard Disclaimer applied.
The air was thick with tension. Sasuke stood a yard away from Sakura with his famous sharingan activated. Sakura's teeth were gritted as she made the first strike. She stepped toward him and raised her fist. The chakra glowed heavily from her clenched hand.
The fight had started. Sasuke merely dogged her swings and watched her with his inherited eyes. With each swing, he formulated a plan. He knew this strategy would end the fight as abruptly as it had begun.
The young Uchiha drew his sword suddenly and struck. Being a criminal who wasn't fond of killing, he didn't aim for anything vital. In fact, he didn't aim for her flesh at all. He hit his target on cue. Now he needed to finish out his carefully formulated plan.
Sakura had jumped back to avoid getting sliced by his blade and jumped right back into the fray after her meager evasion. She counted herself lucky that the only thing his sword had touched was her shirt…
Sasuke took the offensive and started slicing at her with his katana. Each time, he carefully measured where to strike and followed suit. After several swings, he jumped back to admire his work.
Sakura mirrored Sasuke and jumped back several feet to survey the situation of the fight and formulate a plan. Surprisingly, she wasn't bleeding at all. The only thing his sword had touched was her clothes.
When Sakura landed, the small jolt from landing shook her clothes a bit. When she glanced down, she realized, she had none.