PROLOGUE
Today, I am Kyouko.
Kakashi, a silver-haired jounin, lifted an eyebrow, noticing the different aura surrounding Sakura.
"Sakura……?" the masked man asked.
"Kakashi-sensei," Sakura flatly stated, "I am now Kyouko, not the fragile little girl I was 6 years ago."
"Sak…"Kakashi whispered before Sakura broke him off.
"That was a name of weakness. I'm strong now. Call me Kyouko, nothing else." She looked at him, her eyes serious.
The jounin sighed, thinking, "She is gone…." But he had expected something like this. Sakura was strong, but she couldn't hold out forever. He wouldn't try to convince her otherwise. After all, what was the point? Even now, it was suicide to try and persuade Sakura when she made up her mind.
The pink haired girl stood up abruptly and walked away, leaving her old teacher the responsibility to tell the others.
Kakashi watched her retreating image, thinking sadly, "She's changed so much…"
She'd matured since he left, turned colder. Now, all of her energy poured into training and getting stronger. Oh, her friends were still there for her, closer even. But everybody could see that she just wasn't the same anymore, like there was a part of her that had retreated into the shadows, a part only one person could bring out.
Soon, no one would be able to help her.
Kakashi studied her knew name.
Kyouko…
A name of strength
Sakura…
A name of weakness
No, she would never be weak again.
