Samehada
Just A Starving Writer
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Author's Plea: An idea that wouldn't leave me alone. The plot bunny has been posted on my lj for forever, and I just couldn't stand it any longer. I actually do unfortunately have a few more drabble-ish things that threaten to form a plot for this idea if anyone is interested in me furthering this, but for now, I'll leave it at this. Enjoy if you can.
It was just a sword. A big sharp object with the sole purpose of causing injury.
Yes, it was a big sword – bigger than her even. Yes, it was a unique sword – intended for shaving instead of stabbing or slicing. Yes, it was a special sword – it was able to absorb chakra.
But it was still just a sword.
However, judging by the expressions on the paused shinobi spread out around her, she was the only one who was under the impression that Samehada was just a sword.
"But…" TenTen gasped.
"Sakura-chan…" Lee whispered.
"Sakura's Springtime of Youth gives her great power!" Gai triumphed.
And Sakura could only push more chakra into her arms just so she could keep the damn sword upright. It was just a sword but it was a heavy sword at that.
"This is awkward," she mumbled idly as she rested the sword's tip on its former owner's shoulder. The move was intended more as relief for strained biceps than as a threat of injury.
"Just wait until it starts talking to you," the missing Kiri-nin said with a smirk.