Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
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Paralipsis
The suggestion, by deliberately brief treatment of a topic, that much of significance is being omitted.
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One, Sakura decided, could never be properly briefed about being a ninja. Sure, they could be drilled in ninjutsu, genjutsu and taijutsu; they could be forced to listen to countless lectures about ninja life and the rules that govern it; but nothing was better than real-life experience to truly know what it means to be a ninja.
She had to wonder if it was out of kindness or cruelty that young ninja hopefuls were fed a watered-down version of what their lives might become if they embark upon this (dark, dangerous, hopelessly bleak) path. Certainly she never knew that the three people who were to be – theoretically – her closest, most trusted people with whom to start her career with would be dead, labeled missing nin, or battling daily with his own inner monster (and losing, she recalled sadly) by the time she became jounin.
In the end, it was the weakest of the four who prevailed – and her shoulders shook with the weight of everything that could have been (together), but will never come to be.
. owari .
Just a short drabble to get myself warmed up again. Comments, please?