Working as the apprentice of Tsunade-sama was certainly consuming energy. Waking up quite early, preparing the cup of coffee the Godaime needed every morning (and Tsunade-sama always put sake in it secretly, but Sakura knew that), working on the papers for hours, carrying things back and forth from long or short distances... The list continued like that. And whenever Tsunade gave her some break, she ran to practice healing the injured fish or birds.
Like every woman Tsunade needed some break as-well. And she usually preferred to do sports with her poor apprentice, Haruna Sakura. Sadly the pink haired ninja wasn't allowed to complain anything about any of these. It was the training after-all, wasn't it?
She... was... certainly...
... wrong...
The soccer ball was flying to-wards her in a scary speed, smashing and destroying everything on the way. How should Sakura supposed to hit this damned ball back? Screaming with the greatest fear, Sakura had no choice but throwing herself down to the grass. The ball didn't miss and ended it's short journey on Sakura's head. Tears were running down from her eyes with pain.
But she needed to be stronger, that was what she promised to herself long time ago. Pushing herself onto her knees, then on her feet back again, Sakura stood still; looking at Sundae's way. Her emerald eyes grew up with the panic, when another ball knocked her off back again. Tsunade wasn't giving her any time to protest the way of this training.
Once more she was on her feet, but dangling madly, trying not to fall; she knew another ball was coming again. This time she needed to protect herself. With fear she quickly smashed her punch to-wards the air and...
She missed it... But the ball didn't.
With a proud smirk on her face, Tsunade walked at the remains of Sakura.
"Now we're getting somewhere, Sakura..." She mumbled and readied her bat and a small ball. It was time for some baseball.