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ONE DAY, she thought, I'm going to bring him home. Not Naruto—me.
The pink-haired girl had always planned out her life around her missing teammate. (And, really, she always has. Until the day he died, she probably would not stop doing so.) She became a stronger kunoichi and medic-nin because of him.
She was studying and training and hurting because of him. All for him.
Truth be told, whenever she would see him next, she wanted to impress him. "Hah, am I still weak now?" she had always wanted to ask (and know his answer).
He was her goal.