Sakura slinked enshroudingly away, to a patch of grass, the tallest blades growing roughly as high as a ballpoint pen and the shortest so undersized that they barely poked up from the dampened, unpolished dirt below. The color of the herb was a verdant green, though tinted with little color a slightly cobalt blue, due to the indigo of the night-time sky that hung above the mountainious world like a canopy of darkness.

The moon resplended the little area with a whitish brilliance, illuminating the darkness with its gleam. Sakura sat down within this brightness, and due to the lambency, was able to stare at her light skin.

Abruptly who had audio input a robust. Previously the person in question could yank herself raise up to study the foundation, six bare the community were idle in advance her. Sakura drew her sword.


we were sent by aku said the first man who was carrying a sword and actually they were all carrying swords and sakura jumped up and pointed her sword at them and said i will fight you and they laughed and drew their swords and pointed them at her and attacked and sakura was a really good swordfighter.