Let it be known that as Anna Hethingway, I absolutely loathed seeing those younger than me fight and learn how to make a headshot from ten meters away while in a crowd. As Haruno Sakura, that fact has not changed (except instead of seeing children learning how to shoot a gun, they're learning how to throw small knives).

But let it also be known that I have never had any qualms with fighting those my age. Which is quite the conundrum considering that I am currently almost the age of being four. It's quite difficult, trying to place my actions somewhere on my moral scale.

But considering that this world has some pretty fucked up morals as it is, I think me metaphorically throwing my actions blindly on the scale is better than what most people here do.

Because in no world, universe, dimension is kidnapping orphans and experimenting on them because you're a fucking coward that can't look death in the fucking eyes considered acceptable. Fuck you Orochimaru. And your lapdog too.

Either fucking way, may we all agree that the asshole known as Shimura Danzō is the worst out of every villain in the Narutoverse? If you say otherwise I will fucking cut you.

However, this isn't really the time for me to pour out my view on the 'worst' and 'best' of the villains and heroes. No, this is about the fact that I got my ass handed to me by a boy only two years older. My ego was critically damaged. But considering I just started on training to actually fight instead of just building up my strength, I think I can live with my ego being broken for the next year or so.

Following up on that train of thought, currently I'm being whacked over the head by my personal instructor. Its been about two or three weeks, keeping track of the days is hard when you're both physically and mentally exhausted. Turns out that my studying days are an all day sort of thing — I have yet to be given a break or go back to the house. It's not bad per se, it's just that having to listen to the same monotone of the same person for over five fucking hours gets boring fast.

It doesn't help that I won't be getting to put my studies into pratical use for another month or so. Making my knowledge on how to silently walk without the help of chakra useless. Which is stupid since it's just walking but fuck no, if I'm caught trying to do so I get thrown inside the room. Which is like every other room in this dry as fuck place except that it's used specifically for punishing the disobedient. Usually, from what I have observed during the times someone else is in there, the procedure takes about half an hour. Apparently I'm breaking the record by staying there for three hours or longer. Woo-dee-do.

Can I be blamed for cursing the Masks and their pedophile of a leader out? Apparently yes I can.

"Focus," comes the strict, monotone command of my instructor. He has dull brown hair like the majority of the people here, I don't know his eye color but I would guess brown as well, and he stands to be about six feet. I've come to call him Broady for his broad shoulders, a tell that he uses his upper strength a lot. "Sit up straight."

I glare up at him, my fists clenching and my toes curling. I was currently sitting in the seiza position and my legs were fucking numb. This is fucking bullshit. Who the fucking hell came up with this shitty sitting position? If I didn't want a few more hours to recover from my visit to the room earlier this morning then I would have flicked Broady off and slouched back.

As it is, I'm not fully suicidal. A shame.

Broady began his lesson once again, monotonously talking about how great it is to work under Danzō. This isn't even a lesson, it's just a session of indoctrination. Useless and super boring. There's been about over ten of these that have been given to me so far, two are given daily. Up next will be the 'why emotion to a shinobi is useless and should be disregarded' speech. It's because of these sessions that I'm so often sent to the room. Not my fault there's so many holes in their ways!

Only after these is the interesting stuff that I stay quiet for. I becoming a fucking ninja and I will not deny that this place has what I need. Not to mention I'll sooner or later meet the boy that grows up to call Canon-Sakura 'Ugly'. I wonder what my nickname will be? I hope it isn't the same.

My eyes follow the way Broady very clearly reaches in an intended smack. I snarl at him but sit up straighter. His hand retreats and his speech continues. Blocking him out because fuck that. Now, the problem of not doing any practical work for another month. It's obvious that I'm being kept away from that because I'm 'unloyal'. An actress I was not in my last life but if I do say so myself I was pretty damn good. Besides, it's not that hard to pretend your loyal to someone. People do it all the time in Anna's world!

But, problem: Danzō knows I'm a stubborn bitch that won't just suddenly start listening to him — hence the multiple speeches a day.

It'll need to be gradual. To start would be lessening my visits to the room. Make it seem like I've started to become loyal just to avoid torture. Which means I'll need to have a reason for me to avoid torture — so far I'm able to sustain whatever shit they throw at me which logically means that I'll still rebel because I know I can handle it. Make the pedophile Dino-man think that I've realized that I can't handle it. So...more torturous torture? Seems reasonable. Only downside is: can I actually handle it?

I would have groaned while running a hand through my hair if I wasn't still staring at Broady's hands catching the twitch in them, or if my nails weren't making my palms bleed. It wouldn't do to forget my surroundings just because I'm caught up in my thoughts planning.

I fucking hate this. Life sucks, why couldn't I have been a zombie instead? Yeah, the idea of eating other humans is gross but I'm sure I would have gotten used to it. And it's not like I would have done anything bad — just take over the world is all. But fuck no, I'm stuck being a fucking ninja for fucks sake.

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If I'm being honest, I always preferred to attack from afar. Less chance of myself being injured. But there's just something about being able to punch someone in the face up close and being able to knock someone bigger than you down.

The same can not be said the other way around.

"What the fuck does he feed you people!?" I scream in frustration.

Currently was group training, and my opponent — a boy only two or so years older — just tackled me and is fucking sitting on me. The kid has my arms pinned behind my back, sitting on them, as he pulls on my hair exposing my neck. A kunai is rested against my throat, ready to decapitate me like I'm some fucking animal.

My arms are in pain but I mostly feel frustration and anger. Fucking twenty or so years of being a badass motherfucker and I'm being sat on by a six-year-old. My pride has been wounded.

I can see the Mask that was tasked to supervise walking over, ready to call the match. I grit my teeth in annoyance. It's been what? Three weeks maybe and I'm still losing? After all that shit with Kizashi?

"OH FUCK NO!" I scream in english as I lift my legs behind me, I swing them back and forth to get used to the movement for a quick second before putting as much strength as I could in the last swing — hitting my opponent in the back of the head.

I must have hit pretty hard since he completely let me go to hold his head. Using the opportunity for what it is, I stretch my hand out and feel for something—

I just pinched the brat on the ass.

I JUST—

Holy shit. Does this make me a pedophile? Am I now as bad as Danzō and Orochimaru?

As I was busy internally panicking and crying, the boy rolled off of me, backing away quickly. The Mask stopped moving over and started to walk back to where he stood to supervise.

I instinctively began to lift my self up.

I can't be Orochimaru and Danzō bad. I'll sooner take my own life! I am not some deranged pedophile. I didn't even know where I was going to pinch. It's a coincidence. That's all, and that doesn't make me a pedophile. Calm down, just calm down. You're better than this.

"Right, I'm better than this - than them," I sigh out, not really noticing how my opponent is running at me, "I'm Anna fucking Hethingway, I'm Haruno motherfucking Sakura." I stand up straight, dodging the low punch that was aimed at me. I grab the kid's fist and push it away from me, lifting my other hand up and punching the kid in the face. I look over at the proctor (because that's what he is, this isn't training or playing, this is a fucking fight, you don't supervise fights).

Glaring at the proctor I double flick him off before looking back at the kid. I hide a grimace and keep my face straight. If fucking Danzō wants a fucking perfect fucking weapon, I'll fucking give him one.

The bitch better watch out though.

I'm a motherfucking double edged sword.

"Forgive me," I whisper as the kid gets back up.

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I win the stupid ass fight and I still land my ass in the room. I call bullshit. Absolute bullshit. So I continue to shout bullshit in the Mask's covered face. Which is really weird, do they always wear those things? What about sleep? Eating? Holy Hell, can they even breathe with that shit on? I mean, one would assume so but this is Danzō for hell's sake.

I grit my teeth as the Mask cuts another line on my arm with the kunai. I didn't think torture would be a way for punishing someone here. Despite being a really bad place both literally and morally, I never pegged this place for torture. Honestly, I would think running suicide missions and guaranteed-death training would be the way for punishments.

Though, from what I have observed, I'm a special case. So special in fact, that fucking Dino decides to pay me a visit in the room.

"The fuck you doing here?" Are the first words out of mouth upon seeing his ugly ass walk through the door. "Hey, wanna switch? Don't worry, I'll be sure to make you bleed so the blood takes the attention away from your hideous appearance." I grin despite my entire fucking body tensing up.

I can't help it! I need to insult people! Even if those people are completely capable of killing me — no, especially if they can and will kill me. As if I'm about to fucking die quiet.

Ah shit, the scar face Dino was saying something. "Can you repeat that? I totally wasn't paying attention," I cut him off before I miss everything he can say.

I'm promptly smacked across the face with his cane.

Not going to lie, but I fucking want one when I'm older. That shit is fucking useful.

The Dino sneers, "You'll be returned to your home soon enough. The demon—"

He stops, glares and releases a good chunk of his killing intent. All because I fucking spat at him. Well, what the hell does he expect? For me not to do shit when he calls little blonde a damn demon?

Dino stabs my stomach with his cane, twisting and digging it into my most-likely broken ribs making me wheeze momentarily.

"The demon," he practically hisses, waiting for me to retaliate. I'm too out of breath to do much but lift my middle finger at him. His glare intensifys and adds some more pressure to his cane. "The demon has been acquiring about your presence to the Hokage. From now on, your days of study will be cut to early morning and late night sessions. You will be allowed to roam the village in the afternoon."

He removes his cane from my stomach and turns to walk out but speaks to Mask that was previously torturing me. "Finish up here then take her to see the medic," he orders while walking out, "Her first outing starts today."

Before he can fully leave, I quickly regain my breath and shout to the best of my abilities. "Hold up! I have some questions!" Fortunately for me he stops.

I have an outline of a plan but I need more information to put greater detail to my plan. I already know and can predict the basics of my situation. I'm going to be his little bug and spy on all the clan heirs and heiress, I'm going to have to get close to them and have them in my favors or whatever. You know, the really basic stuff. But obviously the most important thing would be little blonde and the little emo-duck. Little blonde for the furry company and emo-duck because Dino the pedophile wants to kill his family.

But that's everything that I know already. There are things he has done or will do that I don't know about. And well, I hate not being in the know.

The hideous Dino glances over and I reframe from cringing. Instead I school my expression to one of great reluctance and hesitant acceptance. Swallowing my blood and saliva, I calmly ask, "What do I need to do?"

He scrutinizes me carefully and I make sure to have a small sneer on my lips. To give up after only two or three weeks when I've gone through torture for nearly two years is too suspicious. I'll need to get him to believe that I think this is an opportunity to escape the hell of Kizashi. Make him think that I'll see this hell-hole as a 'safe haven' away from Kizashi. Make the bastard actually believe that he's won, that it won't be much longer till I'm loyal.

The old fart turns away and begins to walk out again. His parting words are, "That will be discussed after you see the healer and before you're released."

Once the door is closed and the Mask has moved to stand in front of me again, I huff and roll my eyes.

"The fucking hell? Why he gotta make it sound like I'm some fucking animal?"

I did not black out from pain. Nope. Not at all.

(I'm killing every adult asshole here.)

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Holy hell. No motherfucking way. I totally forgot about this fucker! Shit.

I'm currently in the..well, let's just call it the Nurse's Office. The medic here also wears a mask and is female - the first female I have met here thus far. I'm sitting on a very uncomfortable metal table as the medic uses her voodoo to fix the more visible injuries and thankfully she fixes my ribs a little. Everything else, she adds some slave and slaps a bandage on me. Which, ow.

I don't make sound and try not to make any faces. I've had my arm broken one too many times as Anna for pissing off the gang's medic. No one would believe me when I said that their medics should be included in their fights. They're fucking ruthless!

I just silently watch the medic's movements, body sore and tired. The medic was in the process of bandaging my arms when the door opens and some munchkin just waltzes in. It wouldn't have mattered to me if the blank mask and hair didn't catch my attention. I mean seriously, who else do I know would be currently like six years older than me and in ROOT? And who many characters have grey hair?

I completely blanked about the Snakes lapdog. Yakushi Kabuto.

I mean, I know the fucker was in ROOT but shit, I forgot how young he entered. He has to be at least ten right now. From what I can remember, the boy only entered ROOT to help his adoptive mother because Dino threatened them or some shit. And then he killed her I think? The boy was on some mission and got caught and fought his mother or something close to that. He looked to be like maybe fourteen or maybe seventeen? And that's how the Snake found him and yeah. The story of how the young boy in front of me became one of the main villains in Naruto.

Ugh. And if I remember correctly, it's all because Kabuto had an identity crisis. He had amnesia at like five? And I'm more than sure that Dino had him trained in espionage. I don't blame the boy actually, I'd have an identity crisis too. But I wouldn't join fucking Orochimaru!

Ugghhhhh. I don't know what to do. Get to him before Dino's teachings can completely corrupt him and before Orochimaru, or leave him the fuck alone. Even if I did get to him, what's to say he won't still go to the Snake? But then I would know I at least tried.

Fuck my soft spot for shit under the age of twenty-one.

Now, how do I approach him?

"Oi! Are you really old and just short or is that a natural hair color? It's fucking weird," I shout out to him.

Not my best but it's not like I can save him from bullies. At least I made him stop whatever it was he was doing. He looked to be thinking on whether he should turn to me or continue working. He didn't have to think long since the door opened and a Mask stepped in. I saw the way the kid seemed to twitch and he quickly got back to work.

Stupid Mask, the fuck does he want that he had to ruin perhaps the only chance I'll get to meet Kabuto?

"Haruno," he says in that same bland tone as everyone else here, "You are needed in Lord Danzo's office."

"The asshole can't fucking wait? I'm pretty sure my leg is also broken," I sneer.

I know I'm the one to techincally set up this meeting but that doesn't mean I wanna see the fucker twice in less than twenty-four hours.

The medic apparently didn't appreciate my words. Bitch broke my pink finger and pressed down on it for a minute before fixing it. Too bad for her, I've felt worse.

"Alright, fuck. I'm going. Bitch."

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Not going to lie, it was pretty awkward. Would've been uncomfortable too if I wasn't used to be stared down at. I never did like sitting straight, I preferred to slouch. I had walked in looking subdued. I looked, and quite honestly felt, exhausted. I kept a small scowl on my features, eyeing my surroundings. I made it obvious that I was reluctant but slowly accepting things. It wouldn't take much longer until Dino was convinced that he had me under his thumb.

This entire meeting is really just for me to better convince Dino of my 'loyalty'. And to hash out the details of this entire 'mission'. A way to find loopholes really. I fucking love loopholes. They make things so much more interesting.

I listened as intently as I could after being hit over the head with his cane for slouching. I scowled but straightened up anyways. I am supposed to be making progress here.

So far, I've just been told that I'm to make friends with little blonde, little duck, and all the other little kids that are important. I had to stop him here to question if that meant I would need to attend the Academy. He was silent for some moments before confirming.

Pretty smug that I thought of that and not him.

He went on to explain that as time passes, the more I'll be allowed outside to better forge the bonds of friendship. I stared at him in disgust. That sounded like some shit those magic horses would sprout. I didn't interrupt though, no matter how much I wanted to call him out of secretly being a My Little Pony. He wouldn't get the reference anyways, but he'll know I insulted him in some way.

The man went on to explain my goals - information. That's literally it. Information.

"How is knowing some four-year-old's favorite color important?" I was promptly smacked over the head. He glared at me and began to mutter to himself. I pretty sure I heard something about adding a lesson to my schedule. Something about gathering? I can safely guess I'll be learning about interrogation soon. Fun.

Mummy Man - nah, that sounds weird. I'll stick to Dino Pedo.

So Dino Pedo continues with this very boring meeting. Apparently I'm to report about everything I learn during my 'outings'.

Don't worry Dino, I'll be sure to tell you about learning where children come from and why they're so ugly. I'll even be sure to use this time to figure out why you haven't grown out of your ugly yet, though you probably never will and it's just the way you were born.

He didn't appreciate the side comments.

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I am sorry for the long wait.

No matter how many times i wrote this one chapter i just cant seem to be satisfied with it.

More of a filler, sorry.

But don't worry! Next chapter you can expect to meet some canon characters.

CAN YOU GUESS WHO?

(and thank you to everyone that gave their suggestions for sakura's training, you will see your reviews/comments come into play soon enough, i promise)

ALSO

some of you probably already know and a majority of you wont care but...

I PUBLISHED A NEW STORY!

yes, shameless self-promoting

Its called Hatake Flower and if you enjoy this story i think you might enjoy that one too.

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