A.N. – What's this, Sakura hitting a roadblock that's not shaped like her sensei? Read on to see how Sakura takes out her frustration (hint – crushes make preteens do stupid shit).
Lesson No. 29
The library had failed her.
Attempting to wheedle a book out of her parents' stocks proved fruitless.
Sakura had not even seen the handsigns needed for the jutsu she wanted to perform, just the end result. Research was needed, and it was what she excelled at.
So why was this such a fucking hassle?
Approaching midnight, Sakura hunched over her desk, writing implements discarded. Inner was giving into hormone-fueled angst, and Sakura tended to agree. She needed a break.
Inner whispered an idea, deviously perfect.
Sakura snagged a cloak from her closet. She had a (mostly) abandoned compound to raid.
