Everybody was watching Naruto now. Unlikely savior. Likely hero.
Genma could care less.
He reached her back just in time to be a vague witness to Sakura hugging a stunned and battered Naruto. Wasn't in his interest. The ragged hole in the back of her clothes held his attention. Reaching a hand up, he let it hover over the rip with a strange sense of dread. As if this was just glimpse of their future together.
Holes in numerous shirts. Bruised and bleeding skin underneath.
"Genma?"
Her voice. Oh God. It was enough.
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