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When Sakura went back to the battlefield, towards the two. She had expected that one of them would have the upper hand and the other on the verge of giving up. This was the first time she did not think positively about what would happen. This was not Naruto. She did not know this person and was just kind- more like guilty enough to help out.
The sight that met her was depressing. A fragile man in tattered clothing that was once a buff guy with a bold appearance, now resembled a vision of despair.
Sakura quietly crept up behind the shrunken man and placed her hand on his side. She then probed her medical chakra around and felt a years old injury that was inhibiting his fighting prowess. The blonde had stiffened beside her and Sakura parted her lips to say, "Don't lose."
Her lips tilted up in a comforting smile and her eyes brightening up at his visage turning into determination. Like Naruto.
The blonde man's eyes became bluer as there was still hope in the horizon. Just like Naruto.
Sakura dropped her hand, already finished healing everything she can with most of the chakra she had left. She knew he needed that boost and helped relieve some of that injury from years ago a bit better.
The blonde breathed a lot better after her hand left his side. He had seen that soft green light enveloping her hand when she touched him. Warmth caressed his insides and felt his old injury becoming less of a burden. Some of his strength and will pushing him on to finish this.
As soon as Sakura walked away from healing him, she fainted.
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All for One saw the interaction and it had confirmed his suspicions that there are no more traces of One for All in All Might.
He knew that he had to finish this and it was a victory if he managed to take the Symbol of Peace out of the equation. This would be the greatest battle of the old age as the new era befalls this generation. He would take down All Might even if it means not getting to escape. He had already laid down the foundations of his successor beforehand and it was up to him to move the pieces.
Coils of energy danced around his opponent's arm as he activated air walk. The final battle that would end all this.
His arm mimicking the hero's arm, brimming with energy. He saw a group of heroes rushing in and rescuing civilians, her unconscious body included.
All for One needed to wrap this up and he will bring the Symbol of Peace down with him even if it's the last thing he'll do.
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The squeaky steps of medical worker's feet clad in rubber soled footwear rang out through the halls of the busy hospital and their softened speaking voices and medical jargon spilled from their mouths.
In one of the rooms, lied a woman with pale pink hair and green eyes. Pale skin that was littered with bruises and minor cuts from the night before. She was brought in by one of the heroes that responded to the Incident, saying that they should keep an eye on her.
It had made them cautious of the woman lying in bed. The nurses and doctors on call were baffled at the lack of papers of her in their systems (she clearly looked like she was well taken care of so they had crossed her off as homeless or along the lines of that).
What was even more surprising was when they saw the morning news. A replay of last night's events where their patient had healed their Symbol of Peace. The medical staff assigned to her were wordlessly sworn to keep quiet as she was an unknown.
When Sakura came into consciousness, she heard the familiar beeps of a heart monitor and nonsensical gibberish accompanied it. With a groan, she sat up and tugged at the wires connected as it was unnecessary for her. Continuous beeps rang from the heart monitor signaling the nearby medical worker to rush to the room.
Sakura's green eyes met an old lady in a lab coat with syringes as accessories. Her eyebrows lifted at the odd sight. Moving her arm to change her position, the IV was tugged off of her vein causing her to rub at the small hole that was left of it.
Sakura then ran diagnostic chakra from her hands to her body and quickly healing the yellowed bruises and minor cuts on her skin. Satisfied with her now nonexistent injuries, she faced the old woman still staring at her.
"What?" She asked the older female. Said female walked towards her bed and examined her closely and the occasional probing of her hand from what used to be where her injuries were.
"My, what an impressive quirk you have, dear." The old lady said.
"A what now?" She asked, confusion lacing her voice. Her reply to the old lady raised the other's brows in reply. Sakura seeing that this was going nowhere, she stood up and walked towards the door to leave.
"Look, I don't know what the hell is going on. But I need to leave." Sakura said pointedly, not giving way for any bullshit that might happen. She needed to leave and go back to Konoha and help out her friends and family... and the world from that batshit crazy Rabbit Goddess.
A man with a worn-out look stood by the door prevented her from leaving. His dark eyes scrutinizing her figure. He radiated the same feeling as her Kakashi. Sakura stopped in her tracks and fidgeted from the stare. She honestly felt like her 12-year old self back then.
A man behind him gave a small cough and said, "I'll take it from here, Eraserhead."
This time a man in his mid-thirties met her peripherals. The two standing in front of her look very contrasting with the new voice owner's self that look well kept compared to the weary looking individual.
The man directly in front of her grunted in response and entered the room. The two guided Sakura back towards her bed and she felt the need to comply to them.
"Good afternoon, miss. I am Naomasa Tsukauchi of the NationalPolice Force." The well-kept man introduced. Sakura found it weird that he was using different words than what she was used to but she could still piece together what he was saying.
He continued, "My companions are Recovery Girl," The elder raised her syringe cane to wave it slightly. "And Eraserhead." The unkempt man nodded his head at her. Sakura knew it was her turn to do so. She found no reason to lie to the group before her as they must be here on behalf of authorities to obtain information.
She thought of what to say to them and found no fitting words to explain. So she settled for introducing herself before informing them of her circumstances. Parting her lips to speak, words reminiscent of old Japanese flowed out.
"I am Sakura Haruno, jonin of Konohagakure."
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Sakura sat in the room by herself, the small group were currently standing outside her door and discussing what they found out.
One. Her name is Sakura Haruno, a jonin (whatever that is) of an unknown village and she used quite a lot of the old Japanese language (thankfully, Recovery Girl knew the old language and relayed their exchange).
Two. She had no recollection of how she got there and woke up with dangerous strangers nearby.
Three. She had a healing abilities and that would make it known to them if there was another healing quirk (which she denied that it was a quirk) as they were quite few users of any H-type quirk.
Four, lead them to a conclusion that she was unregistered from the lack of proof of her existence until now.
Five. She was somehow tied with the League of Villains. They were still waiting for the unconscious heroes to wake up to confirm what she had said.
Lastly, "All truths." The detective said to the heroes before him. The interrogation went smoothly aside from the small language barrier.
The detective glanced back inside the room through the small window and found the girl playing with her long hair. Some of the front pieces were jagged, hinting that it was her hair that was seen in what's left of Kamino Ward, like they were cut off by a sharp blade with little precision to make it decent. He found her breathing out at the sight of it and her fingers were encased in blue light.
Eraserhead beside him stiffened and prepared to barge in when the detective held his hand out for a moment. The girl swiftly cut the jagged pieces into short fringes to frame her face. Another thing to note: Quirk can be sharp enough to cut.
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Pieces of hair fell downwards as Sakura tried to make her new fringes decent. Her chakra encasing the edges of her finger into faux scissors.
Her chakra dissipated when she was done cutting her fringes. In an act of boredom, she ran another wave of diagnostic chakra into her body. Her eyes closing in the act, trying to relax from the prying eyes of acquaintances outside the door.
She found that her chakra nodes weren't as open as a shinobi should probably have and that worried her. Sakura channeled more chakra into her system and concluded they were quite new and untrained like a five-year old's. Manipulating the excess chakra to her muscles, they were soft and unused from physical activities. She did not like what she was finding.
She ran another wave to her bones, this time took the metaphorical cake. Her body was a whole three years ahead than what she knew of her age. She opened her eyes and looked down.
Well, at least she's more developed in that aspect.
Sakura stood up from the bed and walked to what she thinks is the bathroom. Opening the door, she was greeted with a reflection of not her own. Her features were more softer than before. Her once jade green eyes were now forest green, and her bright ass pink hair was now white with varying shades of pale pink on her roots and ends. She still had her pale skin, thin lips, and her large forehead (the seal made its home there and she relaxed quite a bit at that).
She studied her form once again. Turning her body a few times and checking out her behind and why was it bigger and matched with her new front luggages.
A cough interrupted her, "When you are done checking out your uh- assets, you are to fill out these," Eraserhead said in broken old language and motioned at the forms. Sakura reddened at getting caught and sputtered out a 'yes' in embarrassment.
Why did she not close the door? That was so embarrassing-
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"She's quite youthful, eh?" The elder said to the males. The hero clearly uncomfortable at what happened while the detective guffawed at the way the elder was insinuating.
"Oh God, no." The detective shook his head, trying to forget what Recovery Girl said.
"What? An old lady needs something to poke fun at times. It gets boring, you know." The elder jokingly reasoned. Eraserhead then sped up his footsteps in an attempt to escape the attention.
"YOU'RE NOT GETTING ANY YOUNGER, SHOTA!" Recovery Girl yelled. Her voice echoing in the halls. Multiple medical workers paused and mirth dancing in their eyes.
Cheeky old woman.
Eraserhead basically ran away from the hospital.
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Sakura switched channel after channel on the television. It was like the ones back in Konoha but they were more thinner and the moving pictures were much more clearer and the colors' brighter.
She found out that the people in this world use a variation of the language she knew. There was also English (a language Shikamaru thought of and used it to send codes to prevent information leakage during the war) and it was the Universal Language.
Sakura took in information after information, about their language, society, and their current Hot Topic.
News channel after news channel, they were all about the blonde man last night. She found out that his Hero name is All Might, the Symbol of Peace. She figured out that it was more like a moniker than a real name. Like her Kakashi's Copy Ninja.
"Up next, The girl healing All Might while in the nude. Who is this girl?"
Sakura groaned out a 'why' and closed her eyes at the tv. The video was playing and showed how she walked up to All Might and healed him, the reporter commentating in the background.
Sakura watched the news again. At least, she looked good while doing it.
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Naomasa dug out file after file. His findings further cementing their initial conclusion. There were nothing about her even in their archives of the underground network. Her medical forms were not yet available and they were still waiting for its results, hoping that they could cross reference her DNA to what they already have.
Naomasa's thoughts drifted off to Recovery Girl's comment. A slight headache already forming, he let out a breath as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Troublesome."
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Rewrote this to match the already rewritten chapters and I want to make Recovery Girl more fun like most of the old people I know.