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The words burn at her tongue as she speaks them. The pain of having to recount every detail, every inch of the story she had buried within herself, never to be let out, brings tears to her eyes and makes her hands tremble.
"Akiko-sama was the one who took me in, a couple of days after my mother died. She found in the grocery store in isle four, trying to steal a box of tomatoes." Sakura continues, ignoring the looks that she gets from her teammates, solely focusing on the brown of the Hokage's dark eyes, "She brought me to the Okiya district and begged Manami for my sanctuary. She agreed, and I was raised in the whorehouse, taught both the shinobi arts and those of the akasen district."
The Hokage tilts his head, sadness flickering in his eyes, "A child of many talents and many beginnings, it seems."
A raw smile fills her face. She watches Manami flinch.
"I would not call it a talent, Hokage-sama. It is more the aptitude for survival."
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