here it is! the revised edition of Let Me Show You Just What I'm Made Of! this is the rewritten chapter ten btw.


A loud "woo-hoo" resounded throughout the surrounding forest.

There, standing right in front of Uchiha Sasuke…well, more like jumping around in front of him, was Nara Shikamaru, the laziest, smart-assed, I-wish-that-I-cared ninja in the whole Rookie 9. The least motivated shinobi, albeit person in Konohagakure, the least expected to spontaneously break into a victory dance, what doing just that before Sasuke's obsidian eyes. What was that crackling sound he heard? Oh, that must be Hell freezing over.


"Well, looks like it's my turn." Sakura dulley stated, cracking her knuckles with deafening pops and snaps. The bun-clad kunoichi sitting next to her winced as Sakura started the same process, but with her toes.

"Jeez Kura-chan, you know how I hate it when you do that." She playfully complained, mock squeamishness in her voice. "Aww, Ten-chan!" The playful Taisho started, "I know you love it when I-". She paused to close her eyes and let out a grunt as she dislocated both of her shoulders, crouching next to the brunette with her lame arms, swaying them playfully. "-do that!"

"Christ Sakura!" Tenten fell out of her crouch and scurried over to hide behind Kiba as she shuddered audibly. "Dog-boy! Make her stop!" She cried, extremely skeeved out. "Better watch who you call 'Dog-boy'...Bun-girl!"

Tenten looked quizzacally at Kiba. God he was so dense..."You idiot! That's not even insulting!" She cried. Kiba looked down from Tenten's chocolate gaze. "It wasn't supposed to be..." The Inuzuka muttered. (A/N: Aww! A lil' kibaXten moment+ducks away from ppl throwing popcorn+ sorry!)

Again Tenten gave Kiba a confused look. "What did he say?"


Loud cheers erupted throughout the surrounding woods, all of them for one snow-haired girl. After Sakura relocated her shoulders, she got up and walked toward the barrier, she turned back around. "Ooh, almost forgot my tunes!" she got down on her knees and clicked the 'next' button on the CD player until it got to her favorite song.

A strong, barritone voice rang out from the small speakers. Sakura smiled in a bittersweet fashion. It was her father's voice.

She continued to walk toward the barrier. (Wait and Bleed by Slipknot starts playing.)


She was like an angel. An angel of death, as she floated effortlessly through the battlefeild, bodies of nin falling to the ground. Her eyes aglow (A/N: Like Aang's from avatar...you know, when he goes crazy...) she cut down anyone in her path. Her hands were moving so fast they were a blur. Blades were her forte, but Kakashi knew she was more adapt at killng with her hands. For the Taisho before him, blades were her birthright, but instinct always won with this fickle family.

With just one touch, she could sever a spinal cord, activate every pain receptor in a forsaken body. She could trap you in your own personal hell, no hand-seals necessary. With just one touch, she could cauterize every tenketsu in the human body with her pinky-finger. With just a sweep of her index finger against your skin, she could make your blood run backwards and curdle.

And she had been doing this type of thing since she was born, before her medic training with the Godaime. No offense Tsunade, but you ain't got nothing on Taisho Sakura.

And Sakura knew it.


By the time she was done in the barrier, Kurenai was astounded. That genjutsu had been created in her mind, so anything that happened inside that forcefeild, was ultimitely Kurenai's doing. If She wanted pink elephants to start doing the Macarena while eating snowcones, she could make it happen.

So, when she had each of the rookie nine go in to the jutsu, she set up each wave of nin to their specific skill level. But when Sakura went in, well, Kurenai was more exauhsted than she was!

Kuernai estimated, at this level-Fuck! The girl hadn't even used chakra!-at this level, she could kick Gai's, Kakashi's, Asuma's, Her own, hell, she was willing to bet she could pound Orocimaru's ass!

Boy, she didn't know how right she was...