Samehada
Just A Starving Writer
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Author's Plea: And more! I promise - at some point, Kisame will return. Eventually. Maybe. Enjoy if you can.
Part 7.
She might not have had any skill when she had started, but Sakura had improved by leaps and bounds within the space of a month. She was already regularly winning mock battles against ANBU sword masters, and it was becoming more difficult to not seriously maim her opponents. Samehada seemed to cause injury even when she tried specifically to prevent it.
To almost no one's surprise, her skill with a regular blade had also improved, but not at the same frightening rate.
The weapons technicians made sure one of them was on hand anytime the kunoichi felt the urge to test her new weapon, which was with increasing frequency. They jotted down every technique, every move, every success, every failure. They documented her increasing skill, and took notes on her cheery mood as she nearly decapitated her friendly opponents.
Whenever she returned the sword to its holding cell at the end of a session, she would pat the handle fondly and seem reluctant to leave it.
Each longing gaze was recorded into the file as the technicians drooled over the results.