A pink-haired youth felt her body crumble, burn, and reshape all at once. The feeling was hellish, yet she could not utter a single noise. She was sure she was dead–how could she be alive after enduring such atrocious pain?
But, to her utter surprise, she found herself underneath the beaming rays of the sun. Her emerald eyes squinted without her command. All she wanted to do was lay there, regain consciousness, and ponder over the situation.
If she weren't a ninja.
Shinobi were cautious, always on their toes. Especially Shinobi hardened with war, like she had been. But, even if she had gone through something as devastating as such, she couldn't recall a single thing.
"I will send your loved one into an endless paradox."
"Sakura-chan!"
Suddenly, a sharp pain flooded over her head, and all she could do was grit her teeth. She couldn't remember the faces of her loved ones, no less recall who she was. And that made her heart ache.
Yet she had no time to be sentimental. She needed to find out where she was and how she would get back to her home (or what remained of it).
And so, on wobbly legs and with a probably fractured rib, Sakura Haruno began to walk.