Hello everyone! Sorry for the delay, you know my usual excuse so I won't repeat it.
I really appreciate everyone's support, every congratulation or comment is a lot of motivation for me. I love knowing your points of view and your reflections.
Here I leave you the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it!

"Good morning, Itadori-san! How did you wake up today?" Sakura greeted, entering with as much cheer as she could muster.

"Do you have to shout so early?" Wasuke asked without looking at her, his voice lacking much annoyance. He was already accustomed to the exuberant greetings of the pink nurse.

He was, as always, lying down, his bed inclined so that the upper half of his body was almost vertical. His attention was fixed on a book she had seen him read on other occasions.

Sakura smiled faintly. "It's the best way to start the day," she commented as she checked his file. 'At least that's what Naruto said.' Now she knew why he did it; it was fun to tease this way, but it wasn't so fun to be on the receiving end, as she had been many times.

"Maybe in your world" Itadori-san replied.

Sakura knew it was a comment without much depth, but she couldn't help the pain in her chest at words that reflected a lot of truth.

She forced herself to relax and smiled again. "What are you reading?" she changed the subject as she headed to the cabinets to get his medications.

"A book about war, you wouldn't be interested," the old man replied absentmindedly.

Sakura felt a twitch of annoyance in her brow.

'If you only knew,'

she thought, irritated. She could write a book herself, and surely better than the one he was reading.

But she assumed his appearance wasn't that of someone fond of war topics. "You shouldn't assume. My taste is very diverse. Take your medicines," she passed them to him with a glass of water, perhaps a bit rude. The old grumpy man didn't even notice.

"Hnmm," he responded with a disinterested sound. He grabbed his medicines and swallowed them, handing her back the glass. At no point did he divert his gaze from his book, completely engrossed in his reading.

'The stories we could tell him would be much more interesting than his stupid book,' Inner mentally comforted her.

"Hellooo, Jii-chan! I came to see you" a child's voice exclaimed, almost shouting, not surprising her in the slightest. She had heard his footsteps running here.

Sakura watched as her patient lifted his head for the first time, his furrowed brow accentuating his pronounced wrinkles even more.

"Why does everyone have to shout? And what are you doing here, kid? Don't you have school?" he barked, as he always did when greeting his grandson.

"I didn't have classes today, it was fumigation day. So I thought I could come visit you!" the child explained in a very happy tone.

He was so sweet. That also explained his casual attire, not the uniform she usually saw him in when he visited his grandfather after school.

Yuuji turned his gaze to her, noticing her presence. "Sakura-oneechan! I didn't see you there," he greeted her with joy.

The woman's lips curved into a more genuine smile. His enthusiasm was contagious. "Yuuji-kun. It's been a while, we hardly see each other lately."

The teenager quickly approached her to hug her. Sakura tried to relax her body as much as possible.

"It's true!" she confirmed, her words muffled against his chest. "It's like you don't even attend to my grandfather anymore. Though I can understand it, Jii-chan is a grouch."

"It's lucky you understand, Yuuji-kun," Sakura said, showing feigned relief with a hand on her chest.

"If that's what they think, then why the hell do they come?!" the angry man in question shouted.

The two pink-haired individuals laughed at the old man's outburst. Sakura could now understand why her old friends deliberately picked on her despite knowing her temper. It was quite fun.

Of course, they started doing it more often when they realized she wouldn't hit them since most of the time she saw them in the medical stores when she was treating them. It would have been a waste to undo her work.

Although her shisou certainly didn't have that consideration.

Still smiling, she turned to the younger Itadori.

"How have you been, Yuuji-kun? Everything okay with school? Do you need help with math?" she asked, curious about his academic status. Sakura helped him out on occasions. Besides, she knew that Itadori-san wanted to know how his grandson was doing but was too proud to ask. She could see from the corner of her eye that he was now just pretending to read.

"I've been okay, school is boring but I made some new friends, so it's not that bad," Yuuji replied, but the woman could tell that his gaze shifted towards his grandfather. He knew it too.

"Math is alright," he continued casually, then hesitated and began scratching the back of his head. "But maybe I'll need some help for my next exam," he added timidly.

'I figured' she thought amused. He was really bad at it.

"Of course, I'll help you whenever you ask, Yuuji-kun. It's no trouble at all," Sakura said wholeheartedly, making the boy smile gratefully.

Suddenly, they heard a series of loud coughs beside them. They quickly approached, with Yuuji rushing to the other end beside his grandfather. "Jii-chan! Are you okay? Should I call the doctors?" His distress was clear in his tone.

"I-I'm fine. It's nothing," his grandfather replied between coughs. His attempt to reassure wasn't quite successful with that cough, and Sakura could see him trying to hide the fact that there was blood on his hand.

"Itadori-san, I'm here, breathe," she suggested gently and calmly, switching into professional mode.

Sakura placed her hand on his back, making the gesture appear reassuring, but in reality sending a tiny pulse of diagnostic chakra to assess his condition.

His lung tissues were infested with blood, affecting the pleural cavity. Not good.

"Yuuji-kun, can you bring me that yellow envelope on the cabinet, please?" she asked without taking her eyes off her patient, who continued to cough.

"Huh?" He felt his gaze "O-oh, sure!" He rushed to fetch it. "Here you go!"

"Thank you."

Sakura filled a glass with water and poured the contents of the envelope into it before stirring it.

"Itadori-san, take this. It'll make you feel better."

The old man took it with his other hand, trembling slightly, but not spilling anything. Sakura placed her hand on his back again.

As he began to drink from the glass, she sent a bit of medical chakra to his airways and lung tissues. She quickly and carefully began to alleviate the obstruction of the airways and remove the blood from the cavity. All with utmost discretion, sending the least amount possible, trying to make it seem like the sensation of her chakra was due to the fresh intake of liquid.

Itadori-san finished drinking, and at the same time, Sakura withdrew her hand from his back. She did the best she could.

She watched as his shoulders relaxed, and the relief was quite evident.

"How are you, Jii-chan? Do you feel better?" Yuuji asked, still concerned.

"Yes, kid. I'm fine, it was nothing. Stop worrying," he replied, his voice still raspy from all the coughing. It was obvious the teenager didn't believe him.

"It's something normal to happen, Yuuji-kun. You shouldn't worry," she tried to reassure him, feeling a bit guilty for doing so, as it was a lie. The persistent cough wasn't a good sign; it meant the illness was progressing.

Sakura could feel Itadori-san's grateful gaze. The man may be a grumpy old man, but he loved his grandson (in his own way) and didn't want to worry him.

"Alright, if you say so," Yuuji replied, a bit doubtful, but then he formed a smile. "It's lucky you were here, Sakura-oneechan! You're really miraculous. What was that you gave him?"

She blushed shyly at his compliment, although she didn't like that nickname. "It's a liquid that contains electrolytes and helps with hydration," she explained simply.

"Uh, I don't know what that is, but it worked!" he exclaimed happily.

Sakura just laughed at his antics. "Well, I must continue with my rounds now. Itadori-san, take it easy for now and rest."

"Yeah, yeah," he responded with a carefree gesture.

Rolling her eyes, she turned to the other more obedient Itadori.

"And you, let me know when you need extra math lessons. You can study here while I do my rounds," she reminded him as she headed for the door.

"Goodbye, Yuuji-kun, Itadori-san," she bid farewell to both but only received a response from one, as expected.

"Goodbye, Sakura-oneechan. And thank you, I'll definitely take you up on that offer!" the boy confirmed with excitement.

With one last smile, the woman left the room and walked through the corridors towards her next patient.

Alone, she felt her cheerful expression fall and the tightness in her chest increase.

'I could have done more.'

Sakura walked calmly along the main street with her phone in hand, reading local and world news. She always considered it important to be informed about what was happening in the place where she lived. "The price of the basic basket rises again," she read in the headline. She frowned; that wasn't good for her wallet. The nurse's salary wasn't bad, but it also didn't allow for many luxuries.

Yuki had offered several times to send her money monthly for anything she needed, but she had rejected it on every occasion. She didn't want to live off charity, and she already owed him enough to keep increasing her debt. She thought about going to casinos, a quick and easy way to make money, as she was very good at it. Her shisou had taught her more than medicine or self-defense: he had also taught her about politics, diplomacy, economics, and, above all, gambling.

Before the war, when the council members got on her nerves and she ended up feeling like throwing her desk out the window (which she had done several times), she would take out her sake from its secret hiding spot (to Shizune's dismay) and started drinking. Then she would drag Sakura into a series of poker rounds or any game of chance, playing until she won, which never happened. This meant they played for hours on end. When the war started, obviously that tradition died.

'Like everyone else' she remembered sadly.

Occasionally, in the brief respites between battles, patients, and meetings about strategic plans and troop organization, she would drag her into her tent to play again. She always won, but Sakura wanted to believe it was more due to her great skill than her teacher's incredible bad luck.

'I miss her' was the thought that came to her when she remembered the voluptuous and hot-tempered woman.

Senju Tsunade was the first one who saw her potential and made her into the kunoichi she always wanted to be. She had almost become like a mother to her after learning about the deaths of her parents. They were merchants, and while they were traveling in their caravan to a village near Konoha, in the Land of Fire, they were attacked by a horde of white Zetsus. Sakura found out from her Shisou himself, as it was a very serious matter. The white creatures were approaching the village, and because of their ability to transform into identical copies of people, they could easily infiltrate and cause havoc. She still remembered when her teacher broke the news to her and her expression of sorrow. She cried in her arms for an hour. She never let go.

She pushed away her thoughts from the painful memories, almost automatically at this point, and refocused on her phone.

Out of nowhere, she heard a strange noise and a hiss coming from a narrow alley between two buildings. 'A curse?'

Sakura swore she would find and kill that stupid sorcerer with his ridiculous fringe if it was yet another one of his curses.

It had been about two weeks since that incident, but it didn't make her any less paranoid.

She decided to go check it out. Entering the dirty alley, where the garbage containers were lined up on each side, she continued to hear the noise and now a gurgling, coming from the right side, behind the containers. Taking a few more steps, she caught sight of it: indeed, it was a curse, albeit tiny. A small blue creature with tiny black dots for eyes and a large mouth with sharp teeth. It was made of a viscous substance, which explained the gurgling, and half of its body was inside the container. A weak curse's ability was to pass through solid objects, but as they leveled up, they lost this ability.

'Is it his?' she wondered. Sakura didn't know how much control Getou had over them and if he was able to see through them or use their abilities.

To her surprise, the creature wasn't alone.

In front of the spirit, there was a small gray cat, probably about three months old. It was malnourished, and upon closer inspection, Sakura noticed a small bleeding wound on its left paw, likely caused by the curse, as the cat was hissing at it with its fur standing on end and its back arched.

She wasn't sure if animals could see curses, but judging by the cat's gaze, which, although directed at the container, showed erratic movement of its iris, she realized it wasn't exactly fixed in one place. It couldn't see it, but it could clearly feel it.

Sakura quickly killed the curse and watched as the cat looked surprised, now turning its attention to her. She tried to approach to treat its wound; she wasn't a veterinarian, but she could do that much. However, the cat hissed again. Its fear was evident, and a part of Sakura felt sorry for it. Poor thing, it must have had a hard life living on the streets.

She tried to approach again, this time crouching down to be as close to its level as possible and to not appear as a threat. It didn't hiss this time, but it also didn't come closer.

Frustrated, she thought about what she could do to convince it.

She remembered she had a protein bar in her bag that she had bought at the hospital and hadn't finished eating. She didn't know if the cat would like it, but she had nothing to lose by trying. She searched for it until she found it. It was still half left. She didn't think a cat of its age could eat it whole, so she broke off a small piece and crushed it, then gently placed it on the ground, as close to the cat as she could.

The cat looked at the food with interest and distrust. Sakura waited patiently, and after almost a minute, she saw it slowly approach, first sniffing carefully, until it finally grabbed a small piece and ate it.

Apparently, it liked it, as it continued with larger bites, now enthusiastic. Sakura took advantage of its attention on the food and slowly moved her hand closer, keeping it in the cat's field of vision the whole time. The feline watched her, still on guard but not stopping its eating, showing how hungry it was.

This broke her heart.

When her hand was close enough, she extended her index finger and touched its head. The kitten lifted its head immediately, scaring her and making her think it would run away, but it started to sniff her finger, analyzing the scent. She waited with bated breath through the long seconds of intense scrutiny. In the end, it returned to its food. Sakura let out a relieved sigh—she had passed the test!

Feeling more confident, she touched its head again, but this time the cat didn't lift its head. She tried using two, three, four fingers, and finally ended up petting it with her whole hand, first on its head and then gently down its back. It was so cute.

The cat finished the piece of the bar she had given it, licking the last crumbs off the floor. Sakura continued to pet it and began to hear its purring. How adorable!

She wasn't sure if she could lift it, so she took out another piece of the bar, crushed it again, and placed it closer to herself. The little furry creature approached more confidently and proceeded to eat it enthusiastically once more.

Now, she moved slightly to get a clearer view of the wound on its paw. Luckily, it wasn't very large. With one hand, she continued petting it, listening to its purring and the sound of it eating at the same time.

She didn't know cats could do that.

Sakura sent a bit of healing chakra to the small wound on the cat's paw, not too much to avoid startling it, and after a few seconds, she completely closed it, just as the little one finished eating. So quick.

Satisfied now that she had helped, she stood up, ready to head home. Or so she thought. As soon as the cat finished eating and saw that Sakura was about to leave, it started walking between her legs, rubbing its body against her while purring. It even stood on its hind legs and stretched out one of its front paws, opening its little claws as if asking for something.

"How adorable!" Sakura squealed.

Understanding its request, she took out the last piece of the bar and crumbled it for the cat to eat, which it did immediately. She gave it one last affectionate look and smile before heading back to the sidewalk to continue her way, wishing it all the luck in the world.

She hadn't gone half a block when she felt she was being followed. Turning around to assess the threat, she saw the little cat running in her direction. It had followed her. It rubbed against her legs again, making it impossible for her to walk. She couldn't take a step without it getting in front of her. Sighing, Sakura crouched down.

"I'm sorry, little one. I really can't take you," she spoke with all the regret she felt. The cat looked at her and meowed in a tone that seemed to indicate it didn't care about her needs and wanted to be taken along anyway. At least, that's what Sakura thought.

It was then that she looked more closely at its eyes and was surprised. They weren't just blue as she had thought due to the darkness of the alley; now, in the light, she could see clearly. It had one blue eye and one green. Heterochromia. It was a very rare condition in people and even rarer in animals. This was quite a special little kitten.

The cat kept meowing, and Sakura couldn't resist petting it again to hear its purring. She felt her resolve not to take it wavering.

"Listen, I really can't. I work and don't have time to take care of you. You'll find someone who can give you a home." Sakura felt ridiculous talking to a cat, but she had to make it understand, even if she knew it couldn't comprehend her. There was no such thing as logic with these adorable creatures.

She stood up and tried to walk, but it wouldn't let her, almost making her trip once. She knew she could run faster than it and lose it, but she didn't have the heart to do that. Suddenly, she hissed as she felt a scratch on her legs. Looking down, she saw it climbing up her clothes with its claws. It climbed up to her stomach, where the scratch was more painful, and she had to hold it in her arms.

"You're so cheeky," she scolded, and the cat responded with cute meows and purrs, settling comfortably in her arms.

Oh, God! It was too cute, and she was too soft.

With a smile, she petted him again, earning louder purrs, which made her chuckle. Her resolve was almost completely crushed.

'No, no. Sakura, stay strong' she encouraged herself.

From this position, she noticed an elongated mark on his neck. It must have been grease from the trash, she thought. She touched it, but it didn't have a greasy texture.

It was a patch of black fur.

Apparently, he wasn't completely gray. She adjusted him and looked closer, noticing it was shaped like... a kunai? What the hell?

Was it some kind of sign? Was this strange world telling her to take him? Or was she going crazy, seeing shapes where there were none? Sakura looked again, and yes, it did resemble a kunai, with the thin handle part widening and then ending in a pointed tip.

If she already thought the cat was special, this confirmed it.

She felt herself on the verge of giving in. Just a little more, and her resolve not to take him would shatter like the protein bar she had given him. She didn't know what to do. She found him watching her with pleading eyes.¡ What a manipulator!

She held him with one arm and scratched him behind the ears with the other, knowing it was a weak spot for cats. He confirmed this by closing his eyes, enjoying the sensation, moving his head against her hand, and unexpectedly, licking her with his small rough tongue.

Her resolve ended up worse than the protein bar.

"Alright, you win, little manipulator. You're coming with me," she said.

Sakura felt a kind of excitement in her chest about the decision she had just made. She had never had a pet before! And she didn't know much about cats either, knowing more about dogs from Kakashi-sensei, but they weren't necessarily his pets. Pakkun would travel to this dimension to bite her if he knew she referred to them that way.

It would be another new experience for Sakura, one of the dozens she had had since arriving in this place.

She continued walking, now heading towards a veterinary clinic she had seen earlier. She needed all the information she could get about cat care.

She entered the place and was greeted by a spacious and white waiting area. There was a girl at the reception desk, putting her things away. Oh, it looked like they were about to close.

"Good afternoon, I'm sorry, but we're closing now. We open again tomorrow at 8" the receptionist said while continuing to put her things away, not really looking at her.

"That's okay, I'll come back tomorrow. Thanks" Sakura replied, feeling disappointed.

Before she could turn to leave, the girl spoke to her. "Is that a kitten? How cute! Is it here for its vaccines?" she asked curiously, seeing the small body in her arms.

"Uh, yes? I think" Sakura responded doubtfully. Finally, the girl looked up and stared at her, confused.

She sighed. "I really don't know much about taking care of cats. I just found him and decided to keep him. I was hoping you could check him out and give me some advice," she confessed.

The girl looked at her with a sympathetic expression. Coming out from behind the desk, she approached Sakura to get a better look at the cat.

"Oh, he's so tiny and cute!" the receptionist exclaimed, clearly smitten. She couldn't blame her. "It looks like you've fallen victim to these adorable creatures too. I have to tell you, you didn't decide to keep him; he decided to keep you," she added with a melodic laugh.

"So, I wasn't the only one cruelly manipulated. Good to know," Sakura replied with a sigh, looking at the object of adoration.

She heard her laugh before another, deeper voice spoke. "Definitely, everyone who has had cats has been a victim of them."

Sakura looked up to see a young man, maybe in his early thirties, with bronze skin, honey-colored eyes, and black hair. He was wearing a sea-green uniform that gave away his profession as a veterinarian.

"I'm Dr. Tashida, nice to meet you" he said, extending his hand and confirming his name on his badge.

Sakura looked at him and then at his hand, then back at the sleeping cat in her arms. Quickly, the doctor realized his mistake and lowered his arm.

"I'm sorry" he apologized, laughing nervously.

"Dr. Tashida! I was just about to close" said the receptionist with a blush on her cheeks and bright eyes.

'Ah! Love!' Inner sang.

"It's okay, Rumi-chan, I can see one more patient before you close" Dr. Tashida said. He turned back to her. "You can come this way...?"

"Sakura" she answered his unspoken question.

The doctor gave her a smile. "Sakura-san, please come this way."

She followed him into a medium-sized room with several cabinets along the walls and posters of the skeletal structure of various animals, as well as information on common diseases. There was a desk in one corner and a metal table in the center of the room.

"You can place him here" the doctor said, referring to the table in the center.

Sakura put the cat down, waking him in the process. She saw his dazed and confused look as he tried to figure out where he was, and she began to pet him to calm him down.

She heard the doctor approaching again, with a stethoscope around his neck.

"Let's take a look at this little furball," he said as he started to examine the cat, beginning with his eyes.

"Wow, look at this rarity! This is quite uncommon. You have a very special kitten," he exclaimed, surprised.

Sakura laughed at the truth. "Yes, I know."

The doctor continued his examination, checking the cat's mouth, ears, and paws.

He used his stethoscope, placing it on the cat's chest, nodding to himself before hanging it around his neck and taking out a long thermometer. Sakura's eyes widened in surprise as she saw him place it in the cat's rear end.

She hadn't expected that. Gross.

After a few seconds, the doctor removed the thermometer and checked the temperature, nodding again. When would he tell her how the cat was doing? She was getting impatient.

The man put away the thermometer and, grabbing a large piece of skin on the back of the cat's neck, lifted him. Sakura thought the kitten wouldn't like it, but surprisingly, he remained completely still.

"Doesn't that hurt him?" she asked, a bit worried.

He seemed to remember her now, turning around surprised. "Hm? Oh, no, it doesn't hurt. This is how their mothers carry them, and by instinct, they stay still" he explained kindly.

"Oh, that makes sense" Sakura murmured. "So, how is he?" she finally asked the question.

The man had an amused gleam in his eyes. "Well, to start with, it's not a he, it's a she."

That was unexpected too.

Her expression must have said it all because he chuckled. "It's normal to get confused when they're young; many people don't realize until several months later. You don't mind the gender, do you?" he looked at her a bit concerned.

"No, not at all. I just didn't expect it. I assumed it was a male because of how brazen he was" Sakura explained, looking exasperatedly at the poor cat still hanging and staying still.

The doctor laughed heartily. "I understand completely; they can be quite crafty."

"But I'm glad to hear you don't mind" said the doctor, looking at her gently, which made her a bit uncomfortable.

"As for your other question, her heart rate is normal, as is her temperature. I don't see any signs of infection or any other disease. Overall, she looks quite healthy, aside from her malnutrition, of course."

"That's good" Sakura said with relief.

The doctor put the cat back on the table and went to the cabinets. He took out some syringes. When he returned, he asked Sakura to hold her the way he did but without lifting her. Although she didn't like treating her that way, she tried, knowing it wouldn't hurt. The doctor administered the vaccines he had prepared, causing the cat to let out a meow.

When he finished, Sakura gently petted her, praising her for her bravery. Then, she watched him go to his desk, take out a small notebook, and start jotting down some notes.

"Does she have a name?" the doctor asked while continuing to write.

"I haven't thought of one yet" Sakura replied honestly. She would have to come up with one soon; she couldn't call her "cat" forever.

"That's fine, don't worry. You'll think of one" he said as he finished writing and walked over to Sakura.

"I've given her vitamins, dewormers, a rabies vaccine, and vaccines for other common diseases. The first two are just for now, but the others are semi-annual," he handed her the notebook that showed everything he had administered and the dates for the next vaccinations. It also had the cat's characteristics, age, and gender. The name space was blank.

"Oh, okay, I understand" Sakura responded, picking the cat back up into her arms.

"In general, they're very easy to care for. It's better to give them their special food and not ours. If you don't have a yard, it's best to get a litter box for her needs. They sleep most of the day, so don't worry if you have a busy work schedule."

"Really? That's great. Especially the last part, I was worried I wouldn't have time to take care of her." The vet raised his eyebrows slightly at that.

"I'm a nurse" Sakura explained, once again answering an unspoken question.

"Oh, that's a very admirable profession. Anyone who picks up stray cats to care for them is a good person, so it's nice to know that sick people are in the hands of noble individuals like you" he complimented her with a smile.

She returned the smile. "Thank you, that's kind of you."

"Not at all, just telling it like it is," the man said in a casual tone. "I would recommend bringing her back for a check-up to make sure everything's okay. But that's all; we can head to the waiting room where Rumi-chan will assist you with the costs."

Sakura simply nodded, and they headed back to the entrance. The girl at the counter began detailing the prices of everything she would need. She wasn't joking around anymore; in fact, her tone seemed a bit hostile.

'Oh'

She paid for the consultation, vaccines, food, cat litter, and trays.

'I definitely need to hit up that casino' she thought, dismayed by the lightness of her wallet.

With everything done, she headed for the exit with the cat sleeping again in her arms, thanking them for the advice and for attending to her despite the hour.

"Don't worry about it, it's our job. I hope to see both of you soon. Don't forget the name; it should be as lovely as her new owner," the doctor said with a flirtatious smile.

Avoiding blushing, Sakura thanked them again, despite feeling a hateful glare from the counter. Turning on her heel, she left.

'I'm not getting involved there. Jealousy is terrible.'

She arrived home not long after, with the bags of purchases she had made and the cat sleeping deeply. It was hard for her to open the door like this, but she managed. She didn't have the heart to wake the tender creature. And she didn't have to; it seemed like her new pet sensed the change of environment because she woke up and looked around. She jumped out of her arms and began to explore the place, as if recognizing her new home.

"This is your new home, how do you like it?" Sakura asked, receiving a meow in response. It seemed like she liked it.

Happy, she went to place her trays in a corner of the kitchen, filling them with food and water. She inspected the place to decide where it would be best to place the litter box. She chose to leave it near the window between the living room and the kitchen so that the smell could escape through there in case she couldn't clean it quickly.

And now, the most important thing. Sakura approached the furry little thing that was looking and sniffing everything it found.

"Alright, you can keep sniffing later, but don't think I'll let you wander around my house all dirty."

Grabbing her, she took her to the sink, and bath time began.

The vet didn't tell her that enhanced strength and healing would be necessary. How could something so small have so much strength?

The pleasant surprise was that her fur wasn't actually gray; it was white! She was really very dirty. When she finished cleaning her, she brought out her hair dryer and dried her off, again needing strength and healing.

The end result was astronomically cute and adorable; she was a fluffy, white little thing. It required a good dose of kisses and hugs.

See her lick all her fur, bathe again, Sakura went to take a bath herself while pondering over the name she could give her. She wanted it to be short and easy to remember.

She thought about her old world; she always looked for things that reminded her of home or honored it. She wore her hair in a high ponytail for Ino, ate abundant ramen in honor of Naruto whenever she could, always read while walking for Kakashi, added tomatoes to her food for Sasuke, and many other little things that were comforting to her. What could she find from her old world that would remind her of cats?

She almost slipped when she remembered it. "I have the perfect name!" she shouted excitedly.

Quickly showering and rushing out with just her robe on, she went back to the living room to find her new guest, finding her eating her food. Sakura quickly crouched beside her, almost slipping, causing the cat to raise its head to look at her like she was an idiot.

"You'll be called Tora" she informed eagerly. P

The cat only looked at her for a few seconds before letting out a meow, approaching her and rubbing against her. Sakura laughed in relief. She liked it! Or so she hoped.

Looking at her affectionately, she could already feel the fondness welling up in her chest.

"Welcome home, Tora-chan."

I leave you the link of what Tora-chan looks like

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