Time did not shatter with a scream. It cracked open in silence—bitter and cruel. The last thing Sakura remembered was the smell of old books , dirt and something old . And then… light. A strange jutsu. A final seal.
she was supposed to go back few year's to the past and save sasuke from his future , despite everything kalashi and naruto did the kages still want to excute
him , an uchiha with both reningan and sharingan and with a criminal records can not roam the land freely, and sakura can understand theirs fear ,after all they witnessed what can an uchiha do , Obito , Madara and even sasuke showed the world how dangerous is theirs clan.
When she opend her eyes she was no longer inside the uzumaki old library,she found herself amidst a dense forest, unfamiliar and eerily quiet. Realizing the scroll had transported for real , but few weeks later and while roaming the place she realized that she went far back in time ,a time before the Hidden Villages, where clans constantly battled for supremacy.
Stranded in a tumultuous era, Sakura spent seven months seeking a way back. She traversed treacherous terrains, consulted with various clans, and delved into ancient texts, but the knowledge to reverse the technique eluded her.
During this time, she witnessed the brutality of the era. Children trained for war, clans decimated each other over minor disputes, and the concept of peace was but a distant dream. Despite the chaos, Sakura remained steadfast, aiding those in need with her medical expertise and defending the innocent when necessary. One fateful day, Sakura stumbled upon a skirmish between two minor clans. The weaker clan, outnumbered and outmatched, was on the brink of annihilation. Unable to stand by, Sakura intervened , and that was the beginning of her new story.
It was raining, but Madara barely noticed. His armor was slick with blood—most of it not his own. The bodies beneath his feet belonged to the Kusaba clan, a minor force foolish enough to think they could ally with the Senju and attack one of the uchiha allies , he arrived a little late but it doesn't matter They killed most of them , he was tired , not physically—his chakra pulsed strong, his senses sharp—but something deeper inside him ached. A weariness not even the battlefield could burn out. The war with the Senju had dragged on longer than even he had expected. Hashirama's forces pressed at every front. Every time Madara carved out a victory, it felt like grasping smoke—nothing lasted. And then, in the middle of the desolate clearing, the air shifted , He froze ,Out of the smoke, she emerged. A lone figure running toward the wounded with determination in her eyes and chakra glowing bright in her hands.
For the first time, his breath caught. Not from fear. Not from pain. But from something strange—unfamiliar ,Something like awe. Pink hair. Green eyes like springtime after a storm. She dropped to her knees beside a fallen child, her glowing hands already moving. Healing chakra pulsed from her palms, sweat beading on her brow.
She was not beautiful in the way noblewomen were. No, she was raw, alive, a flame in human form. And that chakra—so vast, so rich in vitality—it reminded him of something divine.
"Carefull " a voice called from behind her.
She turned her head slightly. Just enough for Madara to see her full face , a shinobi attacked her , Madara was so stunned to notice it was an uchiha and that the women he was watching in awe shattered the uchiha weapons and sent aadversaries flying with single punches .
And for a man like Madara—who had once turned his heart to stone to protect his clan —this moment was like a crack across the surface. Small. Dangerous. Irreversible.
She looked up, sensing him. Their eyes met.
Her breath hitched. She didn't know who he was. Not yet. But she felt it , the raw power the danger .
And for the first time in a thousand battles, Madara smiled , he knew even from far even if he did nothing she acknowledged his power just by looking at him.
Sakura observed the man looking at her ,He was tall, with wild black hair that touched his back, armor that clung to his broad chest like it had been made for him and him alone. His arms were crossed lazily, but his presence was anything but .He was dangerous. His eyes, deep obsidian, swept over her once. His expression didn't change, but something in the air shifted.
"Lord Madara " someone called him , it was hard to turn his attention from her but he had to, aftet all this was a battlefield and he was the uchiha madara
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The girl disappeared just like the way she appeared out of nowhere , no one saw her after that battle, no one knew who she was .
Madara kept replying her image in his mind regretting not using his sharingan to capture it , he ordered his man to look for her everywhere.
as for sakura she continued her life as usual unaware that the man she saw in the battlefield was not an ordinary man but Madara himself , and that she caught his attention like no one ever did . Months passed and life continued , fights , blood and desperation, He the uchiha leader was on the verge of losing his mind when his brother was seriously injured, the healers he brought couldn't help him , And then one day , few days after izuna's injury she came , the pink haired woman he keeps seeing in his dreams
The tent was dim and tense—thick with the metallic scent of blood and the weight of despair. The guards led her inside with tight shoulders and silent expressions. No names. No greetings.
"He's in here," one of them said gruffly, pulling back the heavy flap.
Sakura stepped in—and froze. The man lying on the futon was pale as bone, his bare chest heaving shallow, labored breaths. Blood soaked the fabric beneath him. A deep gash carved through his side—clean, but long, angry, and close to the heart. His skin was clammy. His chakra was barely traceable.
He was dying ! She dropped to her knees beside him. "How long ago did this happen?"
"About 2 days ," one shinobi said. "Our best healers tried. They couldn't stop the internal bleeding."
Sakura pressed her hand lightly to the wound, feeling the flicker of a frayed chakra network and the way the tissue around it was slowly rotting.
"He's going septic," she murmured. "If I don't clear the infection and repair the lung damage in the next hour, he won't make it."
From the corner of the tent, a tall figure watched.
He said nothing. His arms were crossed, his dark hair falling around sharp, focused eyes. His chakra was heavier than the others—intense, suffocating even in stillness. He hadn't spoken a word since she entered. But Sakura felt his judgment. His doubt.
He's the leader here, she remembered seeing him few months ago in a battlefield full of children and she interfered to save some .
She looked up once. He met her eyes and tilted his chin slightly, cold and unreadable.
" move," she snapped. "I need clean water. Cloth. And no one touching me unless I ask." She adressed everyone in the tent
They hesitated. The tall man gave a single nod. The room emptied.
Sakura worked like a storm. Her chakra flared softly, glowing green under her palms as she cleared the infection first. His fever was high—dangerously high—and she cooled his body manually, soaking cloths and laying them across his forehead, down his neck.
Then came the deeper work. She closed her eyes and pressed her hands directly over the wound. Her chakra dipped into his chest, threading into the torn lung tissue, coaxing blood vessels to seal, muscles to mend. Her hands trembled slightly—not from fear, but strain. She hadn't used this level of healing in years.
"You're going to live," she whispered, even though he couldn't hear her.
The hours dragged on. Sweat beaded at her temples. She poured herself into every movement, tuning out the pain in her own arms, the dull burn behind her eyes. She barely noticed when the flap of the tent opened again.
Madara stepped inside. He hadn't moved all night. He watched her work in silence, leaning against the support beam like a statue , He had scoffed internally at first.
The girl—barely out of her teens, with pink hair and soft hands—how can she heal what old healers couldn't ? They had said she was an excellent healer , and he saw it himself once, but he couldn't believe she can do what master medics couldn't ,He had expected her to fail but desperation made him trust her . But then he saw her chakra up close . And the way she moved with precision and confidence, not fear.And something about the way she refused to ask for permission.
He moved closer now, just as her chakra began to dim. She was slumped slightly, breathless.
But the man on the bed—Izuna—was breathing deeper. More evenly. Color had returned to his lips. The wound was gone.
Sakura finally sat back, swaying. "It's done," she murmured.
"You just saved the only person left in this world I give a damn about." The dark man said
The tall man was walking toward the bed, gaze fixed on the one she had just saved. His expression had cracked. Just a little. A flicker of relief, carved beneath layers of stoicism
He turned to her fully now, for the first time " im in debt to you , and Uchiha Madara is never in debt "
Sakura blinked, realization dawning slowly.
"…Madara " she whispered. Her breath caught . Now looking at the man standing in front of her , his face looked familliar yet different but there is no doubt this is Uchiha Madara ! Real and alive and probably younger than the one she met in the war ,when was she exactly? , Sakura tried to act calm and not get into any troubles with one of konoha's history creators.
"I did what you asked. I'm leaving now."
Madara said nothing for a long moment Then, softly he smirked or smiled or maybe it was both but she swear she saw amusement in his eyes
"No. You're not." He muttered
she ignored him and turned away leaving the tent , Madara doesn't scare her , they beat him once , he is not invisible .
The moment Sakura stepped outside the healing tent, she knew something was wrong.
The air was too still. The guards were no longer passive. They stood with their hands near their weapons, watching her with sharp, assessing eyes.
She squared her shoulders. Her chakra was low—but not empty.
She had enough to fight them , uchiha or not she is not going to be imprisoned in the past and bu whom! Uchiha Madara, the guy who nearly destroyed her world
"I said I'm leaving," she told the nearest guard.
He didn't move. "You healed someone very important to us."
"I didn't ask for payment."
"You're not getting gold," the man said. "You're staying."
Her hands curled into fists. "No, I'm not."
From behind her, the tent flap rustled. Heavy footsteps followed.
Madara.
He didn't need to announce himself. The weight of his presence was unmistakable, like pressure in the air before a thunderstorm. He crossed the field with deliberate calm, hands loose at his sides, but his gaze was locked on her.
She turned toward him fully.
"Is this your doing?" she asked, voice tight. "You're going to keep me prisoner?"
Madara tilted his head slightly. "More like a guest than a prisoner, You used healing techniques no one here has seen before. You expect us to let you walk out without questions?"
"I don't owe you answers."
He looked amused by that. "Everyone owes something, woman."
Something in her flared.
She didn't wait for a signal. She lunged forward—quick, precise, aiming a powerful chakra-charged punch straight into the ground between them.
The earth shattered , Dust flew. The Uchiha around her leapt back, startled. One wasn't fast enough—Sakura knocked him back with a clean, high kick to the chest, sending him flying across the field.
She pivoted, palm striking another man's weapon mid-draw and breaking the blade in two with raw chakra. Madara did not move. He watched as she ducked under a spear, landed a brutal hit to a man's ribs, flipped over a second attacker, and sent him to the ground with a knee to the jaw. He narrowed his eyes, fascinated.
There was rage in her movements. Precision, too. She fought like someone who had been through war
Where did she learn that?
The fight drew on. and she was tiring. Her breaths were sharp, drawn tight between gritted teeth. Sweat beaded at her brow. But still, she struck out, fierce and fearless.
Madara stepped forward slowly ,Sakura turned to him like she sensed it.
"Don't," she warned. "Stay back."
He didn't , he approached her casually, like he had all the time in the world, even as Uchiha fell around her. His eyes didn't blink. He was calculating, calm, as if cataloging every piece of her.
She's strong. Stronger than most of the women he met ,And her chakra control… it's flawless.
But what clan is she from? . She rushed him.
He didn't stop her. She came at him with a chakra punch, and he leaned just enough to the side that it missed. She spun and kicked—he caught her ankle. She twisted midair and tried to jab his shoulder—he ducked and grabbed her wrist. Apparently taijutsu isnt her strong point and he was a master in taijutsu .
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When whe woke up again she was tighed down to a chair with chakra ropes , she tried freeing her hand and screamed in frustration , The jerk used a genjutsu on her .the door to her cell cracked open and sakura didn't need to look up to know who it is ,Only one person walked like that :Confident. Heavy with ego. Like the ground itself should be grateful for his touch . The last time she had seen his face was when his dead revived body was trying to destroy the world , but now he was few feets away from her : young , probably in his early 20s ,And terrifyingly alive. He crossed his arms, standing in the center of the room like a judge about to deliver a verdict and she met his gaze—directly, unafraid.
"Why am i here ?" She asked
Madara raised an eyebrow "Let me make things clear , I'll be the one asking questions you answer them "
"Cut the horseshit Uchiha, what do you want from me ? "
Madara let out a sound , it might have been a laugh if he wasn't glaring at her " "You're either the most foolish kunoichi I've ever met," he murmured, "or the bravest."
Her throat tightened. "I'll take brave.
He didn't smile, not really. But something eased behind his gaze "Comfortable?" he asked, voice dry.
"Been in worse places," she croaked.
He arched a brow. "You have a strange sense of humor for someone tied up."
"I get that a lot."
Madara moved closer, the sound of his boots echoing across the stone floor. He didn't sit. He simply towered over her, eyes narrowed slightly.
"I'm going to ask you a series of questions," he said, "and depending on how irritating your answers are, I may or may not let you walk out of here with your kneecaps."
Sakura tilted her head. "Charming."
His lips twitched.
"Name."
She hesitated.
"I don't think it matters," she said. "I'm no one important."
" you used medical techniques i'v never seen not even The senju bastard can do that , that is enough to make you important to us "
She pressed her lips together.
Madara waited. Then, casually, he added, "I can always make up a name for you. Something like Pink Rat or Chatterless Fool—"
"Sakura," she muttered , thinking that there is no harm in giving her name , it is not like anyone knows her in this era .
"Tch ... your parents must be really creative he said looking at her pink locks .
Sakura rolled her eyes at him , this man was different from her expectations.
"No clan?" His voice cooled. "No surnam?"
"I told you—it's not important."
He studied her for a long moment.
"No one ever says that unless the surname is very important," he said.
Sakura rolled her eyes. "You're exhausting."
"And you are a fool if you think you can hide the truth from me " he replied flatly. "Where are you from ?"
"Far away."
"That's not an answer."
"It is if you squint." Madara's jaw tightened just slightly. "Let me be clearer. What clan are you affiliated with "
"im not " she said
He gave her the (i dont believe you look )
She hesitated. Think. Think, dammit.
"Im not from the fire land i was traveling," she said at last. "With a merchant caravan. We were headed west. We got caught in the middle of a battle between two clans. I got separated. Injured."
She lowered her eyes. "And i couldn't find them , so i stayed in the fire land "
The silence was heavy , Madara stared down at her, unreadable.
"…A merchant caravan from another land," he repeated.
"Yes."
"Caught in a clan war."
"Yes."
"And you just happened to survive the slaughter all alone "
Sakura gave him a wide-eyed look. "I'm very lucky."
He leaned in slightly. "Do you think I'm stupid?"
She smiled faintly. "Not even a little."
He narrowed his eyes but said nothing.
Sakura continued, more cautiously, "I know how it sounds. But I don't have any weapons. I have no allegiance. I even saved your brother "
"How did you know he was my brother , i don't remember telling you " Madara asked.
"You two resemble each other"
"Hin , just because we ressemble each , not bacause you are from the fire land and lying "
"im not lying , why would i lie to you"
"Ofcourse, you wouldnt have reasons to lie ,other than saving your life maybe " he said before looking at her shoes
"Your shoes "
She blinked. "…What?"
He gestured to her torn, half-burned boots. "That's a shinobi-grade combat sole. Reinforced leather made only in the fire land"
She groaned under her breath. "Damn it."
Madara didn't smile, but something in his expression shifted—just a flicker of amusement at watching her lie herself into a corner.
"You're bad at this," he said simply.
"I hit my head. I'm concussed," she said flatly.
"oh I'm sure."
Another silence. Tense. Measured.
"…Look," she said finally. "I'm not a threat to you. I'm not part of anyone's war. I'm just a medic and I have no ideawhat you want from me."
"I want the truth."
"You'll have to settle for parts of it."
Madara stared at her , Then abruptly, he turned and walked to the corner. Picked up a flask of water and poured it into a bowl. He returned, held it out.
She gave him a suspicious look.
"What, no poison?"
"If I wanted to poison you," he said, "you'd already be dead."
"Comforting."
"Drink."
She took the bowl and drank slowly. When she finished, he didn't move. Just watched her for another long stretch of silence.
At last, he said, "I don't like mysteries in my territory. Especially if im planning to make you stay ."
"I didn't choose to be in your land you forced me and who said anything about staying ."
"I did and thats enough "
He turned to leave.
"You are not the boss of me Uchiha Madara" she said, and he paused at the door ,Then he was gone, the door slamming shut behind him.
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The next qday he came back ,Bootsteps Heavy, even, sure. He stepped inside like he owned the room—and the truth was, he did.
"You've had time to rest," he said finally. His voice was smooth and deep, laced with quiet confidence. " i have few questions for you and a suggestion "
She lifted her chin. "And if I don't answer or agree to your suggestion ?"
He took a slow step forward. "Chances are that im gonna kill you but not before i know how that sharp mouth of yours taste"
she felt a rush of heat in her face , him having a very handsome face and looking at her like a beast not helping , she reminded herself that this was uchiha Madara.
"you are disgusting " she spat
He smirked "Not what your body reaction tells , however that was a joke , i dont force myself on womens they come to me willingly "
"you are so full of yourself uchiha "
"i have to , no one is full of me"
"Oh please , go ahead ask your questions and leave me alone
He smirked "What land are you from, Sakura?"
"Wind " she said the first thing that came to her mind
"where in the wind country?"
She inhaled. "Far south. A small village." No
"What village?"
"You wouldn't know it."
"Try me."
She met his gaze. "Destroyed. Burned years ago. There's nothing left to know."
His face gave nothing away.
He stepped forward , and this time crouched.
"I don't believe your story," he said bluntly.
"I didn't expect you to."
"But I'm willing to give you a chance."
"Gee, thanks."
"Your life in return of your medical knowledge" He said
"You expect me to be your servant, ha bold of you uchiha "
"i exepct you to help our clan with your medical knowledge in return of shelter , food and your life"
"For gow long ?" She asked
"untill we win this war "
"and if it doesnt end ?"
"Then you'll be free to go in one year after you teach my medics "
"I need my full chakra to do so "
"You'll be released immediately if you agree"
well this was her chance to gather more informations about time traveling jutsu and if she couldnt find anything in one year ,she'll be free to search elsewhere, a good deal compared to her situation now .
"We have a deal uchiha "