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"IM GOING TO KILL THAT NO GOOD SENSIE OF YOURS!" Mitarashi Anko yelled, a hand written letter grasped in her fingers. This specific letter was the one written by Kakashi to his only female student, Sakura Haruno. And it read;

Dear Sakura,

I don't know when you'll find this letter, but i hope it's sometime soon. I've set up so that Naruto is training these next three months with his godfather, and Sasuke will be training outside of Konaha with me. I hope you're okay with this, since we've already set off. As for you, i want you to go over your basics, and give youself a break from fighting.

Have a good next three months,

K.Hatake.

Sakura had seen the letter and immediately knew what that meant for her. She was so sure that when Anko ripped it open, she laughed. Not as in, giggled, but as in cackled. This girl was determined. She was gonna show that ass of a sensei of hers how really powerful she could be.

Soon thereafter (when Anko had settled down) Sakura and her senpai began to plan. Anko had favours with high level Konaha nin that she could cash in, and in what better way then making them Sakuras Senseis when Anko was at work. Okay, Anko admitted she liked her kid. Her pink haired stupid teenage girl who beat everyone's asses at mind games and was a sucker for a good mochi. She smiled softly at the thought, before shaking it away. "Well Sakura, i need to get going to T&I but for now you'll be training with a pair of bukijutsu specialists. The terrible twins, you may present yourselves!"

The two Chunin who manned the Konaha gates stepped out of the tree shade ominously, and Sakura tried to contain her laugh. But ultimately she failed, and the shady look the two chunin had on deflated. "Why aren't you impressed?" The one she would later find out was called Izumo asked. She shook her head and pointed towards the forest where they stepped out.

"I sensed you as soon as you Shunshined here. And when you try and look scary you just look constipated." Anko began to cackle, congratulating Sakura on hurting the twins egos. But eventually Anko left, and it was just Sakura and the so called terrible twins.

Sakuras day had started off amazing. She awoke to the smell of homemade pancakes which Haku had made and for the first time in her life ate breakfast at home. She had then gone on a run and made it six times around the village before stopping for a water break. She then did her senbon training with the lovely Haku, and got hit a hell of a lot. And then did the practice of her 'basics' like Kakashi had said and soon enough it was eight am. She had such a lovely start, so how did she manage to end up in a weapons shop, buying a scythe.

Izumo and Kotetsu had told Sakura that there were two perfect weapons for her. The senbon and the scythe. And as she was already better then them at using senbon, they demanded she buy a scythe. So there they were, having had looked through all of the weaponry shops in konaha they now stood in the last one, praying to find the perfect scythe.

The three nin stumbled through different parts of the shop when Sakura found a scythe. The perfect scythe. It was pink and black, with one of those weird stretchy handles and a back strap. The blade itself was beautifully carved from a dark black metal and seemed to be ingrained with a pink pigmented metal. The words 'kunoichi queen' were engraved and Sakura instantly fell in love with it.

She brought is slowly to the man at the till, and when she did he began to chuckle. "You have a good eye, child." She nodded and asked him softly how much it would cost. The man shook his head, looking adamant about something. "No. No money. This was my wifes. She was the kunoichi breadwinner and i was her blacksmith husband. When i made this blade she looked me in the eyes and told me that when she died she wanted this blade to go to another kunoichi." He stopped and smiled, his brow crinkling at the girl. Sakura looked him in the eyes and placed 5,000 ryo on the table. Overkill but this blade was special to her. She reckoned she'd have it for a while.

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