Into a New Path

13

"Sakura Talking."
'Sakura's Thoughts,'
'Inner's Thoughts,'
"Inner Talking."
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lol I got an IPad and I reread the chapters prior to this so I can remember
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She kept her eyes closed as she passed through the familiar hand signs of the katon jutsu. She was a fighter. One that was being carefully molded and sculptured. She puffed up her cheeks and blew out. Madara hummed at the size. If it was the warring ages, she would have been sent to battle and would be expected to win. Sakura stilled but started forming the simple hand signs yet again and blew stronger. The warring era had made him into a fine shinobi but it came with a cost. His brother was lost, and that was his push towards greatness. He shook his head and watched once again the size of the fire ball. The fireball was the first step towards greatness for every Uchiha. It was their pride just like the Sharingan.

The second step in her training would be to start utilizing it in her every day taijutsu practice. She knew she was superior to the academy kids and could already be considered close to a chunin if not for the lack off more ninjutsu. One thing that had surpassed him was that her hair color was becoming dull and faded. It was a weird phenomenon and he did not know why it occurred. Though it was to his advantage for when she had to carry on his name, he knew the hair color would be easy to change to the familiar color of night. One thing he was prideful of was his hair. It was a rumor that in his old clan, the longer a warrior had his hair, he was untouchable. She must live up to that reputation, but for now he can allow her one hit.

"Again, bigger," he repeated over and over until she got it to the size he expected it to be at her age. Not bigger than a boulder but not smaller than a bear. "Again and sustain it," he said and felt a nod from the girl. Once again the familiar color of orange and red invaded his vision and it brought him familiarity. He could not wait for the day he was free and raining terror for his peace. His plan would work, and he knew she was the key. He would use her for his dirty work until he was set free. He is gonna craft her into something greater than the idiots on the mountain. He is the God of destruction, and he will make her one.

'Left,' she hit the tree with her left leg. 'Right,' she hit the tree with her right leg. She followed that pattern and made sure her arms and hands made contact too. 'Endurance and resistance,' was what Inner had told her. If she could not withstand pain, she could not move on with her goal. He had told her it would make her body stronger, and she went along with it. Her body could feel the pain and her mind wanted to get as far away from the harm, but she did not budge. Hours and hours had passed and now she was finishing off her training with another fireball. She breathed in and blew out and felt the familiar taste of musk.
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She winced as she washed the scratches on her body. She knew it was nothing she couldn't fix with some good bandages and ointment. She closed the faucet and looked into the mirror. She admired her work but looked at her fluffy hair. The color appeared to be dull and kind of faded, but it looked so majestic that she hated it. She had not bothered to take care of it nor did she care for it but it was too girly for her taste. With that in mind she left the restroom for a second and returned with a kunai in her grip. She grabbed a piece of her hair and started what could best be called trimming with the blade. It took her a while but when she looked up and did not find the fluffy hair, she let out a sigh of relief. How was she supposed to become the shinobi she wanted to be with ridiculous round soft hair. She looked at the mirror and nodded to herself and started cleaning up.

To say Madara was a bit shocked. She had unknowingly used the same method he had that lead to his hair taking the odd dangerous form. He had raised an eyebrow when she looked back in the mirror and saw that some of her strands looked oddly familiar to his. This was one thing he did not know was going to happened but alas it did not bother him.
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"Fight me Sakura-San," a soft voice whispered. Sakura raised an eyebrow at the girl and her eyes widened a small fraction. It was the Hyuga girl that wanted to fight her. Iruka gathered them both for their daily sparring session and gave the signal to go. The young Hyuga threw a fisted hand but Sakura blocked it and went low to deliver a kick. The kick was too quick for the small Hyuga, and she felt the ground beneath her. "Sakura wins," Iruka stated, and the small Hyuga picked herself up. Sakura walked away and took a seat not wanting to see the boring matches. "Got a new haircut for your full hair," a whiny voice stated, and Sakura blankly stared at the blonde. "Yamanaka, hair shouldn't matter. Focus on your sad idea of a spar."

Ino bristled in rage but knew that by herself she could not win this fight. "Just you wait Sakura Haruno," she spat and walked away from her in rage. "One of the most dangerous weapons is the tongue," he stated, and Sakura took it in. "Use it wisely."