The Haruno Clan's Blossom

Chapter22

The female wasn't sure what she was looking at. Well, she was, she just wasn't sure why it was in an otherwise empty wardrobe. She leaned down and picked up the object, her frown deepening.

"Why is there a random med kit here?" Nozomi-san muttered to herself, puzzled. 

Her narrowed eyes looked around the room before returning to the object she held. She returned it to the wardrobe before leaving the room. Nozomi-san knew she couldn't get distracted, she had to find Sakura and she had to do it fast. She had no doubts that Mysterio was hunting her down and the redhead knew that it wouldn't be ideal to get caught up in a fight whilst Sakura was being held captive. It was pretty obvious that the mysterious entity was strong and the seventeen-year-old had a feeling that they would cause a lot of destruction should they come face to face.

She had a feeling her clan's heir was not in any of the rooms that were connected to the hallway she was in but it didn't hurt to be thorough. She just hoped she would find the pinkette soon, she didn't want to imagine the scolding she would get from the clan head when they completed the mission.

After a quick check of each of the rooms in the hall, she was left only with the one she had been holding off from exploring.

'Do I really have to go back in there?' She let out a breath before opening the door, wincing at the smell that greeted her. It was musty and the sight of the room looked terribly identical to how it did when she had first looked inside. 'Great, so it hasn't changed a bit.'

Nozomi had only briefly examined the bigger storage room and her clones had already searched every other corridor they came across. Unfortunately, they were all unable to find the precious pinkette who had so cruelly been taken captive by whatever organisation roamed the underground base she and her teammates had been tasked to infiltrate. 

The female started to look around, avoiding the spiderwebs as best as she could. She picked up a small box, opened the top and let out a deep breath when all that was inside was a bunch of junk. As far as she could see not much would be found in this room apart from a collection of clutter and a giant heap of a mess.

She moved to the back of the room, thankful for her mask which shielded her from the majority of the dust that had collected around the space. She moved aside some of the boxes and loose objects, tilting her head as she gazed downwards, lips pursing.

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Sakura wasn't sure if the noises she was hearing were coming from her tummy or if she was just imagining things. Her emerald eyes moved to look at the person guarding her. It seemed that they had yet to notice the odd racket that was currently attacking her ears. 

'Ok.. so either my tummy is rumbling and he's refusing to acknowledge me or I am hearing things..' Then again, maybe she wasn't hearing things. Maybe the guy guarding her just wasn't as adept as she was.

The noises currently attacking her were of metal objects clashing against each other, the rustling of clothing and the sound of something flying through the air. The bubble of chakra as one prepared a fire jutsu lit up her senses and the pinkette's eyebrows furrowed as she closed her eyes. She reached out for the signature, her expression crumpling as she found that she didn't recognise it.

A loud crash resounded, shaking the whole of the building; Sakura's guard seemed to be forced out of their state of oblivion, stumbling as they tried to catch their footing despite the continuous quaking of the structure they were in.

Deciding she had had enough of waiting around (and silently praying that the disturbance was caused by Nozomi-san), Sakura released herself from her restraints. She carefully eyed her guide, their large form shrouded in a cloak spun from the darkest of skies. She had but one chance to strike and when another series of shakes began, throwing off her watchman, she struck.