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Chapter 5

Hi my dear readers, it's been a while. I'm really sorry for the delay, publishing this chapter. I know most of you might have already forgotten what this story is all about. I'm sorry again. I finally landed a job this February, so I was going under a spartan training. I was kind of busy. I'm finally a texturing artist. Now that I'm living away from my parents I'll will be hard for me to make time for writing but I will finish this story no matter what. I wanna share so many thing that happened in these six months but I won't bore you guys anymore. Thanks Hyuuga Hitomichan for editing this has done an amazing job. Enjoy...

She has experienced this situation once before but she can never really get used to such a horrible sight ; smell of the burnt flesh teasing her senses, blood oozing from soldiers' laceration. People crying in agony, trying to crawl their way to safety. It's not that she hasn't been exposed to such scenario before of course she has. She was a medic for god's sake. But this was just downright cruel. She fought in the fourth shinobi war alongside her team. She had healed countless shinobis on the front line and many more during the aftermath. But the condition wasn't like this. They had a large number of medic nins at their disposal. But here, all these Uchiha soldiers were writhing in pain with no one present to treat them. They didn't have a competent healer to attend to their injuries and those who were trying to attempt the feat was just torture to her eyes. They were sewing the lacerations without disinfecting either the wound or needle, bandaging the open wounds which they didn't even know were infected some crying with agony from the loss of their limbs. Many amputated the inflamed limbs without even considering any other option and the victims blindly resigned to their fates. The most heinous part of this all was those children who returned from the front line, traumatized both physically and mentally. They had a look of horror and unbearable pain on their innocent faces. She couldn't even imagine Sarada, her precious daughter to be subjected to something so horrible. What is Tajima Uchiha thinking? Sending little children to war who can't even protect themselves against an elder and more experienced shinobi.

There were children not even ten years old wailing for their mother's comfort and mother's who can't do anything for their suffering children helplessly trying to ease their children with words. She knew how painful it was for a mother to see their child hurt.

"Please...please someone."

"Please help my baby. I'm begging you."

"Please someone, anyone. Please save my child."

A woman was running around like an insane person carrying a child in her arms. She rushed towards a man who was trying to heal another shinobi. She pulled his arm and crouched down with her forehead sticking to the ground and started begging and crying to save her child's life. But the guy screamed at her and pushed her off him.

Witnessing this Sakura was beyond pissed. Without thinking anything, she marched towards the man furiously and punched him right in the face with all her might. The guy went flying straight to the wall creating a huge dent on it. There was silence except for the pain filled cries of the injured soldiers. Everyone became alert now and all men were on the edge, shocked at the blunt display of anger.

'What did they think just because they have put theses chakra restraining cuff on me, I am a harmless rabbit. Even without chakra I can fight.'

Then suddenly she realized why was she angry. She turned around to look at the woman who was crying for help.

She has always known Uchiha were proud people. Even if a child were to die the women will also reply 'it was for the sake of the clan'.Bent on the knees she moved her arms towards her and in a reassuring, calm voice said "Give him to me".
The woman protested tightening her hold on the child. "No."
Despite understanding the mother's concern she wasn't in the mood for this. The child needed her now. "Do you want to save your child or not?"
She said in very firm tone trying her very best to convince the mother.
"You can save him...?"
"Yes."
The pink haired woman replied with the serine smile on her face.
The smile was pure and sincere, she had the calm and poise of a mother herself that moment, she looked even more beautiful than she already was. The mother could not help but trust the sincerity in the smile. She was convinced that woman in front of her was telling the truth. Without any further delay the pink haired medic took the boy from her and laid him down. The child was having hard time breathing. She put two of her fingers on the boy's chest and applied a small amount of pressure. The boy screamed in agony. His mother grew anxious. It seems some of the child's ribs are broken... One is broken and its sharp edge has punctured the lung and the blood has filled in. That's the reason for his difficult breathing. He is also running down with severe fever. She put the back of her palm on the boy's forehead. His wounds are infected causing fever. She turned to one of the guards and asked him to call for his superior immediately.
At her serious tone the guard was displeased but nonetheless hurried to call his superior.
'The boy is in serious need of treatment.'