°∆ REVERSING THE STORY ∆° [Sakura Haruno ff]

Chapter |11|

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Third person's POV

Grabbing the bag, Sakura turned her Hill and left. The man was left to stare at her retreating form, a wry smile on his face as he took a sip at his coffee. Her steps were nimble as she dashed madly at the bustling streets, her steps were constantly changing as she practiced her footwork. From outer view it looks like she is dancing on the streets in a very high speed.

She finally arrived at her house, she jumped over the gate and unto the second floors window which was left open. With her usual habit to go through windows she feels as if it's normal. Her lithe form wiggles inside the room, she put her bags on the counter of so called 'lab' she first grabbed the scrolls and stored it into one -of the many- drawers.

She then got the grinder and the ink slab. She added little droplets of water at first, then she started to grind the ink, when the ink was at the right texture, not to thick and not too watery. She jumped from her chair and proceeded to take a step back, her fingers itched to her weapon pouch and she took a kunai smoothly.

And unhesitantly in one fluid motion, dragged the corner of the weapon on her palm. She held her palm over the ink grinder and watched as the crimson blood went and dripped to it. And it seems like the pain finally registered into her as she scrunched her face up.

Her hands glowed green, an indication that she is using healing chakra. And little by little the drops of crimson pearls stopped. She inaudibly sighed, and muttered something to herself.

Sakura twirled the kunai in her hand with her nimble fingers and then dropped it into her pouch as her leg came into view. Sakura sat back down and grabbed the brush, she dipped it into her ink and blood with a pause. And then her hands moved. Fast and steady, smooth and gentle. Because let's be real here, with her past knowledge, she could run Jiraiya for his money when it comes to seals.

And she's hella proud of it.

And in quick succession, the first scroll was finished. She stood up brush in hand as the reflective scroll glowed a bit, she smirked and wondered if she could carry the scroll all the time.

She hovers her hand on the scroll for a bit, as it glows brighter. She tucked the scroll on the corner and decided to do the four out of ten of the scrolls. As if it has been engraved into her bones she does the others smoothly, and if not a little bit too fast. All you can see is her hands after image.

By the time she was finished, her hands were moving again. As the last scroll was glowing she ducked her head and headed to the drawers all the jars that had filled with the herbs that she grew was out and transfered into the scroll, she left one out and started to brew potions.