From the seed of Konoha's Cherry Blossom

Prologue: Spring this time will be so bizarre

AN: There have been many stories that i'd read about Sakura's past. Each of them has their own idea out of the box', you could tell. It'll be base on Sakura's character, her abilities and her history to the shinobi world. But this time, unlike other authors, i'll take it to a whole new level. This occurs in time of peace which means in the Boruto series. The cover artwork belongs to Miwo Kirihana, not mine. Sorry

Uchiha Sakura slowly opens her eyes, to see that she was standing in the middle of field, out of nowhere.

What more odd is that, the scenery surrounding her was all shades similar to that of her hair. The meadow, the tree, the sky. Even the sun was a pale yet bright shade of baby pink.

Her thoughts are wandering at the strange place she found.

Where am i? What is this place?

She looks around to see that there was no one but her. At first Sakura thought that she was in some kind of genjutsu. But she doesn't feel like it.

It feels so vivid. But yet not.

Is this a dream? What does it mean? Why does this place look familiar to me?

Sakura didn't know this place, but her mind keeps prodding her that she'd seen this place somewhere else that was unknown to her. This looks like a fortune-telling dream.

She did remember going to bed with her husband after a long day, to be met with this dream-like illusion.

Is this a sign for something about to happen?

Then suddenly the pinkette hears whispers.The breeze blows gently pass her from the distance and she heard voices of many people.

Sakura! Sakura. Sakuraaa...

Come back to us, please! You don't have to continue this life any longer.

Return to us. Where your true home is. Where you truly belong. We'll become a family again.

Don't leave!

Sakura-tan...

Sakura was getting confused. Konoha was her home, right? She didn't know anywhere else that was her home since birth. Then why would the whispers...

Suddenly, the pink-haired woman feels dizzy. Her forehead feels aching.

It was like something was trying to emerge through her skin. She massaged it with her fingers but it's no use, it's still hurt. It wasn't because of the pain she was feeling, but Sakura feels wetness sliding down her face.

She touches one of her cheeks to see that her tears have colorful light reflected on. Was it a trick of the dream, or were the tears sparkling?

Her hair was growing longer as the scenery around her getting darker and darker.

But she could feel herself glowing.

She didn't know what's going on, but Sakura knows she may find out now.

Then it all comes to an abrupt stop. The whispering was gone. It was silence again. The pink-haired kunoichi senses some force behind her so she turns around to what shakes her to the core.

A silhoutte infront of her. Sakura could only make out the outline. Then the figure approaches her a few more inches closer.

And Sakura had thought she had esclipsed that side of her long ago.

There stood herself, or more correctly her innerself. Her innermost emotional side that she'd been hiding ever since childhood.

But there was something strange about her infront of her presence.