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Now do remember that Sasuke used to be joyful before his clan was massacred.
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Sakura slowly opened her eyes and let out a small yawn. She stretched for a minute and jumped off her bed, running to her bathroom. She quickly took a shower and changed into some beige shorts and a navy shirt, tying a small red ribbon in her hair. Her shit displayed the crest of the Haruno Clan. A simple circle, but never underestimate a clan. The clan was not known as the clan only had one sole survivor, Sakura. The Haruno Clan, a clan that raised children to be the best of the best. They were known for their excellent chakra control and supernatural strength. They were also known for their intelligence and their fighting spirit. Though there was no records of any kekkei genkai, it didn't mean it was impossible.


She ran down the stairs and entered the lonely kitchen. The one that used to hold her father's laughter. The one where she would be fretted with a light hug and a smile. Now those times were gone ,and she was alone. She let out a sigh and walked out of her home, and made her way to the academy. She picked up her pace, wanting to get there early. Today they were going to go over the weapons ninjas could use, and she was exited. Though her thoughts were full from the last night's dream she had. Who was that man? Mazara? Mezera? No , that's not it. She neared the academy and kept thinking of the man, trying to remember his name. She entered the building and walked to the room she was assigned. Iruka wasn't there and no other student was there. She let out a deep breath she had held, and finally remembered his name. "Madara." She softly whispered and took out a book she had found in her parent's room. She quickly got interested in the book and blocked out the outside world.


Sasuke waved goodbye to Itachi and ran to the academy. He always got there early , so he could get the best seat and all the information he could. He quickly entered the academy and ran into the classroom and stopped as he entered. His small eyes widened. Right there was the pink haired girl. She had gotten to class earlier than he did ,and she was reading a book. He let out a smile, excitement hitting him like waves hit the shore and walked to her. "Hey, Sakura!" He said in an excited tone but frowned as the girl paid no attention to him. He peeked a look at her book and waved his hand in front of her. Sakura blinked twice, noticing the hand that was blocking her sight from reading the book. She closed the book and looked at the owner of the hand. "Oh, hello there." She politely said remembering the boy from when she helped him.


Sasuke grinned and sat next to her, not even asking if the seat was occupied or reserved for someone. An awkward silence fell upon them ,and Sasuke looked around before coming up with an idea. "Hey," he slowly said unsure of himself,"What was the book about?" Sakura turned to him ,and her eyes gleamed with excitement. "It's about chakra! My dad used to be a ninja ,and I want to be a strong ninja like him. I found this book in my parent's room and decided to start learning about what a ninja knows." She excitedly said and scratched the back of her neck, nervous Sasuke would say it's dumb to start learning ahead of everyone. Sasuke stared for a second before nodding in agreement. "That's cool! I'm going to prove myself to my father and brother." Sakura grinned," You can do it. You have to work hard but you can do it." Sasuke let out a full grin at the words and looked to the front, noticing Iruka with a small smile.


The class slowly started to fill in with the other students, and Sakura found herself being squished by fan girls that surrounded Sasuke. 'Help!!' She loudly thought and was saved by Iruka who screamed at everyone to find a seat. She let out a big sigh, relief crawling up her body. "I feel bad for you, Sasuke. Dealing with fan girls must be tough," she softly whispered and turned to Iruka , who ahd started speaking about kunai. Sasuke looked at her and turned to the front of the room. 'She's nice.'

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