Sakura Haruno - Naruto - Vault

The late afternoon sun, a molten gold bleeding across the horizon, cast long shadows across the quiet training grounds of Konoha. Sakura Haruno, her usually vibrant pink hair dulled by the fading light, sat cross-legged, her brow furrowed in concentration. The worn fabric of her ninja attire felt familiar against her skin, a constant reminder of the battles she’d fought, the lives she’d saved, and the yearning that had, for so long, been a quiet ache in her chest.