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The pretty young woman could be found sitting on the edge of a cliff, kicking her legs back and forward. Her skin was pale paler than t should be. She had been locked inside for a long time. Her body looked weak, like she hadn't worked out for a long time. And it was true, this young woman had just gotten out of the hospital. She had been unconscious for a very long time.

She sat there, staring at her right hand. Angry red jagged lines shout up her palm in a spiral, shooting off further up under her shirt. They ended near her armpit and began right before her index finger. There was no pain, just the terror of slowly fading memories. he closed her eyes and took a deep shuddering breath. Fuinjutsu was dangerous. Every Uzumaki knew that. And she- with no talent from her name, knew it better than most.


The tired girl couldn't help but grin- her newest creation was almost done! A seal to end all seals! She had been working on it for days, having never once stopped to rest or eat. She only sipped on some water near her. Her brush moved smoothly over paper on the prototype seal. She was so very tired, but she just needed a little more work!

The seal itself was blurry even in this memory. She did not remember what it was she had made, only the act of making it. Akane was so excited. And then, her hand slipped. The active chakra in the seal erupted, pain exploding along her hand. Blood erupted, and her mind grew hazy as a concussive burst exploded. She tried to fling herself along with the burst of energy, trying to minimize injury, and it's the only thing that saved her life as purple chakra consumed part of her home. It was the last hing she saw, bright sunlight where her roof and wall used to be.



She shivered. Blinking, she looked around herself. Her mind was cloudy and lethargic. She needed to train and get back into things. She wanted to get up and move. She wanted t scream and cry. She had lost months of her life. She was sure everyone else must have moved on. Did anyone even miss her? She was a failure of a ninja, from a line of failures of Uzumaki. She hated herself even more than when her mother died. She wished she died at sea with her father. Maybe mother would still be alive. She missed her mom so much. Her blank stare continued.

((OOC: Sorry for the bad post.))

In her own little world and possessing no outstanding shinobi senses, the redhead was unaware of the S-rank ninja approaching her. So, when someone just suddenly approached and appeared in her peripheral vision without warning, the jittery girl freaked out. Startled, she jumped in her spot. She didn't realize it was Sojiro until it was too late. She tipped over, and slid a little, causing her to fall off the cliff.

"Eep!" she shrieked, flailing for purchase so she wouldn't fall off a cliff. Her mind reached for anything that could help her. If nothing would happen to stop any of these unfortunate events, She'd try to weakly pull her arms in front of her, flowing though handsigns. It would take a few tries, however. Falling, the pain flaring in her arm, panicking... She would finally manage to replace herself with a big rock up on the cliff. Usually in this area of the village such things wouldn't be. This wasn't the nice side of town, though so she was lucky.

If all this worked, she'd be laying flat on top of he cliff, clinging to the floor for dear life. Her hair frizzy from fright. She took deep, regulating breaths and turned to see who the hell just did this to her! It was a familiar form, though something was missing. "S-Sakura-chan?" She gasped.