"Why bother with time travel if you end up in the future instead of the past?"
Haruno Sakura's decision to meddle with time and destiny initially seemed sensible in the face of impending shinobi world devastation.
She had a plan: alter the past, el...
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Five days until Kohona High.
The first thing Sakura did in this world was train.
This world was so different from her own. It was a stark contrast between the strange reality that surrounded her now and the familiar terrain of the shinobi world she had left behind.
Buildings soared into the sky, their glass and steel structures reflecting the sunlight in a way that was both dazzling and foreign.
The hum of vehicles—something like a carriage but faster?—, the glow of neon signs—it was a symphony of sights and sounds that stood in stark opposition to the forests, mountains, and traditional architecture of her village.
The people bustled about, each person engrossed in their own world, connected through technology and a lifestyle that was utterly alien to Sakura.
Gone were the training grounds, the missions, the constant vigilance against threats lurking in the shadows, the war.
Instead, there was a rhythm to this world—a rhythm driven by work, leisure, and the pursuit of a reality so different from the one she had known.
In her world, strength was measured by chakra control, jutsu mastery, and the ability to protect loved ones against forces that sought to destroy.
Here, strength took on a different form—technological advancement, innovation, and a society that had evolved beyond the confines of the shinobi realm.
Sakura never thought that one day she'd find herself working out like a genin again, the condition of this body sending countless aches through her bones as she stretched.
The box, a phone right right, showed 4 in the morning, and the night air was frigid.
Yet, despite the discomfort, Sakura's resolve remained unshaken as she embarked on her run.
Her strides were different now, her legs leaner and smaller compared to the familiar muscular strength she was accustomed to.
But that didn't stop her.
Her feet trudged across the road, each step a testament to her determination.
The cold air bit at her skin, but her breath came in determined exhales as her mind raced alongside her movements. The rhythm of her heartbeat, the patter of her feet—it was a symphony of effort and willpower.
Will there be a day when I can return to my world? Sakura's thoughts echoed with a hint of longing as she ran through the quiet streets, her steps determined and her breaths steady.
