Poor Sakura finds herself displaced in a different dimension and reverted back to age fifteen... and she's not the only one in that predicament. Now stuck in a world full of heroes and Quirks with a few past enemies, too many Uchihas, her sensei, an...
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"I CAN'T STAND THOSE LITTLE shits!" Sakura seethed as she stormed back and forth on the floor of the dining room where everyone was gathered for dinner. The men couldn't help but see the horrifying similarities between her and Tsunade—who had a knack for complaining about children.
"I can't believe their audacity!" She continued to rant, and Gaara inwardly fretted about the damage she was doing to the floors with all her stomping. "They just won't stop assuming things! They think I'm trying to get into the hero course or something because of how 'involved' I am! Hah! Involved?! As if! I get into one villain attack with the class of 1-A and suddenly my classmates think I'm trying to steal some nonexistent spotlight!"
"They sound like jerks," Obito said through mouth fulls of barbecue.
"They are!" She agreed vehemently, sending him an aggressively grateful look for siding with her. "They're such brats and—arghhh! Can you believe they're actually fifteen?! My daughter has never once misbehaved like that AND SHE'S LITERALLY SIX!"
Kakashi picked at one of his ringing ears and mentally sighed at all the dents she was making on the floor. Oh well, we can just cover it up with a rug later. He decided. "Maybe you should—"
"—Oh don't you talk, Kakashi!" She jabbed a finger at his direction and he couldn't help but shrink under her rage. "You're the reason why their animosity's grown worse!"
He blinked. "I am?"
"Yes!" She roared. "Because you told the 1-A kids that I'd be some threat in the Sports Festival! That's why they came to me during lunch! That's why that Bakagou or Bakugou or Kacchan or whatever his name is came up to me and publicly declared war!"
Gaara dropped his barbecue stick. "He declared war on you?" He spluttered.
"Not a real war, these kids were just being over dramatic," she explained dismissively and he relaxed. For a second, he thought that Bakugou kid was gonna be the next Obito 2.0.
"I was just trying to encourage them to work better..." Kakashi said, scratching the back of his head. "Plus, I'm not wrong. You are a threat to them, Sakura. I've seen these kids fight and it's not pretty."
"I wasn't gonna bother with the Sports Festival in the first place!" She cried out.
"You weren't?" He said, disappointment in his tone.
"No! I was just going to float on by, I didn't want to concern myself with it because it wasn't important to me! But now those brats have really pissed me off!" She raged.
He perked up a little. "So you're planning on winning?"
"I'm going to make those brats drown in their tears!" She growled, fists balled.
The men winced, save for Kakashi who secretly smiled under his mask. He just loved seeing her beat the shit out of people.
Sakura's wrath didn't disappear when the next morning came. On the outside, she looked perfectly fine but those who knew her well knew that she was still boiling on the inside. Her body may be small, but it was perfect for holding rage.
