The Raven's Blossom (Rewrite)

01|Chapter 1

Sighing loudly, the pinkette rested her chin into the palm of her elbow propped up on her desk. Her nose had been stuffed in a medical book all day, it went in depth about different procedures that needed to be done to remove poisons and other deathly injections. It was her duty as the head of her team to know every bit of information she needed to get the job done and relay her knowledge onto others. She knew accepting this position that Hokage Tsunade exclusively chose her to do would be a lot of work. Little did she know it would consume most of her time.

Ever since starting this new spot as the lead in Konoha's Medical Hospital, she barely gets to practice. Nevertheless by herself, but with Team 7. She was quite jealous that Naruto and Sai were constantly training together, with friends, or with Kakashi Sensei. Plus, she felt like this time off she wasn't making any progress. As a matter of fact, Sakura felt like she was losing her spark, that fire in her eyes that gave her the will to become stronger. Constantly being cooped up in a sixteen by sixteen room, she was losing the motivation to go out and train in her free time. Which, at the moment, she rarely had any free time. She found herself being extremely drained and tried by the end of the day.

She was at the Hospital by nine o'clock sharp, worked throughout the day and sometimes during lunch, and did not get off till five o'clock. That was on a good day. There have been days where she did not finish filing paperwork for patients she helped with that day and was delivering papers to Tsunade and other medical shinobi.

She missed having more time to herself. The thrill of springing up into the air, loading her fist with chakra, and demolishing the floor with a simple punch. Truly enjoying the adrenaline it gave her throwing her teammates and friends off guard by her power.

However, even with everything she has accomplished over the years, heavily training under Hokage Tsunade, mastering medical jutsu, being able to think on the fly and apply her knowledge when needed, along with honing her evasion and taijutsu skills. Most of Konoha 11 still treated her like she was not an equal. Especially her teammates. As much as she appreciated her teammates constantly looking out for her, to an extent it was a little overwhelming. They almost treated her like she was a child and could not handle herself.

Sakura hates to admit it, but that was the case back when she was younger. She did not put forth her all as a Genin and deeply regrets it. Her lack of courage and power was shown by her teammates having to constantly cover and protect her from enemies. To this day she curses herself for being that weak little girl, who did nothing but cry.

"What time is it?" Sakura mumbled and leaned back in her cushioned, leather seat. Her emerald eyes casted up towards the wall mounted clock and listened to the hand ticking around the numbers. It was a quarter to five o'clock. She had been in the office since nine in the morning, only taking a small thirty minute break to grab lunch and stretch her legs.

Her eyes swept her room and over to the large window. Grant it, she did appreciate the office she was given to work in. It was larger than a regular office, about the size of Hokage Tsunade's office, maybe a little smaller. Sakura also had large windows that gave her a view of the village where she could see the Hokage Monument, the buildings of numerous sizes, and the citizens walking along the dirt pathway chatting with one another.

How she wished she could trade places with one of them, especially on a day like today where the sun was shining brightly. Sakura would give anything for just an hour, to enjoy the rays of the sun beating down on her, giving her a sense of warmth. The cool breeze brushing against her face and being greeted by those who lived in the perfectly sized village.

"Sakura-san?"

A voice broke her trance and she jolted her head to the door opening. Standing there was a male, Jonin level shinobi awaiting for her response. She wondered how long he had been standing there?