"Then how did you learn? How did you end up being able to morph in the first place?" Without being chosen, without being prepared to fight? Certainly, training didn't mean you were prepared in the end. Sakura knew that much from personal experience. Knowing in theory what to do, practicing against peers over what to do, it meant nothing when faced with an actual situation requiring action.
She'd learned the hard way that she had only been prepared to die, back on their mission to the Country of the Waves. Ready to die defending their charge, but not able to fight for him. Not able to fight for months, even if she had the training.
And she'd almost always had an obvious enemy to face. Not hidden, not masked behind people she could know. There were only so many spies, and so many Orochimarus, in the world.
None of them had ever worn the face of someone close, let alone as close as family. Good friends.
Even thinking about it made her shudder, rubbing one arm like she'd caught a chill in this ridiculously consistent, humid, moist environment. Weirder things could happen.
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She'd learned the hard way that she had only been prepared to die, back on their mission to the Country of the Waves. Ready to die defending their charge, but not able to fight for him. Not able to fight for months, even if she had the training.
And she'd almost always had an obvious enemy to face. Not hidden, not masked behind people she could know. There were only so many spies, and so many Orochimarus, in the world.
None of them had ever worn the face of someone close, let alone as close as family. Good friends.
Even thinking about it made her shudder, rubbing one arm like she'd caught a chill in this ridiculously consistent, humid, moist environment. Weirder things could happen.