Sakura could understand. Her genetics were nothing in the long run. A color perk for hair, but nothing else. Even if they had the literature for shinobi, they didn't have the teachers. She personally knew what kind of training was necessary to create an effective fighter of her sort.

"Understood," she said, if she frowned. It was her tacit way of saying she wouldn't interfere, without agreeing with the practice. She was here to fight and make sure everyone made it off this world, not pass judgment on how people handled sudden clone selves.

If it did make her consider dragging her clones off to the sidelines. "How much of a delay after death?"