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Sakura Haruno, is from a small town (they were too small to be considered a village) that her parents moved to before she was born. Her mother, Mebuki, originated from Kiri, the village hidden in the mist. A woman with teeth too sharp, and with a thirst for blood like no other to be considered normal. (Sakura also has sharp teeth like her momma)
While her Father came from the 6th great shinobi Village, Uzushiogakura . A man with muted pinkish red hair and a talent for barging. (That’s where she gets her light pink hair from) He was from a once noble clan. Sakura would’ve been from a small but strong clan if whirlpool hadn’t fallen (strange how her mother was from one of the very villages that destroyed her fathers own? Was she also apart of the fall, Momma and papa didn’t like it when she asked this…or they use to not like it)
They only moved to this small town (too small to be considered a shinobi village even if they did have shinobi) because of their strange religion here. Every night and morning her mother says a prayer. “Dear lord Jashin-sama, please allow thee to worship and spread the pain you have greatly bestowed upon me ” day and night, every day without fail.
(Her momma died, on that religion’s path, she just… wasn’t worthy enough for Jashin-Sama they say)
Later that month her papa committed suicidal. Sakura found his body, hanging from the ceiling of their living room with a chair pushed over under his dangling feet.
She didn’t find herself sad, like she was when momma died. She felt…annoyed and angry, how dare papa leave her to clean up his mess? How dare he not buy groceries! Did he not think about how she would feel?!
Sakura's too young to buy groceries by herself (she tried but the store owner refused, again and again) until Sakura just started stealing them, it was a lot cheaper that way. So she could afford to pay the bills and get herself a new book every week!
She gets them straight from the temple that’s in the middle of the village! (They only
give her the baby stuff though)
One morning Sakura woke up to a strong smell. It was just like the smell her father was surrounded by when he killed himself. It was blood.
When she moved to check her open window. The smell only got worse.
Body’s, body’s lined up on the road. Some were cut in half, others were cut in pieces. Some were even decapitated. Men, women, children were even killed! Whoever did this must have been strong.
There was Mrs and Mr Ueuken, they always turned away when they saw her stealing from somewhere. And the family that lived next door to her. And the girl that called her hair weird, when she was playing at the sandbox!
If…if everyone was killed, why wasn’t she? Was she not worthy enough? ( like her momma wasn’t…)
Sakura stood at the window, with a determined look on her face. She was going to find whoever killed her whole village in one day and ask—no make them tell her why she wasn’t worthy! Sakura deserved to know, so she could make herself worthy..
Because if she isn’t worthy then what is she? What’s the point of her living!
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