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27.77% What is real peace ? / Chapter 15: Being a woman !

Capítulo 15: Being a woman !

It was late afternoon when the long meeting between the leaders of Ta No Kuni, Madara Uchiha and Sakura Haruno ended. The two shinobi were walking through the corridors of the Daimyo's residence guided by a servant. Their weapons had been returned once the meeting was over and Madara decided to place a light Genjutsu on his face so as not to be recognized. He would be seen as he was but no one would be able to put a name to his face. As they walked out of the Daimyô's meeting room, people they passed would step aside and bow to them, for they could only be important people for having had the privilege of talking to the Lord himself.

After five minutes of walking through the corridors, the woman in front of them turned towards the two protagonists. Her head was slightly lowered as she looked down at the floor so as never to meet their eyes. It was an act of submission, to show that she was nothing less than a servant. Both her arms were raised to her sides indicating two rooms with open doors.

— "These are your chambers my lords," began the dark-haired woman. "Two people have been placed at your disposal by Daimyô-sama to prepare you for tonight's meal. Do you have any special requirements ?"

— "You may go," Madara said automatically, he was used to this kind of protocol. This simple gesture shocked Sakura inwardly, he had never acted like this with her, or rather... he didn't act like this anymore. He had been an obnoxious character the first few days, but she had put that down to pain. On hearing this answer the maid bowed low

— "Have a pleasant evening, my lords," the maid added, before continuing on her way.

— "I don't like the idea of having to leave you alone," Sakura said softly once the maid was out of sight.

— "Everything will be fine Sakura-san," Madara said and turned to face her. "I want you to know that you've been exceptional during this meeting."

At the words Sakura felt herself blush and looked away.

— "Thank you, but I still have the right to dislike the idea. Your physical condition doesn't allow you to be alone," Sakura insisted, worrying greatly about Madara. Sure he could stand again, fight, but he was still easy prey for well trained ninjas. After a few seconds Sakura felt a hand touch her chin to draw her gaze to Madara's. He had a slight smile on his face, but there was something else in his gaze and it disturbed Sakura so much that she didn't know how to react.

— "Thank you for your concern Sakura-san, but I'm not weak," Madara replied, gently stroking the young woman's chin with his thumb. God she had soft skin. "Enjoy Daimyô-dono's offer and relax, you deserve it more than anyone."

Even though he wasn't standing next to the Daimyô, Madara used the honorific suffix when referring to him since there were maids nearby. It was out of the question to create a diplomatic incident over such trifles, as gossip and rumours were rife in such places.

— "Well, don't dip your left arm in the water," Sakura finally relented, still confused. "If anything happens, just throw a chakra spike and I'll come running."

At these words Madara let go of the young woman's chin before entering the room dedicated to him, then closed the door behind him. Sakura found herself alone in the hallway, staring at the door.

All the while, two women had been watching the scene in silence. They were dressed in unusual robes. They might have been servants, but they were in the service of a Daimyô and his guests, so it was normal that they were well dressed.

Nevertheless, both women were completely shocked by what they had just seen. The mere knowledge that this woman had attended a meeting with the entire council was extraordinary. Then, she seemed to be a fighter since she had a katana on her back. Then, she had dared to stand up to a man and had even answered him ! For a moment the two women thought she was going to get killed or at least backhanded for daring to answer... but it was not so.

Either this woman was special, or the man in front of her was very flexible. They didn't know who he was, but his build, his charisma and his presence, everything about him embodied greatness.

In any case, they could not continue their theory as the young woman with pink hair entered the room and closed the door behind her.

— "Ohayô Sakura-sama !" Both women said at the same time, bowing low. They had been briefed that this woman was someone important and that she needed to be taken care of. Moreover, this person had a family name, so she was the daughter of an influential father, a nobleman at least. However, they were once again very surprised when she bowed low as well.

— "Ohayô ladies," Sakura said before unhooking her weapon from her back. She had no use for such a weapon, but she had to carry it in order to play her part. She placed it on the rack just to her left before turning to see the two maids waiting to be given orders.

— "How can we please you Sakura-sama ?" Asked the one who seemed to be the older of the two.

— "Ah... that's not necessary, I assure you," Sakura replied uncomfortably at the situation. She wasn't used to being taken care of and didn't like seeing women in this situation.

— "Yes, she did ! A woman should be shown off, especially when a man is interested in her," the brunette added with a smile on her lips. Because of her slightly older age, she knew the signs.

— "Yes, except that no man has set his sights on me," Sakura retorted firmly. "And I don't belong to any man."

— "Yet we saw," the younger of the two maids tried to say, her blonde hair reminding her of Ino Yamanaka, her former best friend.

— "It's not what you think," Sakura interrupted once more. "I'm a free and independent woman."

Glancing around the room, Sakura saw that there was a beautiful kimono ready to be worn and a silver basin in the corner from which a slight steam was emanating. She began to undo her mittens around her hands as they talked. This gesture did not go unnoticed by the two maids who immediately came over to help her.

— "Let us help you Sakura-sama," the brunette said.

— "No... I assure you I don't need your help," Sakura insisted as she set her things down near her weapon.

— "Please Sakura-sama," the blonde implored with a pleading look. "If Daimyô-sama is ever unhappy with us he..."

— "Hana shut up !" The brunette abruptly interjected before the aforementioned Hana could say something she regretted.

— "Forgive me Sakura-sama !" Hana said before prostrating herself on the ground. She seemed to only want to do her job in order to satisfy her lord.

— "We have been ordered to satisfy you as well as prepare you Sakura-sama," added the brunette who now understood why she had been given the task of preparing this lady. She was one of a kind and many would consider her actions a dishonor.

— "Well...," Sakura finally relented with a sigh. It was pure compassion that caused Sakura to agree to have the two women take care of her. "Straighten up Hana-san."

The young blonde sat up carefully, the beginnings of tears were in her eyes, but a smile was on her features. She looked much prettier with a smile on her lips.

— "Arigato Sakura-sama," Hana said before approaching to undress her.

— "I do have one requirement though ladies," Sakura announced as she felt expert hands remove the top of her clothes.

— "Anything you like."

— "Stop with the -sama and talk to me without barriers," Sakura demanded, she wanted to be around other women, not machines that would laugh at her every sentence and nod at her every remark. "Talk to me as if I were... a comrade, a friend."

Sakura received a smile in return from the blonde and a nod from the brunette as she stood bare-chested in front of these two women. She was embarrassed to show her body to two complete strangers.

— "What's that ?" Hana asked as she saw a lot of symbols drawn on various parts of her body, especially on her forearms.

— "They're called Fûinjutsu seals," Sakura answered as the blonde ran her delicate fingers over the symbols on her wrist.

— "Does it hurt ?" Hana asked, she had no idea what Fûinjutsu was. She had been taught to read as women were taught, but all these symbols made no sense to her.

— "No," Sakura replied as the second maid removed her trousers. "What is your name ?"

— "Amaya," the brunette answered automatically as she scrutinized Sakura's body. Sakura was quickly embarrassed and a hand went to cover her chest, but Amaya stopped her. "Don't be ashamed of your body Madam."

— "It's always been a complex for me," Sakura said as she could see that the two maids were much larger than her.

— "It's true that men like busty women," Amaya said as she took Sakura's hand and led her to the bathtub. "Don't forget what you've been taught, Madam, if a woman can make her husband come in all the right ways, he won't see her flaws."

This angered Sakura to no end. Not because of her, but because of what women were forced to do : they were taught values that made them sex slaves, nothing more, nothing less.

— "I never received those teachings... and I think they are a disgrace to us women," Sakura said forcefully to the dismay of the other two.

— "Madam should not say such things... Madam would get beaten, worse, killed if a man heard her say such things," Amaya retorted, her face showing fear. Fear that a man had heard Sakura's words through the door.

— "Always presentable you shall be ! Always helpful you shall be ! A good wife to your husband you shall be ! Remember that, my daughter, for they will make you a woman who lives !" Hana said as if she were reciting poetry. "If you find a husband one day, make him happy and get children !"

— "But that's not fair !" Sakura protested as she stepped into the bath prepared by the two maids. The water was warm and quickly relaxed Sakura.

A maid sat on either side of her before taking sponges and beginning her bath. They were delicate, soft, tender and looked as if they had been doing this all their lives.

— "But we're only women, Madam," Amaya retorted as she rubbed Sakura's legs. "Our purpose in life is to care for our men, to assist them, to relieve them and to perpetuate their descendants."

— "So to stand out from the crowd and find a suitable husband, we have to be talented. We practice dance, learn music, perfect the art of sewing and above all, we learn to be beautiful and desirable," Hana added with a small smile.

— "I don't agree, you are not just meant to obey men. We are living beings, we have our emotions, we are capable of feeling as well as men, we are capable of rising as much as they do, we are capable of fighting as they do !"

— "What for ?" Asked the blonde who was massaging Sakura's shoulders, who couldn't help but relax at such competence.

— "Are you girls happy in your current life ?" Sakura finally asked, unable to understand how they couldn't see that the men were exploiting them.

— "Yes," both women said at the same time. "There is nothing in the world that could make a woman happier than this kind of life."

Hearing that last sentence, Sakura understood that most women of that time had a kind of Stockholm syndrome. They had been taught all their lives that this life was the best life a woman could dream of having... even if it was a lie. If you told yourself every morning that you were ugly when it wasn't true, you would end up thinking you were ugly yourself. Sakura felt like crying when she saw what men did to the female gender.

— "Hush, a woman shouldn't cry at the thought of being happy," Hana whispered in Sakura's ear.

— "I'm so sorry for you," Sakura whispered and let a tear roll down her cheek. The understanding of the female situation in the Sengoku era plus the stress of the afternoon made Sakura cry softly.

— "Don't cry Sakura-sama," Hana said before wiping the tears from her cheeks. She then smiled brightly. "You're so much more beautiful when you smile."

— "I...," Sakura tried to say, but Hana put her index finger to her lips and politely told her to be quiet.

— "Close your eyes and let us do this," Hana whispered and Sakura couldn't find the strength to say no, so she closed her eyes.

She reluctantly enjoyed the moment, their expert hands roaming over her body. Sakura wondered if Madara was getting the same treatment. She felt herself blush at such thoughts and a twinge of jealousy seized her at the thought of another woman touching him.

After about twenty minutes of being washed and massaged Sakura finally got out of the water and was dressed in some sort of dressing gown from that time. Amaya grabbed her hand and directed it to a piece of furniture stuck against the wall. There was a mirror and a lot of hair and make-up tools, this piece of furniture was what was called in the old days : a dressing table. Less used in Sakura's time, it was mostly present in brothels.

This time, Amaya brushed her hair while the blonde applied a cream to her body.

— "Why are you doing all this ?" Sakura asked.

— "The sword-wielding Madame has soft skin, but not enough," Amaya replied as she gently ran the brush through Sakura's hair. "If Madam wishes to seduce her lord, she must be flawless."

— "I have no suitor," Sakura repeated.

— "Does Madam allow me to speak without restraint ?" Amaya asked as she put down the hairbrush and started a bun of sorts.

— "Hai," Sakura replied as she looked at the brunette woman through the mirror in front of her.

— "Why does Madame act dishonourably, behaving like a man, with a weapon in her back ?" When she has a good friend who seems to have eyes only for her ?" Amaya asked, only to receive an answer about thirty seconds later.

— "Because there is no dishonour in wanting to protect the people you love. Unlike you who see it as a dishonour, I am capable of defending my family against an enemy. I will not cower in the face of adversity and I will be strong for the man I love so I can support and protect him," Sakura said passionately ignoring the second part the brunette stated. Sakura was very different from the women of that time, but that was only because she came from a time when attitudes had changed. Where she had been able to stand out by sheer force of will. Thanks to Tsunade and all those around her who believed in her.

Amaya stopped styling Sakura's hair and stood beside her before looking into her eyes.

— "Except that this is useless to you. I don't know who the man is that you were talking to earlier... but I know that I would kill for that kind of attention from a man," Amaya explained, who at the age of thirty had experience with men. "He respects you... I've never seen a man be so delicate and kind to a woman and I can't imagine you acting so inappropriately towards him."

Sakura couldn't help the blush that appeared on her cheeks at such a revelation.

— "Ayama-chan is right Sakura-sama," Hana confirmed as she was filing Sakura's nails. "His Lordship who was with you earlier is a very handsome man. By his build, charisma and presence he must be someone very important."

— "Hai... he is... very important," Sakura said and looked away from Amaya. "He's important to me."

Yes, he was someone important to her and she didn't want to lose him. But to love him ? Those were two completely different things. Sakura had spent her life chasing a boy, so she didn't know when a man was interested in the opposite sex.

While she was deep in thought, Sakura saw the brunette walk to the door. She opened it and looked left, then right before clapping her hands twice.

— "Ayama-sama ?" Said a female voice.

— "Bring me some cherry blossoms from the garden... quickly, quickly !" Amaya urged, then Sakura heard hurried footsteps going away down the hallway. The door was closed and the brunette returned to Sakura's side.

— "Believe me Madam, after you've been taken care of, he'll be completely under your spell," said the brunette who, while waiting for the cherry blossoms for her hair, started the make-up.

— "But it's not like that between us," Sakura refuted as the thirty-year-old dusted her forehead and cheekbones with a little powder. Suddenly, Hana and Amaya both stopped what they were doing and looked at each other. After a few seconds of silence they both began to laugh. "Why are you laughing ?"

— "Your innocence Sakura-sama," Hana said as she massaged the young woman's hands once more. She laughed more and more and a pleasant atmosphere settled in the room where two women were teasing a third who wouldn't admit how she felt about the man in the other room.

After about ten minutes someone knocked gently on the door and the brunette hurriedly got up to open it.

— "Amaya-sama, here," a small voice said.

— "Arigato !" The brunette replied before closing the door once more. She returned to the dressing table, a basket full of cherry blossoms in her hands. She put the basket down before going over to the kimono lying next to it.

It was a beautiful piece of cloth made of silk. It was a very pale pink, close to white, to remind her of the pure side of the woman. The paleness of the pink matched perfectly with Sakura's hair which only accentuated her femininity and the softness of her features. A wide pinkish-red belt at the waist was placed to remind the passionate side of the woman. The necklines of the kimono were pure white with very fine embroidery to add a complex side to the wearer.

Hana took Sakura's hand and forced her to get up from her chair and follow her to the kimono. She removed her dressing gown so that she was in her underwear only. And with the help of the two women, Sakura found herself dressed in a sumptuous kimono that she had to admit made her look beautiful.

As she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she could hardly recognize herself. Her whole outfit, her make-up, her hands, her eyes, the colour of her hair, all worked together perfectly to make her a princess.

Once the outfit was on, Amaya accompanied the young woman once more to the chair to do her hair with the help of Hana. Looking at the two women beside her Sakura couldn't help but see that they both looked very happy doing what they were doing. Sakura resented their situation, but it was only because she had lived a completely different life.

Sakura had come from a time when women had almost the same rights as men. She wondered as she saw this happiness, who was she to judge these women and more importantly how could she consider these values wrong when both women claimed to be happy ? After all, poor children could be happy by playing ball, while others could not have fun if they did not have the latest game console. Was it not the same in this situation ? Who was she to take that happiness away from women who were content with their situation ? So, out of tolerance, Sakura accepted for the moment that these women were happy in what she, Sakura... considered unhappiness. She would take as long as it took, but she would open the eyes of all these women and show them what the pleasure of freedom was.

— "You look beautiful Sakura-sama," Hana said looking at her in the mirror. Sakura was so deep in thought that she didn't realize they had finished preparing her. She put her hand to her mouth not recognizing herself at all. With the cherry blossoms in her hair used as a support to make a bun, her face was clear. Everything showed her off, and she thought she was so beautiful that a tear was forming in the corner of her eye.

— "Don't cry, Madame ! You're not allowed to cry from now on," Amaya said.

— "Arigato Hana-san, Amaya-san," Sakura thanked, still speechless at what the two women had done to her.

— "If you want to thank us Madam...," Amaya began as she looked at her in the mirror. "Leave behind, at least for this evening, your status as a warrior. Let the beautiful woman you are deep inside express herself. Shine as you really are Madame, for a beauty like you must be revealed to all. Yes, do that and you will bring honour to us and satisfy our Daimyô at the same time."

Sakura didn't answer and grabbed the small fan the brunette held out to her. Sakura stood up and headed for the door just as the sound of a bell was heard throughout the estate, announcing that it was almost time for dinner.

— "One last thing, the Lord I'm with really doesn't appreciate having to cut his own meat," Sakura said turning to the two maids. She knew that Madara could only use one of his arms and he would refuse to look weak in front of everyone. "Could you please inform the cooks ?"

— "It will be done Sakura-sama," the blonde said with a very big smile.

The door was opened and Sakura could see that Madara was already in the hallway waiting for her. He was dressed in a black kimono with blood red necklines that matched his black hair perfectly. His black hair was tied in a high ponytail with a blood red ribbon. A large lock of his hair fell down the right side of his face, hiding his blind eye in the process. He exuded so much power that it was disturbing and Sakura couldn't help but find him truly beautiful.

— "My dear...," Madara greeted and found Sakura most beautiful tonight. "I don't think there are enough words to describe your beauty right now."

Sakura blushed softly at this most direct compliment from Madara. Usually he was always an extremely discreet and subtle person in his compliments about her beauty. But this time, he had given her a praise that no man had ever given her before

— "Arigato," Sakura thanked with a thin smile on her lips. "I don't think I've ever met a man with as much presence as you."

As was the tradition, Madara held out his arm to Sakura so that she could place her arm on it as well and accompany him to the guest room. They walked for about ten minutes. Each person who passed them would step aside before bowing to their presence. It didn't matter who the two people were, they had a royal attitude.

So it was with their heads held high that Madara and Sakura arrived in a vast room where a long, wide rectangular table was placed in its centre. This table could easily accommodate thirty people.

Many people were already in the room, chatting quietly while waiting for the meal to begin. The kimonos of the people went through all the colours and the presence of all these women proved that it was a friendly meal and not a professional one. If it had been, then Sakura would have been the only woman there.

However, even though it was a festive meal of joy and fun, the placement of the guests was something very important. And if it was done incorrectly, it could create diplomatic incidents. Many turned their heads when they saw them, whether it was the men who were captivated by Sakura's splendour, or the women who were envious of such a specimen.

— "You leave no one indifferent my dear," Madara whispered as he walked towards the Daimyo.

— "I'll return the comment my lord," Sakura replied, making sure not to say her name in front of so many people.

— "Ah, Lord-dono, it pleases me to see you with us tonight," the Daimyô began with a broad smile before turning his gaze to Sakura. "I must admit that the woman who accompanies you is so beautiful that I am almost jealous."

— "Almost Daimyô-dono," Madara retorted gently, looking at his wife beside him. "You're not without your rest when you see the delightful creature at your side."

— "Ah, but I am failing in all my commitments. Lord-dono, Sakura-dono, allow me to introduce you to my wife, Yumi Shota," the Daimyô introduced, holding the hand of a woman who, at forty years old, was still very beautiful. Her hair was as red as blood, and Madara wondered if she was affiliated with the Uzumaki clan. The two of them gently bowed their heads at Yumi's introduction and she bowed hers in respect.

After a few minutes of talking, introducing himself and complimenting most of the council members, the Daimyô finally clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention.

— "Let's eat !" Hashuba ordered and everyone sat down. The Daimyô was at the end of the table with Madara, Sakura, his wife Yumi and his main son, Daiki, on his right. And to his left were Suzuki, Rômaji, Taisho, Riku and their respective wives. The rest of the table was occupied by various nobles or important people of Ta No Kuni.

The dishes were brought by numerous servants who remained in the shadows watching the guests every move. A hand raised, and a waiter appeared to fill a cup.

As soon as the first dishes were served Sakura noticed that Madara was gently placing her left arm on the table. Luckily the chopsticks for eating were one of a kind and didn't need to be cut up. Unless that was only invented in her time.

— "Tell me, how long do you expect to stay with us ?" Hashuba asked in Madara's direction before taking a bite of his appetizer.

— "We'll probably leave early tomorrow afternoon while we fill your treasury," Madara replied, enjoying his plate full of red tuna sashimi. After all, he had been eating nothing but soup, rice and cooked fish for almost three months. Sure, it was still fish, but this one was red, fatty and mixed with a little soy, it melted in his mouth to make a flavor explosion in his taste buds.

— "How long before I see you again ?"

— "No idea, I'll probably contact you like I did the first time," Madara replied, glancing over at Sakura who was having a conversation with the Daimyô's wife.

— "And if we ever need to contact you ?" Rômaji asked this time from across the street.

— "You'd better not contact us, Rômaji-sama, I have no doubt that you are all capable of carrying out our project," Madara reassured him as he finished his plate.

— "Good," Hashuba concluded before turning to Suzuki to discuss something else.

Madara took his cup and raised it to his shoulder. Barely a second later, a servant was there filling it. When the servant was the right weight, Madara straightened two of his fingers to make the servant stop.

— "Daimyô-dono," Madara began before taking a sip of his drink. The taste was relatively sweet for a rice alcohol. The strength of it was very low, probably to get the guests through the meal.

— "Yes Lord-dono ?" Hashuba asked as his plate was cleared away.

— "For our company I think it would be wise to rename your capital," Madara announced before taking a second sip. It wasn't too bad, though he preferred the spirits made in the land of fire.

— "Why is that ? Rômaji asked this time, dusting his mouth with a napkin.

— "I must admit that I am puzzled by your advice, Lord-dono."

— "You are going to be a neutral country, and for that we will make the world understand," Madara said in a low voice after looking around slightly. His words were overlaid by the din of the meal. "Renaming your town would support this even more."

— "Do you have a particular name ?" Suzuki asked before being interrupted by the arrival of the next dishes. A myriad of hot dishes were served all along the table for the diners to help themselves. Fish, shellfish, rice, vegetables and even kobe were laid out on the table. Madara noticed that all the dishes near him were either already pre-cut or the portions were small. He turned his gaze to Sakura and saw that she had a small, knowing smile on her face.

— "Arigato," Madara said in Sakura's direction as the waiters set down the rest of the dishes.

— "I don't know what you're talking about my lord," Sakura replied with a mischievous smile, then returned to her conversation with the Daimyô's wife.

After the servants had set up everything, Madara spoke again.

— "Yes, I've already thought about it : Heiwa," Madara said before taking a plate of kobe set before him.

— "Heiwa, literally meaning : peace," Hashuba repeated, grabbing a few already opened shellfish. "Let's see..."

— "Of course, it's not for now, but I think it would be a good thing for the future," Madara insisted, grabbing a tender piece of meat.

The evening continued quietly in good spirits. Madara and the Daimyô exchanged a few words from time to time, but it was nothing of great importance. As dessert approached Sakura gently placed her hand on Madara's, who had been silent for nearly two minutes.

— "Are you alright ?" Sakura asked in a soft voice.

— "Hai," Madara replied gently, turning his gaze to the assembly.

— "You seem slightly distracted," Sakura insisted worriedly.

Maybe it was the fact that she was relaxed, or maybe it was because Sakura had asked her to, but Madara leaned into her ear.

— "I'm not very fond of this kind of event, I prefer our meals when we were together than when we were at your place," the dark-haired man whispered, not without taking a breath from Sakura's scent. It made the young woman blush a little to know that Madara enjoyed their one-on-one meal so much.

— "Tell you what, it's almost over," Sakura whispered as the desserts finished being placed on the table. Then one of the guests stood up from the table with a glass in his hand. It was Daiki, the son of the Daimyô, who seemed to want to make an announcement.

— "My dear fellow members, ladies, my lords, mother, Daimyô-dono," greeted Daiki before bowing his head as he turned to his father. He received a small nod from her, a sign that he accepted the announcement he had to make. "It is a pleasure to see you all here together thanks to our honourable Daimyô...""

A round of applause filled the room as all the guests approved of the young lord's words.

— ""But I would like to pay special tribute to a person who, without her, would not have made this evening such a success," said Daiki with a huge smile, his cheeks slightly pink, a sign that he had been drinking during the meal. "I would like to honor a creature like I've never seen in my life who made me understand what it means to love."

Hearing these words, Sakura had a very bad feeling as she watched the young man make a spectacle of himself. Then her fears were confirmed when she saw Daiki turn to her and raise a toast to her.

— "Sakura-dono ? You are a sight for sore eyes and I would like to toast our meeting," Daiki continued before raising his glass, followed by many at the table. The Daimyô, Madara and the council were the last to raise their glasses as they all feared he would cause a diplomatic incident.

— "I thank you Daiki-sama," Sakura replied using the proper politeness and a forced smile. She really didn't like this situation.

— "May I ask that you allow me a walk in the gardens after dinner ?" Daiki tried to say, unintentionally chilling the atmosphere in the room, especially on Madara Uchiha's side. He felt jealousy creep over him : he was about to get up when he felt Sakura's hand holding him back in his seat.

The young woman turned her gaze to Madara and gave him a tender smile, meaning that she was handling the situation. Of course this did not go unnoticed by the council and the Daimyo who thought he should have a little chat with his son.

Sakura moved her chair back and stood up, showing everyone her beautiful outfit. She flashed a bright smile before addressing Daiki in a melodious voice. At that moment Sakura couldn't help but think that she hated politics.

— "Daiki-sama, your words fill my heart with warmth to know that I was able to make you understand the meaning of the word love," Sakura began as the guests looked on in admiration. "However, I'm sorry, but I'm already promised to a suitor."

These words surprised the entire assembly, especially Madara who didn't know she had a suitor. After all, she had always said that all suitors had shunned her and now she was saying the opposite... was she lying to her ?

— "Who is he ? I will go and challenge him to win the shore of your heart," Daiki said immediately, feeling himself grow wings from the audience and especially from the alcohol in his system.

— "Far be it from me to disappoint you Daiki-sama, but my suitor is a shinobi and I unfortunately know that this is not your field of choice," Sakura said delicately as her sentence was a sort of insult about the fact that he didn't even know how to fight. "But, if you feel capable of taking on someone of the calibre of the shinobi gods... please, feel free to arrange whatever you think is right."

This last sentence disturbed Daiki, but also Madara who was confused for other reasons. Was she referring to him as a shinobi god ? Did she see him as a potential suitor ? Or was he just an excuse to get out of the situation brilliantly ?

— "I think you've put yourself forward enough for tonight, son," Hashuba said, looking at her son, who wasn't doing so well.

— "Ah... you're right, Daimyo-dono," Daiki bowed before sitting back down followed by Sakura. Then the Daimyô clapped his hands again so that the meal could resume and the atmosphere around the table could relax.

— "Dessert !" Said Hashuba.

— "I apologize, Sakura-sama," Yumi, Daiki's mother, whispered. I don't know what possessed my son to make such a statement.

— "Don't worry Yumi-sama, it's not serious," Sakura replied with a smile before eating some grapes. "I have no doubt that your son will one day find the woman who will fulfill him."

— "Like any self-respecting mother," the red-haired woman added. "I must say that the suitor you are destined for is very lucky."

— "I don't know," Sakura laughed, imagining the man who would have the courage to conquer her heart. He'd better hold on tight to support her. The mother laughed with her, gently warming up the mood of the evening.

Then, after a while, the Daimyô finally announced the end of the meal, freeing all the guests for the evening.

— "Daimyô-dono," Sakura and Madara said at the same time.

— "Good night to you both," the Daimyô replied before leaving with his wife.

The two shinobi walked quietly towards their flat. The corridors were silent as the night was already well underway and the majority of the residents of the Daimyô's home were already asleep. After a few minutes they finally arrived at their two rooms.

— "Have a good night Sakura-san," Madara said as he opened the door to his room.

— "Who said you'd be sleeping alone in this room Madara-san ?" Sakura whispered before entering. "Don't forget you haven't had your day's care."

Madara followed the young woman into his room. From the outside it looked like a couple about to spend the evening together. The young woman approached the dark-haired man to help him remove his kimono. After a few moments, he found himself shirtless.

— "Lie down," Sakura said pointing to the bed which was quite large. This was a lord's room, so it was only natural that the furniture was substantial.

Once Madara was settled on the bed, Sakura joined him to begin their medical ritual under his watchful eye.

— "Stop staring at me like that," Sakura whispered, feeling Madara's intense gaze on her for the past few minutes.

— "Why ?" Madara whispered back as she found Sakura most beautiful tonight. It wasn't the same beauty as usual. She was always beautiful, but tonight she was overflowing with grace, with femininity that was mesmerizing to Madara.

— "Because I'm embarrassed by it," Sakura said with a blush as she applied her Iryô Ninjutsu to the dark-haired man's arms.

— "You shouldn't be ashamed of being a beautiful woman Sakura-san," Madara persisted as he loved to see the young woman blush in the candlelight. "I didn't know you had a suitor."

— "I lied and you know it," Sakura retorted as she finished her treatments. When she was done she stood up and walked to the screen in the room. She took off her kimono before making a pouf of smoke appear in more comfortable clothes to spend the night.

So it was in a pair of black silk pajamas that Sakura lay down beside Madara, exhausted.

— "This day has drained me..."

— "Is it true what you told the Daimyô ?" Madara asked as the room was pitch black from the moment Sakura blew out the candle.

— "What was that ?" Sakura asked not knowing what he was talking about.

— "About women being more competent than a man in this medical art ?" Madara rephrased very curiously.

— "Hai, you yourself could do what I do, but not at my level. Why not ? Because you have huge reserves of chakra inside you, and to do Iryo Ninjutsu you must have extraordinary chakra control... control that is much easier to acquire by starting with little chakra. Also, this type of manipulation requires calmness and many men are prone to anger," Sakura explained.

— "I understand better..."

Madara heard the young woman next to him yawn, a sign that she was really tired. Madara didn't know what was wrong with her, but he put his arm under the back of her neck to pull her closer to him. Without understanding what was happening to her Sakura found herself against Madara's chest in confusion.

— "Good night... Sakura-san...," Madara whispered before slowly falling asleep.

Sakura didn't know what to do.

She was in Madara's arms, her heart was racing as this was the first time she had been in this situation. But she couldn't deny the fact that she felt good in his arms... safe. So she didn't struggle, she just made herself more comfortable and let Morpheus take her away.

— "Good night."


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Capítulo 16: A gentle awakening !

Day 116

A feeling of warmth, of well-being, of security : that was what Sakura was feeling right now. She was asleep, and for some reason that was completely unclear to her, she hadn't slept this well since the time she was with her parents in Konoha. In fact, it was a small repetitive noise that gently woke her from her sweet slumber. She blinked softly, the day was just beginning to dawn and several questions assailed her. Where was she ? What had happened to her ? Why did she feel so good ?

Then the pleasant sensation of warmth was answered in her head when she felt a torso she was leaning on rise with a breath. A tiny blush settled on her cheeks at the realisation of where she was. She who had been chasing a one-sided love all her life, waking up in the arms of a man disturbed her. So it was half awake that Sakura heard a small, steady noise again.

She didn't move, her brain hadn't yet analyzed the source of the noise. Normally, as a shinobi, Sakura would have reacted quickly to this abnormal noise. But she was fine in this position, she didn't want to move. This embrace made her feel good. It reminded her of the feeling of hugging her parents, plus the feeling of when she'd had the opportunity to hug Sasuke. Security ? Love ? Acceptance ? Oneness ? She had no idea, but for the first time since she had arrived in the Sengoku era, she felt peace in her soul.

Then the noise started again, and she looked around and realized that it was the common sound of someone knocking on the door. Turning her gaze around the room she recognised the room provided for them at the Daimyô's. Ah yes, the Daimyô ! The thoughts returned to Sakura, the trip to the capital of Ta No Kuni, the meeting with the Daimyô, the conversation with the maids, the meal, Madara's gesture just before falling asleep. Thinking back on this action, she wondered what it meant to Madara. Had he done this under the influence of alcohol ? No, he had hardly had anything to drink that evening, he had even refused to drink sake at the end of the meal. So Madara was in complete control of his emotions as he took Sakura in his arms.

She was brought out of her thoughts when she heard the gentle tap on the bedroom door once again. She decided to stand up, but found herself restrained by a strong grip.

— "Let them go Sakura-san...," Madara whispered in a still sleepy voice, his eyes still closed.

— "Maybe it's important," Sakura retorted softly.

— "More important than resting ?" Madara asked.

— "Maybe it's the Daimyô," Sakura replied before finally getting up despite Madara's complaints about keeping Sakura pressed up against him. He had loved spending the night with this woman pressed up against him. In the past he had had many conquests that he only used for the pleasures of the flesh. And this was the first time Madara had slept with a woman, knowing that he hadn't even slept with her the night before.

So it was a Sakura still dressed in her black silk pajamas who quietly made her way to the door. As she concentrated she felt two people with a very minimal chakra reserve. Either they were civilians or they were ninjas who were properly hiding their chakra. For safety Sakura conjured up a kunai in her right hand before yanking the door open.

It was Hana and Amaya who gasped as the door opened to see Sakura wearing a cold stare. That look only lasted a second before it turned soft and pleasant, but it was enough for the two maids to see another side of Sakura : a killer !

— "Gomen," Sakura said before she made her kunai disappear. "Ohayô Hana-san, Amaya-san."

— "Ohayô Sakura-sama !" The two maids bowed with a small smile on their lips. After all Sakura was in the lord's room having designs on her.

— "What can I do for you ?" Asked Sakura who was now awake.

— "We were sent to prepare you for your day," Amaya replied quietly as she didn't want to wake the Lord of the room who was probably still sleeping.

— "For what ?" Sakura asked.

— "Let's just say that yesterday's makeup ran a bit overnight," Hana smiled shyly as she hinted at a potential night of sex with Madara.

— "Hana-san !" Sakura snapped in a low voice as she took the hint. She glanced behind her and saw Madara still lying there. "I'll be back in a moment."

— "Take your time," Madara said as he slowly woke up in turn.

So it was an embarrassed Sakura who closed the door behind her before being pulled by Hana and Amaya into the room opposite. A room that was supposed to be her bedroom at first.

— "So !?" The blonde exclaimed a little too loudly for Sakura's taste, she was already embarrassed enough as it was.

— "So what ?" Sakura asked as Amaya pulled her towards the dressing table.

— "Her lord made his declaration after Daiki-sama declared himself at dinner ?" Hana asked before receiving a glare from Amaya.

— "Hana ! You can't ask that !"

— "Ah, don't worry Amaya-san, I don't mind," Sakura quickly reassured her not wanting Hana to be punished for being nosy. "And no, my Lord hasn't declared himself to me in any way and as I said yesterday, it's not like that between us."

— "Yet you spent the night with him," Hana retorted as she took a glove and dipped it in a container of water.

— "Hai," Sakura confirmed as the blonde gently ran the wrung out glove over her face. She was gently removing the previous day's makeup that had run a little bit from being stuck to Madara's chest. "But it's mostly because it's easier for me to protect him by being close to him."

— "My Lord doesn't seem like someone who needs protecting," Amaya retorted as she brushed Sakura's hair.

— "I'm not just a warrior Amaya-san, I'm also a doctor," Sakura added, looking at the brunette in the mirror.

— "A doctor ? That's something very rare," Amaya said, she had never seen a doctor before, but had heard of them. People who could heal wounds with ointments and other medicines.

— "Hai, my Lord has had an injury and I must take care of him..."

— "In any case, Madame was very beautiful yesterday and made an impact," said Amaya, recalling the events of the previous day.

— "I owe it to you girls... again, thank you," Sakura thanked as Hana finished removing her makeup.

— "Sakura-sama, I have a delicate question for you."

— "I'm listening Hana-san, don't be ashamed," Sakura encouraged, but she realized she wished she had never asked that question.

— "How do you feel about the man you spent the night with ?"

— "I... I...," Sakura tried but failed. She didn't know how she felt about the man in the other room. She wanted to say that she hated him because he was a bloodthirsty killer and a psychopath. But that would be a lie because he was not the man she had come to know. Every day the hatred she felt for him grew less and less until she saw less of this horrible man who started the Fourth Great Shinobi War. She had gradually learned to see him as a human being with values, dreams and a great destiny. He just needed guidance. "I... I don't know, Hana-san."

— "Do you love him ?" Hana continued.

Did she love him ? She didn't know, she had thought she had loved someone all her life, but from her teachings she didn't even know if it had been a real love. Although it was, it was a child's love, a teenager's love...

— "What is love Hana-san ?" Sakura asked in return.

— "Love ? It's when you feel your stomach being filled with butterflies when you see your loved one, it's when you have a smug smile appear on your mouth whenever you think of them. It's when you can't stop thinking about him and his well-being," Hana explained before being interrupted.

— "I think she gets it, Hana-chan," Amaya interjected, seeing that if she wasn't stopped, she was going to continue like this for a long time.

— "But uh !" Hana pouted, which made Sakura laugh heartily. It felt so good to be among women and laugh like that.

— "I once felt that way Hana-san... but for my Lord... I don't know," Sakura admitted, finally able to open her heart about her feelings to someone who wouldn't necessarily judge her.

— "Why didn't it work ?" The blonde asked and automatically Sakura put her hand to her heart. The spot where Sasuke had stabbed her with his Rinnegan.

— "He... let's just say he played with my feelings," Sakura said, lowering her eyes. "I think that's why I can't love anymore... and I don't know where I stand."

— "Gomen Sakura-sama," Hana said as she grabbed Sakura's hands. "I'm sure one day you'll find a man who will turn your heart upside down and make you happy."

— "We'll see," Sakura said with a small smile.

The young woman sat up straight before removing her pajamas. Her belongings from the night before were laid out near the weapons rack. She walked over to the bed to put her pajamas down. Under the questioning eyes of the two maids, Sakura conjured up a new outfit in a puff of smoke.

— "Magic !" Amaya exclaimed in awe.

— "Fûinjutsu Amaya-san," Sakura corrected as she took the time to get dressed. "The tattoos I have on my forearms allow me to carry a lot of stuff around."

—" What exactly is Fûinjutsu Sakura-sama ?" Hana asked genuinely curious and interested in what she had just seen.

— "It's a shinobi art," said Sakura who knew that this art was very secret in the Sengoku era. Only ninjas knew about the shinobi arts.

— "Can anyone do it ?" The blonde asked as Sakura walked over to the base to pick up her katana and strap it to her back.

— "Yes and no Hana-san, it's more complicated than that," Sakura said before sealing all of her things in one of those seals. Once everything was put away she turned to the two maids. "Again, thank you for all the girls."

— "Sakura-sama... do you mind if I give you a hug ?" Hana asked shyly.

With a wide smile Sakura granted her request and hugged her.

— "I'm going to miss you both," Sakura confessed as she held the blonde in her arms. "I know we haven't talked much, but I've really enjoyed our time together."

— "That's what friends are for," Hana said smiling.

— "Friends ?" Sakura said foolishly, who, apart from Hitomi, had no friends at all.

— "Hai !" The blonde confirmed as she stepped aside to make room for Amaya.

— "It was a pleasure to serve you ma'am," the more reserved brunette bowed.

— "The pleasure is mine Amaya-san," Sakura smiled as she headed for the door. "Take care of yourself."

So it was with a light heart that Sakura left the room. She felt like she may have gained two new friends in the capital of Ta No Kuni. She opened the second door and saw Madara getting dressed in his fighter outfit. He seemed to be having some difficulty putting on the top of the kimono because of his half-assed left arm.

— "Let me help you," Sakura said quickly as she approached.

— "Ohayô Sakura-san," Madara said as the pink haired young woman slipped her arm inside his brown kimono. "Did you sleep well ?"

— "Ohayô," Sakura replied, blushing at the memory of their night's sleep. "Hai, I slept well, though I prefer the comfort of my bed."

After all, as the saying goes, you sleep well in the king's house, but you never sleep as well as you do at home.

After helping Madara put on his kimono and his two swords at his belt, they headed for the council chamber. On the way Sakura wondered what Madara was thinking. He didn't seem to be affected by last night at all, he was acting as if nothing had happened... or maybe he was a better person than she was at dealing with his emotions.

— "My lords," said one of the two guards in front of the large solid wood door. "Your weapons please."

As was protocol, they handed over their weapons to meet the Daimyô. The Daimyô was having breakfast with Suzuki and Rômaji. The three of them were up very early after a rather drunken evening.

— "Daimyô-dono, Romaji-sama, Suzuki-san," Madara recited, bowing his head gently.

— "Ah, Uchiha-dono," Hashuba greeted the three of them in turn. "Did you two have a pleasant night ?"

— "Restful," Madara replied before settling down at the table with Sakura.

— "Great," Hashuba replied before eating a piece of fruit. Plates were already laid out on the table allowing Madara and Sakura to help themselves to fresh fruit for breakfast.

— "Daimyô-dono, is the person who teaches Fûinjutsu in your class competent ?" Sakura asked before eating a grape. They were very fresh and ripe to perfection, a sweet taste invaded Sakura's taste buds.

— "He knows the basics," replied Rômaji who was sipping tea while reading a scroll. Upon hearing this answer, Sakura waved her hand to activate one of the seals, causing two scrolls to appear in a puff of smoke.

— "This scroll Rômaji-sama is fireproof and will resist water. I advise you to put a lot of reserves inside it. However, keep an eye on it so that it doesn't get stolen. Then this one is an example that he can copy to allow you to make parcel post."

— "Parcel post ?" Rômaji asked, looking up from his reading, suddenly intrigued.

— "Hai, if you ever need to send a container, he can seal it in this little parchment that a carrier pigeon can carry. In the event that Daimyô-dono has to pay for his neutrality, this will ensure the safety of the transport," Sakura explained as the two council members and Daimyô looked on in awe.

— "I thank you," said Rômaji as Sakura pushed the two scrolls towards the old man. "Chests were brought in this morning for you to fill Sakura-dono."

— "Arigato," Sakura said before standing up and walking over to the chests that lay against the wall. There were a dozen of them, quite large, that could only be carried by the strength of four men once filled. So it was under the gaze of four guards and the four people at the table that Sakura poured a stream of money into the first chest.

She set her seal to flow quickly, wasting as little time as possible. The unmistakable sound of silver clashing filled the room, it was a beautiful and dangerous sight. For money could drive one mad, especially in large quantities. Men have gone mad to get more wealth and even killed people to take their property.

After about thirty minutes, Sakura finished the task of filling the coffers making the nation of Ta No Kuni extremely rich. This had barely affected Sakura's reserves, for in almost a century, the elemental nations had expanded their wealth. Sakura turned to the Daimyô and held out her hand to him.

— "Your ring please Daimyô-dono, Sakura asked.

The Daimyô looked at Sakura for a moment before turning his gaze to Madara who nodded slightly in trust. So he removed his ring before giving it to the woman who turned back with one of his most prized possessions. He felt naked without it, for this ring was proof of his standing in the world.

Sakura conjured up a new scroll and unrolled it on the floor. It was a rather intricate Fûinjutsu seal that had a large circle in the centre. She placed the ring in the centre before making another series of seals.

— "Fûinjutsu : Shïringukï," Sakura intoned causing all the symbols on the scroll to disappear into the ring. She then turned to the chests and drew a Kanji on each one.

Once she had drawn all ten Kanji, Sakura picked up the ring and put it on one of her fingers. She held out her fist, the seal of the ring pointing at the seal of one of the chests while her other hand was positioned in the ram's hand.

— "Fûin !" Sakura sealed as she activated the Fûinjutsu on the first chest. When she did so, a chakra connection was made between the ring and the chest. By doing this, no one could open the chests without having the Daimyô's ring on their finger. Sakura repeated the action for the other nine chests, and then walked towards the Daimyô. Returning the ring to its rightful owner, Sakura leaned over to Hashuba and whispered a few words.

— "The chests can only be opened in the presence of your Daimyô-dono ring."

This sentence shocked Hashuba, who had not expected it at all. This woman was becoming more and more surprising and he understood why Madara cared so much about her.

— "Good."

— "Daimyô-dono, I have proven myself to be a competent person, will you allow me to give you one more gift that may save your life one day ?" Sakura asked.

— "What is it ?" Hashuba asked, unable to deny that the young woman was more than competent in her field.

— "I would like to apply a Fûinjutsu seal to your skin."

— "What for ?" Hashuba asked and Sakura moved closer to his ear again so that only he could hear.

— "It may save you from death..."

— "Go ahead," the Daimyô agreed as the young woman conjured up some ink and a brush.

— "Roll up your sleeve opposite your Daimyô-dono ring."

Once he had rolled up his sleeve, Sakura grabbed her brush and began to trace symbols and curves on the skin of his forearm in a series of intricate movements worse than calligraphy on parchment.

Totally focused on her work, for she must not make any mistakes, Sakura did not notice that everyone present was following what she was doing with intense attention. Madara himself was also watching silently and very intrigued as they hadn't discussed the subject at all before. However, the dark-haired man knew that if she had decided to do this she had a good reason : he had to admit that he liked this kind of initiative from her.

After thirty minutes, Sakura picked up her brush, stepped back for a moment to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, and a slight satisfied smile stretched across her face. She looked Hashuba in the eye and announced :

— "This may hurt a little, my Lord, but it is so that it will not fade with time."

The Daimyô nodded positively, encouraging Sakura to continue her work.

— "Fûin !" Sakura sealed as she activated her Iryô Ninjutsu. The intricate patterns on the skin of her forearm began to move as they absorbed Sakura's healing chakra, effectively causing a small tickle, before gradually becoming an increasingly sharp pain. The Daimyô kept his jaws clenched to control the unpleasant sensation he felt as the ink penetrated his skin like a tattoo.

The technique Sakura applied was different from what she did for Madara. The ones she applied to the Uchiha were temporary because they were not to conflict with the Tenketsu she was restoring at the same time.

For five more minutes she remained silent and concentrated before judging that her work was sufficient.

— "Is it done ?" Asked the Daimyô after this moment of silence.

— "Hai, the day you're in a situation where you should die, the seal I drew will work," Sakura whispered before getting up to return to Madara's side and finish her breakfast.

— "One last piece of advice Daimyô-dono," Madara began as he finished eating a pear. "Think big, don't make the mistake of underestimating what you're doing. When you're planning something, always think bigger than what you've planned !"

— "I will, Uchiha-dono," Hashuba agreed before breakfast continued in religious silence.

A few hours later, Madara and Sakura were outside the capital. They had walked down the main road so that if anyone was following them they would be able to spot them. When they saw that they weren't, they went the shinobi way: with chakra.

— "Very little chakra Madara-san, you just put in the necessary impulse. I'd rather we take more time than see you damage your legs," Sakura ordered Madara.

— "Hai," the dark-haired man replied before he concentrated chakra into his legs, then directed it to his feet and particularly to the arches of his feet. In a second the two ninjas were no longer visible on the road. Because of their skills they had just moved very quickly in a good way and it would be like that for the rest of the day. Five days of travel compacted into one day in shinobi fashion. Low level, but ninja method nonetheless.

— "Madara-san, now that we're out of the capital," Sakura began, watching Madara's expression for pain. "What do you think of the Daimyô and the council members ?"

— "The Daimyô will honor his commitments, he's a man who has lost a lot to get where he is, and he really wants peace," Madara explained as he jumped from tree to tree. "Rômaji is the one who is most suspicious of me."

— "Why is that ? Sakura asked in surprise.

— "He's old, so he's experienced, and he's seen a lot of coups, rebellions and betrayals. So I can't blame him for being suspicious of me," the dark-haired man argued. "Even though I made a blood seal, he's wary."

— "He would have made an excellent shinobi."

— "Because of his paranoia ? I agree with you one hundred percent Sakura-san, I don't think he'll go behind our backs, he has too much to lose," Madara reflected as he ran through a valley due to the lack of trees. He was putting chakra into his legs this time so as not to damage them from the fast movement.

— "What makes you so confident that he won't betray us ?"

— "He is old, very few people reach his age. I agree, old wolves can still bite, but an old wolf like him is usually loyal to his pack. So he will be loyal to his Daimyô."

— "So if we keep our promises, he'll keep his," Sakura concluded after Madara's argument.

— "That's right, he's a key player for the Daimyô. From what I understand, he seems to have a lot of connections in Ta No Kuni and around the world, even though I'd never heard of him before."

— "Some people are good at not talking about themselves," Sakura said, referring to her and her mother, though technically that was a semi-lie because they didn't exist at that time before her time travel.

— "As for Taisho Nakamura, your threat was perfect to ensure his complete loyalty. Saying that you'll always pay more couldn't have worked better for a man who lives only for money."

Sakura felt a surge of pride that she had had a good idea, but Madara had also complimented her. And this man very rarely gave compliments, especially to a woman.

— "What about Riku Koyabashi ?" Sakura asked as he approached a cliff. Sakura quickened her pace slightly so that she could pick Madara up in her arms, just before she jumped off. It was nearly twenty meters high. She landed after a few seconds of falling below, making a crater on the landing which she easily cushioned with her chakra. She immediately put Madara down and they resumed their journey.

— "Riku already proved his loyalty to the Daimyô when he chose Hashuba during the Muromachi Wars," Madara explained, jumping back onto the branches of a tree and propelling herself. "Then Tsubasa... that's special."

— "Why is that ?"

— "He's just a farmer who's made his mark in business."

— "Do you think he could be a problem ?" Sakura anticipated, knowing that traitors could be found anywhere and especially where they were least expected.

— "I don't know, he's a simple man, but you never really know people," Madara said and he thought of Sakura as he said this. He had spent months with her from morning to night, but she was still a mystery to him. She had a lot of secrets and her past was really hazy.

— "To be watched."

— "As for Daiki... he's a jerk !" Madara said matter-of-factly, she hadn't appreciated the statement he had made towards Sakura. "If he almost risks a diplomatic incident like yesterday, I can't imagine what he might inadvertently do in the future."

— "He is young."

— "Youth has nothing to do with it. You're practically the same age and you've got more gumption than he does, you've even got more balls than that weirdo," Madara said forcefully, not realizing the compliment he'd just paid. "I hope he doesn't think with his trousers on in the future."

Sakura couldn't think of anything to complain about, and she didn't want to either. The hours passed in silence and dusk approached as they finally arrived home.

They both went into the house and Sakura busied herself preparing dinner while Madara lit candles in the main room. He'd gotten his bearings since living in this house.

As Sakura set up her equipment to prepare dinner, Madara came and sat at the center table in the kitchen. He had been in the habit for some time, he enjoyed spending time with the woman so much that he even came to watch her cook.

— "When do you think we'll be able to start real training ?" Madara asked as Sakura put rice in boiling water.

— "Shinobi training ?" Sakura asked to make sure what the dark-haired man was asking.

— "Hai."

— "Did you have any pain on the trip ?" Sakura asked as she peeled off a unsealed fish. God she loved the Fûinjutsu.

— "No, I think you saved me from the only part where I could have hurt myself," Madara replied, remembering the cliff where Sakura had hugged him. Damn, he could hate that feeling of weakness.

— "Probably within a fortnight, I expect to have you doing chakra exercises," Sakura replied and this drew a very slight smile from Madara.

— "Who taught you the Fûinjutsu ?" Madara asked as he saw this woman using it daily. Whether it was for medicine, transportation, even cooking she used it.

— "My mother taught me medical Fûinjutsu, but as for the rest I was alone and self-taught," Sakura admitted with pride. Thanks to her intelligence, she was able to understand Fûinjutsu in a way that few people could boast. Only the Uzumaki or Minato Namikaze would be above her, but only because they were virtuosos. But in time, Sakura knew she would become someone renowned in the art.

— "Are you sure your mother wasn't affiliated with the Uzumaki's for you to have this affinity with Fûinjutsu ?"

Because after all, it is known that Fûinjutsu was like an extension of their body for the Uzumaki.

— "I'm sure it was."

Who was that woman at the end?!


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