[Log - My that's a strong punch she has.]
Who: Haruno Sakura, Okuzaki Akira
Where/When: Konohagakure, Training Ground Four.
Status: Closed
Style: Action
[ Sakura stands just outside the ground, leaning against the fence that surrounds it. She tugs lightly on her gloves, the well-worn black leather creaking around her knuckles.
It feels familiar, standing here. It is like countless other days, whirlwinds of halcyon days, where she stood in the exact same way with the boys who mattered so much to her. Sometimes those days seem like they were just yesterday - others, like eons had passed since Team Seven was together.
She waits patiently for Akira. Years of waiting for the most consistently tardy Jounin in Konoha had taught her patience, if nothing else. ]
Where/When: Konohagakure, Training Ground Four.
Status: Closed
Style: Action
[ Sakura stands just outside the ground, leaning against the fence that surrounds it. She tugs lightly on her gloves, the well-worn black leather creaking around her knuckles.
It feels familiar, standing here. It is like countless other days, whirlwinds of halcyon days, where she stood in the exact same way with the boys who mattered so much to her. Sometimes those days seem like they were just yesterday - others, like eons had passed since Team Seven was together.
She waits patiently for Akira. Years of waiting for the most consistently tardy Jounin in Konoha had taught her patience, if nothing else. ]