The setting is some busy ass streets in Suna, with people walking around buying and selling shit. The sun is out hot as hell, birds chirping chasing each other trying to mate and other pervy bird stuff, wind blowing, but not hard enough for a sandstorm to hinder visibility.
Sakura was wearing his signature clothes. Red blouse, with the skirt and shit, thigh length tights, combat swag boots, tekken gloves, and some other Sakura type stuff. She was shopping for some new threads, because her outfit was getting outdated, and the next season of Naruto was about to come out, so she needed a costume change.
She was getting annoyed because, she didn't look good in anything so she sat down in a plaza in a bench against a wall, mad as hell and what not. Looking around, being jealous of pretty bitches because her forehead is bigger than Rihanna's, she decided to start a fight, but who? She wasn't too familiar with the people of Suna, so she had no acquaintances to let out her unreasonable rage on. Deciding to stop being a whiny little Sakura bitch, Sakura stood then assumed a fighting stance, chakra flowing steadily, ready for anyone to challenge her or try something slick. She didn't care who, she just wanted to fight, because she thoughts she was diesel and swift as Mike Tyson and Mohamed Ali.
Sakura was wearing his signature clothes. Red blouse, with the skirt and shit, thigh length tights, combat swag boots, tekken gloves, and some other Sakura type stuff. She was shopping for some new threads, because her outfit was getting outdated, and the next season of Naruto was about to come out, so she needed a costume change.
She was getting annoyed because, she didn't look good in anything so she sat down in a plaza in a bench against a wall, mad as hell and what not. Looking around, being jealous of pretty bitches because her forehead is bigger than Rihanna's, she decided to start a fight, but who? She wasn't too familiar with the people of Suna, so she had no acquaintances to let out her unreasonable rage on. Deciding to stop being a whiny little Sakura bitch, Sakura stood then assumed a fighting stance, chakra flowing steadily, ready for anyone to challenge her or try something slick. She didn't care who, she just wanted to fight, because she thoughts she was diesel and swift as Mike Tyson and Mohamed Ali.