"Scroll of Heaven… Scroll of Heaven… Got it! Achoo!"
The blond boy hoisted a scroll marked with the character for "heaven," then sneezed in the biting wind.
Kicking aside chunks of ice, Naruto bolted out of the frozen zone.
"This jutsu can even mess with the weather. Were you just toying with me during all our sparring sessions?"
Sasuke exhaled a plume of frost, catching a falling snowflake.
Thanks to Sakura's earlier power surge, this patch of the Death Forest was now snowing.
"Well, not exactly. I've just gotten a lot stronger lately."
Sakura twirled a strand of pink hair, sounding a little unsure.
Ever since mastering Armament Haki and fusing chakra with her fruit powers…
Her cold-mode weather control had grown terrifying—edging toward absolute zero.
Give it a bit more time, and White Snow Armor might evolve into White Haze Armor.
"Monster woman. If I can just catch up to you, I'll beat that guy, right?"
Sasuke didn't look defeated; Sakura's display only fired him up more.
"Hah! Count on it!"
Sakura slapped his back—hard enough to stagger him.
She snatched the Heaven scroll from Naruto and stuffed it into Sasuke's arms.
"Alright! No surprises now—just hustle to the center tower and we're done!"
Naruto pumped a fist, but his natural jinx kicked in.
Rainbow light flashed across their eyes. Naruto and Sasuke both whipped toward Sakura.
"Scatter!"
Observation Haki pinged the killing intent. They leaped, dodging the whistling strike.
A chakra-charged gale roared like a pillar, swelling and gouging a deep scar into the earth.
Dust and smoke blinded everyone.
Behind Sakura, a hand spiraled out of a void vortex, yanking her away from the boys.
"Sakura!"
The airborne duo cried out in unison.
But they were pinned—a woman in a straw hat with snake-slit pupils blocked their path.
Murderous intent flooded the air. Phantom visions of their own deaths flickered.
Yet, hardened by Sakura's Conqueror's clashes, they snapped back fast—drawing tools and facing the creepy chick.
Meanwhile, the rippling vortex dragged Sakura into a bizarre dimension.
Pitch-black sky. Ground studded with uneven cubic pillars. Bottomless chasms between.
"Space-time ninjutsu. It's you."
A nostalgic glint in Sakura's emerald eyes.
After fourteen years hopping worlds, she'd nearly forgotten the guy who screwed her over the night of the Uchiha coup.
Uchiha Obito!
"You're working with Orochimaru?"
Sakura spun an ice axe into existence with practiced ease.
"No need for hostility. Let's talk, Haruno Sakura."
Spiral mask, black cloak—Obito casually perched on a taller pillar, one knee hugged to his chest.
"Call me Uchiha Madara. You grew up in Konoha—you've heard the name."
Obito dropped his voice. Triple-tomoe Sharingan studied her with interest.
"Haruno Sakura. Commoner. Born Year 51 in Konoha."
"Showed genius at the Academy seven years ago. Graduated in two. Joined ANBU. Helped suppress the Uchiha."
"Sole user of Flying Thunder God. Apprenticed under two of the Sannin—Jiraiya and Tsunade."
He rattled off her file like he'd memorized Danzō's archives himself.
"So, masked rat—what life advice do you have for me?"
Sakura's face stayed flat. Axe tip locked on him.
"Straight to the point, then. Join us, Haruno Sakura."
Obito spread his arms like a job recruiter.
"With your ANBU background, you've seen the rot in this fallen world!"
Confidence overflowing, he launched into his pitch—voice rising, passionate.
"The ninja world is drowning in slaughter and chaos. Great nations war; small ones cling to scraps. This world is wrong!"
Having lost his love, he saw through it all.
The wars between villages didn't kill what he cherished.
The world—built on spirals of hate—killed Lynn.
So he'd take revenge. On a world that devoured the ordinary like bait!
"Sakura, you dove into the vortex to save the Uchiha. You know the weight of life. Ninja lives shouldn't be wasted on pointless killing. Join us. Build eternal peace!"
Sakura yawned.
Eternal peace? Get real.
Humans are born with conflict coded in their DNA. Permanent peace? Impossible.
Entropy always increases. Every system slides from order to chaos. "Peace" is either a fleeting illusion or prep for a bigger war.
The ancient coalition that stole divine energy and fled to sea created the fruit she ate. She knew exactly what they wanted.
Yet the will inside that hopeful fruit chose her—a chaos-loving battle junkie. Wasn't that proof everything trends toward disorder and heat death?
"Also… you got one thing wrong."
Conqueror's Haki roared from her core, rebellious will flooding every corner of the space.
Pirates are self-denying hedonists—rule-breaking, unbound villains.
Make them build eternal peace?
Oh, Captain Roger, what kind of hell joke is this?
"From the start, I've fully embraced the world's chaos—and I'm thrilled to adventure in it!"
Sakura tilted her chin. A wicked, malice-tainted smile bloomed on her refined face.
Obito's breath hitched. Something indescribable—dread given shape—stared back through the girl.
Then the bloodthirsty teen hefted her frost axe and strode toward him.
In that instant, regret hit Obito like a truck.
Why the hell didn't I bring Pain with me?!
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