[DOIWA]
The hospital was full of anarchy.
It wasn't just in the way that Sakura had decided to teach her mother's minions a lesson while intentionally avoiding Minato like she wanted nothing to do with the man, no.
It wasn't in the way she stared at her mother, her eyes filled with a rage that could tear Doiwa into pieces, yet somehow, she still managed to remind the woman of the pain of being the one who had lost, no.
But it certainly was in the way that every neck Sakura snapped, every bone Sakura broke, was done while her eyes had stayed focused on the newest bond in the room:
A bond that could never be manipulated.
A bond that was way too fresh to ever be let out.
A bond that had defied the odds of a kingdom so muddled as Doiwa.
And a bond that pushed all the limits and came out triumphant.
This was something that no one had intended for, in so many ways.
