[SAKURA]
Reality was a son of a bitch, always.
It was something that Sakura had long known, but the fact that the one staring at her right now was a mesh of all the terrible decisions that she had her mother dearest had made was a little insane.
The day had begun perfectly, and it should have ended perfectly.
Then again, in a world they shared with Izanami Watanabe, perfection was the worst kind of illusion.
Because everything was never truly what it seemed like, and the words from Minato's mouth were the reminder that, at the end of the day, Doiwa was an unreal palace manned by the most murderous of villains of all time.
The truth was a burden that Sakura had always had to bear.
However, this particular truth had punched her right in the gut a thousand and one times, leaving her without the slightest clue of what she could do to make sure her friends were safe from the bastard she called mother on the most unfortunate of days.
Izanami was not to be trusted.
