Sakura tightened the knot of her black sash, fingers steady despite the faint tremor of anticipation in her chest. The early morning breeze carried the scent of dew-soaked leaves, brushing past the braid that hung over her shoulder like a rose-colored banner. Today was supposed to be routine—an escort mission to the outer borders—but something deep within her chakra network throbbed with uneasy warning.
The Byakugō seal on her forehead pulsed once. A quiet heartbeat.
Not danger.
Not exhaustion.
A shift.
Sakura inhaled slowly. For anyone else, it might have felt like simple nerves. But she understood her chakra better than her own breath. Ever since mastering the Hyakka Inshiki, the Hundred Blossom Seal Formula, her body carried an awareness sharper than any kunai. The symbols—fifteen at full capacity—rested beneath her skin like faint, invisible sigils, each one a tiny safeguard, each one a promise.
A promise that she would never let Naruto lose someone again.
Her hand tightened slightly at the thought of him. Naruto—her Naruto—wasn't the hero of legends here. He was simply the boy who always smiled at her, even when she buried herself in medical scrolls instead of missions. The one she relied on more than she ever understood until it was too late to deny it.
She shook her head, pushing down the warmth blooming in her chest. Focus. Sentiment had its place, but not on a mission.
"Tsunade-sama said the terrain might be unstable," Sakura reminded herself, stepping toward the forest path. "We'll handle it. Nothing unusual."
But as she moved, she felt the rip in chakra—like a thread snapping somewhere in the fabric of the world.
Her eyes flicked up just in time to see the horizon distort, bending like a reflection on water struck by a sudden stone. Birds scattered, screaming in alarm. Sakura reached for her kunai, chakra flaring, when a fissure of white-blue light tore itself open before her.
A portal. But not space–time ninjutsu she recognized.
She immediately dropped into a stance, Gate One pulsing instinctively within her—
—but the moment her chakra stirred, the world convulsed.
The light swallowed her before she could even curse.
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For one suspended heartbeat, Sakura felt as though she were floating in warm water. The symbols under her skin lit up—fifteen tiny lights like stars flickering to life. They weren't being consumed, which meant she wasn't dying.
But the chakra around her was wrong.
Too dense. Too wild. Too… familiar.
Memories surged—of training ground dust, of Naruto's laughter echoing across wooden bridges, of Tsunade's hand on her shoulder.
But these weren't her memories.
They were reflections. Echoes. Belonging to another Sakura.
Her breath caught.
"No way… a displacement technique?"
The light cracked like glass.
And the world dropped her.
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Sakura hit the ground hard, rolling instinctively to absorb impact. Dirt and cold stone scraped her palms as she skidded to a stop beside a large wooden gate—massive, looming, and unmistakably familiar.
Konoha's outer wall.
But all the subtle details were wrong.
A pair of shinobi stared at her, confusion etched across their faces.
"Sakura…? When did you change your outfit?" one asked.
Her heart seized.
This was Konoha—but not her Konoha.
Sakura slowly rose, red-and-black robes shifting around her legs. She pulled her braid forward, grounding herself, and let her face remain calm despite the crashing storm inside. The Byakugō seal felt heavier than usual, as if aware of the world's unfamiliar weight.
She scanned the guards discreetly: posture, uniforms, standard-issue flak jackets. No signs of alternate-world alterations. Which meant—
"I've crossed into another reality," she whispered under her breath.
One of the guards tilted his head. "Did you say something?"
Before she could answer, a familiar voice echoed from the trees behind her.
"Sakura-chan! We've been waiting forever—eh? Why do you look different?"
Sakura's breath hitched.
Naruto.
But not her Naruto. Younger. Rougher around the edges. Wearing his orange jacket. Bright, unburdened grin.
The beginning of Shippuden.
Her pulse raced.
This world's Sakura was gone.
She had taken her place.
And no one here knew a thing.
Sakura exhaled slowly, her expression steady even as her heart pounded.
"I'll have to blend in… until I figure out how to get home," she thought.
She met Naruto's wide-eyed stare.
"Sorry," Sakura said with a soft, practiced smile. "Something… unexpected happened."
Something she couldn't explain.
Not yet.
But the universe had just rewritten her entire reality.
And Sakura had no choice but to move forward.
Even if it meant starting over in a world that wasn't hers.