( Sakura is no stranger to these parts but it's not because she's the practicing type. At least... not in the usual sense. It's not uncommon for people to hurt themselves while training or work themselves a little too hard for one reason or another.
She's tending some anonymous shinki who'd gotten herself knocked back by a particularly aggressive training dummy. It's easier to carry her healing staff than it is to carry an entire first aid kit. When she's finished, she sends the shinki off with some advice to be more careful and she gets ready to go about her usual observations.
But there's someone who isn't training and... Sakura goes quiet when she sees an all too familiar fluff of fur. It brings memories of warm afternoons and pleasant naps and... why is he here? She looks away (hopefully before he notices!) and begins to fret. Was he a god like her? Or... but how? How could he die? He couldn't have died? That doesn't make any sense to her. Lost in her thoughts, she barely realizes the shinki she's just healed has gone to get their revenge against her training partner. She barely recognizes what whack, whack, crack of a training dummy being broken apart. A dummy's head rolls right at her feet and well, with her gaze down at the ground and not paying attention...
Sakura let's out a loud shriek and jumps back, )
Eek!
( Now she's falling backward and all flustered and-- this is so embarrassing. )
physical training
She's tending some anonymous shinki who'd gotten herself knocked back by a particularly aggressive training dummy. It's easier to carry her healing staff than it is to carry an entire first aid kit. When she's finished, she sends the shinki off with some advice to be more careful and she gets ready to go about her usual observations.
But there's someone who isn't training and... Sakura goes quiet when she sees an all too familiar fluff of fur. It brings memories of warm afternoons and pleasant naps and... why is he here? She looks away (hopefully before he notices!) and begins to fret. Was he a god like her? Or... but how? How could he die? He couldn't have died? That doesn't make any sense to her. Lost in her thoughts, she barely realizes the shinki she's just healed has gone to get their revenge against her training partner. She barely recognizes what whack, whack, crack of a training dummy being broken apart. A dummy's head rolls right at her feet and well, with her gaze down at the ground and not paying attention...
Sakura let's out a loud shriek and jumps back, )
Eek!
( Now she's falling backward and all flustered and-- this is so embarrassing. )