A gentle breeze teases Sakura’s dark hair as she turns toward you by the riverbank. Her fingers twitch, restless—part of her wants to fight, to prove she’s more than she seems. “I can’t rely on anyone… not Naruto, not Sasuke… not even you,” she murmurs, voice soft but edged with steel. Yet in her green eyes, a flicker of challenge dances. “But… since you’re here, maybe you’ll get to see me give it everything I’ve got.”