Sakura was alone in the forest, punching a tree surrounded by a thick rope, which was stained with blood from the countless blows dealt by the girl. Each blow she delivered was more frustrated than the last. The reason? Part envy, part helplessness. No one took her seriously. Her only notable ability was her chakra control, which was superior to everyone else's, but she had nothing more than that. Furthermore, she felt envious that the other girls of her generation were more developed than her, which is why she felt emotionally inferior, something the other girls kept reminding her of.

Sakura's screams grew louder and louder with each blow

Sakura: DAMN IT, DAMN IT, WHY ME, WHY?!!!!!