Kunoichi amongst Heroes (Boku no hero academia x Naruto crossover)

Chapter 58: Sakura's decision

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CHAPTER 58: Sakura's decision

In the thick of the fog, Sakura traversed a desolate expanse, each step burdened by an unseen force. The oppressive emptiness clung to her like a shroud, seeping into the very fabric of her being. Whispers, ghostly murmurs, echoed in her ears, disembodied and haunting.

Her attempts to break the silence were futile. No voice emerged, not even a choked sob. Desperation clawed at her throat as she clutched it, yearning for a sound that remained elusive. The world around her, a canvas of nothingness, extended infinitely.

In the disquieting void, her bare feet, like a compass searching for purpose, stumbled upon an unfamiliar terrain. A soft, cool touch beneath her confirmed the presence of grass. Hope flickered as she looked up, and a magnificent sight unfolded—mountains in the distance adorned with carved faces she had learned the names of in class, the silent testament of leaders past, including her revered mentor.

The gates of her home, towering over the entire village, steadfast and proud, welcomed her. With an opening grand and familiar, figures emerged from the distance. Ino, Shikamaru, Chouji, Hinata, Kiba, Akamaru, Shino, Lee, Tenten, Neji, Sai, Naruto, even Sasuke—a collective reunion at the threshold of their village.

At that moment, the weight of worries dissipated. Oblivious to the ominous heaviness enveloping her, Sakura pushed forward, one determined footfall after another. Her eyes, alight with joy, beheld the camaraderie of cherished faces. They stood, a united front, a tableau of belonging.

Yet, as she moved closer, an unseen force, insidious and heavy, clamped down on her, trying to anchor her in place. The distance between her and the welcoming assembly widened, the figures,

began to turn away.

"Don't go!" she wanted to scream, her voice lost in the void. "Wait for me!" Desperation etched her face as she propelled herself forward against the weight that sought to tether her. Yet, futile it was, as they retreated, growing smaller and more distant.

"STOP!"

The plea tore from her, a cry of desperation echoing through the emptiness. But the figures continued their departure, each step resonating with finality. The village gates, once a symbol of sanctuary, now framed an insurmountable divide.

In the sterile silence of the hospital room, Sakura jolted upright, her body snapping from the clutches of the vivid dream. A gasp escaped her lips as her hands fumbled to remove the mask that confined her. Panting heavily, beads of sweat clinging to her forehead, she cast frantic glances around the room, desperately seeking any lingering trace of her friends. Yet, it was a futile endeavor — they were gone.

The illusion still lingered, a phantom echo of joy playing tricks on her mind. Reality crashed down on her like a tidal wave, leaving her stranded in the emptiness of the hospital room.

Sakura sank back onto the hospital bed. Her arms instinctively shielded her face as if to block out the harsh truth. Breathing heavily, she wrestled with the turbulent emotions stirred by the dream — a cruel reminder of what once was and what could never be again.

Tears welled in her eyes, the remnants of a grief so profound it defied words. She allowed herself a moment of vulnerability, a respite from the facade of strength she wore in the waking world. In the quiet of the hospital room, the echoes of her dream mingled with the soft sound of her own breathing, a lament for the lost bonds that haunted her even in the realm of slumber.