Update at last! Short though, so sorry.

Reviews;

Quantum Tesseract: I know how she can but she has no idea how she's going to make it work. Right now for Sakura it's all trial and error. Physics, as we have seen, can be mildly altered in that world, so that should help a little bit.

moon so bright: Ino is one of my favorite people so I had to make them close again.

Marie: Yes indeed, team bonding.

It didn't take Sakura any time at all to master tree climbing. The same could not be said for the boys. While they struggled to walk up the bark she spent her time with their client, trailing after him through the town.

There was an incident between her and pick pocket that ended with a broken wrist and the most heartfelt apology she'd heard in years, more money than she thought it was worth spent on limp carrots and brown lettuce, and a confrontation between Inari and Naruto where she found herself agreeing with her teammate. The kid needed to grow up.

Unfortunately she couldn't really go and tell him that herself, seeing as according to the people here she had never lived through any major tragedy, only a sudden personality change via head trauma.

She could tell him about caves or carnivorous water, couldn't explain about forgetting so you could fight, couldn't make him understand that he would never have anything worthwhile if he didn't learn to love again and stop being a lemon sucking stick.

So she left it to her team and focused on the people of the town. They looked like she had, years and years ago, surviving by the means they had and forgetting what it meant to live. Their eyes were dull, no laughter floated in the air. They were beyond even the point of crying.

She remembered being there. She remembered it so well that, being surrounded by it, she almost fell back to that state. She could shut down more than fear. Maybe that was why it had been so easy for her to adjust, to find a purpose and move towards that. She had shut off her grief and panic. She focused on the possible love and camaraderie that was to be had.

Maybe it wasn't the healthiest reaction but it had served her well through the years. Eventually, when things had calmed down and she had actual time she would take time to think about and process everything, but for right then she was content to only let herself feel the good emotions.

Or the bad ones that pushed her to get better in this body.

It was a strange start, she figured, that this body had no conditionings. That the stress that had once rested in her spine, the unhealed scar tissue that had restricted her movements, the aches of the joints that had kept her awake in stormy nights, didn't exist. The ink that had marked her arms and shoulder would never again appear before her eyes. Her hands were delicate, soft, no scars crisscrossed the knuckles, no callouses roughed her fingertips.

It was surreal, really. More than the hair or the eyes, it was the small things that reminded her that she didn't belong.

Not that she ever felt unwelcome. No, Naruto and Sasuke, even Kakashi, never made her feel like that. Not all of them went out of their way to bring her into hanging out, but no one actively ditched her or turned their backs on her. Naruto especially was kind.

It was bad, she was getting very attached to him. Using him as an anchor. She knew it, she just couldn't find it in her to stop. He looked so happy being around her, it was heart breaking. When they got back to the village she made the promise to herself that she would make sure that he was okay. Always.

While contemplating her existence and waiting for the boys to finish their trainings Sakura worked on her own, and discovered something.

Chakra was energy.

Not that she didn't know that before, but the full truth hadn't weighed on her. The reason she couldn't make something slid was because energy was not solid. It could change forms, certainly, into an elemental affinity, a channel. It could not go from being energy to being steel, or from being heat to being stone.

The strings were lines of energy that connected two things, fading off into the world around.

Her problem, Sakura found, was that she had been trying to make that energy stay still. When she allowed it to stay flowing she discovered that it was much easier to mold into things other than simple strings. She hadn't gotten much far than small spheres or rings, but it was an improvement from where she had been before. Which was no where.

She had accepted that this body was not as strong as her old one, but it could get there, with time and work.

Work, she had cut out for her.

She could do it, but not alone.

The girls musings were cut off when the trees she had been walking through split, revealing the two boys laying under trees, both breathing heavily. Sakura brought an arm up, calling their names and holding up a basket of food Tsunami had sent with them.

Both of the boys looked up at her, variations of smiles appearing.

Not for the first time did she feel warm fondness sink into her chest.

It would be difficult. She would be fine.

Our prime purpose in this life is to help others. And if you can't help them, at least don't hurt them. -Dalai Lama