This choice: Ino, wanting to prank the hell out of her freind • Go Back...Chapter #5Ino, wanting to prank the hell out of her freind by: Daxinar   Sakura Haruno struck the reinforced, ground mounted training bag with her chakra empowered fist, barely able to move it back an inch. The young chuunin sighed in exasperation, this being the same result she had gotten for the past three hours. "Tsunade wasn't kidding...this thing is crazy heavy...*Sigh* It doesn't matter. Tsunade says eight hours of punching, that's what she gets." With only a short breath to revitalize herself, Sakura was back to slamming her fist against the bag with all her strength.
Watching this display was from a good eighty feet back in the heavy brush of the deep training ground was a quietly chuckling Ino Yamanaka. "Working hard, huh Sakara? Looks tiring...Lets give you a little help, shall we?." Silently moving through the brush, Ino had no trouble moving behind the intensely tunnel visioned Sakura. Putting her thumbs and index fingers together, Ino made the unique hand sign of her family's jutsu.
In the next instant, Ino was looking through the eyes of the pink haired kunoichi. "Mind-body substitution...success!" Ino then strut over to her body and took a bright blue vial from her ninja pouch, unhesitatingly swallowing the strange cyan liquid. "Ich...tastes like fish oil." Ino reached into her pouch once more, retrieving a water jug and using it to wash the unpleasant taste out of Sakura's mouth as she carried her own body well out of sight of the training bag. After putting her body far enough away, Ino sprinted back towards where Sakura was training and released her jutsu. Sakura blinked a couple of times, suddenly dazed and confused as she stood panting in front of the training bag. Sakura shook her head back and forth, trying to regain some lucidity. "Jeez...this is harder than I thought. I'm zoning out like crazy...Oh well...Guess I just have to hit it HARDER!"
4 hours later...
Sakura finally fell to her knees, her body drenched in sweat from head to toe. "No...Why...I don't get it...." Sakura wheezed for air, her throat dry and burning from the heavy exertion of the last few hours. "Tsu...nade said...I could handle...eight hours... DAMMIT!!" In defiance of her own fatigue. Sakura bolted upright and hit the bag with everything she had. The force of the blow combined with the weakness in her legs made Sakura take a nosedive straight into the dirt. After her face hit the ground, Sakura slid about a foot before coming to a stop. "Ugggh...." Sakura lie there motionless, this indignity causing her morale to take a bigger dive than she did. The only solace Sakura took was knowing that no one had seen her do that.
"Aaaaaaaahahahahahaaaaaa! Nice faceplant, sweetie! That inanimate bag giving you some trouble? Did it dump your books and give you a wedgie too?" Sakura felt her heart jump into her throat as she heard the cackling laughter of her old classmate, her embarrassment quickly turning into rage as she stumbled to her feet. "F@#K you, Ino!! This stupid F%$king thing weighs more than ten of your anorexic asses!" Sakura's comeback only made Ino's laughter more uproarious, the girl not missing a beat in ruffling her old friends feathers. "Excused excuses Saki-poo. From where I'm standing it's definitely bag one, Sakura big fat zero!" Sakura clenched her fists as her lungs struggled to work up enough air for another string of curses. "Ino...you...!" Ino swayed back and forth whimsically as she approached the fuming girl. "Aww, whats wrong, Sa-ku-ra? Might you be worried that.." Ino made sure to whisper these last words in Sakura's ear with the most mocking tone she could muster "you wont measure up to our Kage's standards??"
Unable to take anymore of that voice, Sakura rocketed her fist towards Ino's mouth in the hope of silencing her.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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