"I’m Sakura," the girl said, her green eyes scanning the room. "And I know that look. It’s the one I used to have when I looked at my teammates and felt like I was always two steps behind."
"I don't have super-strength or medical ninjutsu," Ena muttered, her voice softer now. ena sakura
Sakura walked over, leaning over Ena’s shoulder. "It’s not the anatomy. It’s the spirit. You’re drawing what you think people want to see, not what you actually feel." Sakura reached out, her hand glowing with a soft, green light—the color of healing chakra . She didn't touch the tablet; instead, she placed a hand on Ena’s shoulder. "I’m Sakura," the girl said, her green eyes
As Sakura disappeared into a swirl of pink petals, Ena picked up her stylus. She didn't go back to the "perfect" sketch. Instead, she opened a new layer and began to draw with a ferocity she hadn't felt in months. The lines were jagged, the colors were clashing, and for the first time, Ena didn't care if anyone liked it. She was finally painting the truth. Sakura walked over, leaning over Ena’s shoulder
For a moment, the room seemed to dissolve. Ena didn't see the messy walls of her bedroom anymore. She saw a vast, empty space w