Malachite

All Haruno children perform rites once they turn five years old. She is three years old when she gets to attend her first rites ceremony. 

Currently, there are 10 relatives who need to hold their rites, receive their patron deity and Haruno imprint. 

She wears a baby version of a miko outfit, but with the colors inverted. As is the nature with the head family. 

(Only the head family can wear the white Haruno circle while others can wear red or navy blue Haruno circles. Her uncles and aunts are all passed away. From war or disease or travels. Their children are alive and married, but as her papa is still alive, they are the inheriting family. So her and her family's kosode is scarlet red and their hibakamas are pure white.)

Several older mikos wear extravagant and luxurious chihaya atop their outfits and maetengan. Her mother and several other older women she recognizes as aunts and cousins, wear full crowns though. They sit to the right of the room as overseers. 

Sakura sits beside her brother at the front of the room. Their father sits dead center and is in a dogeza chanting scriptures as the older mikos dance with kagura-uzus or Akome Ougis. 

The 10 relatives sit in a horizontal line behind him, in a dogeza as well. The priests surrounding them all have gohei twirling and rustling as they follow her father's chants. 

All family members watching the 10 children are to the back of the room, sitting in seiza, silent and tense. 

At the height of her father's chant, he stands gracefully, spins his shakujō and slams it into the ground. The boom is loud and causes her to shiver from the intensity of the energy. His prayer beads silently clack together as the wind picks up in the ceremony hall. The mikos have stopped dancing and the priests have stopped spinning their gohei.

The candles surrounding the shinsen all flare. 

“Come forth and offer. May you have a fortuitous encounter.”

“May you have a fortuitous encounter.” 

The room goes deathly silent save for the sound of breathing and the candle wax melting as the first child, a young boy named Masaki with dusty rose pink hair steps forward. 

Sakura can’t focus on the ceremony or rites though. 

Because she has chills. 

Because the chakra in the air is not just the earthen and slightly floral tones she’s grown accustomed to with her clan. But the overwhelming and daunting, all-encompassing chakra she had only tied to one being.

The Sage.

That revelation, accompanied with the giant flare of the candle flames as something divine surges toward her cousin, lets Sakura know she most certainly is not just back in time. But reborn completely into a different universe. 

Though Masaki is fully clothed, she can easily make out the bright white light of the Haruno kamon printing itself on the back of the young boy's neck. It is covered by his top, but the initial imprint glows brightly in the dimly lit room. She is certain it will dull by the day's end like her brother's currently is.

Sakura is numb and awestruck as she somehow watches nine other cousins bow and offer something to the shinsen.

Several more divine energies rush towards her cousins, all leaving behind Haruno kamons on the back, shoulder blade, thigh, or calf. Some repeating locations. 

She leaves the ceremony hall in her brother's arms, shocked, nervous, and slightly overwhelmed.