Chapter 8
“Mandarins are in the kitchen.” Obaba says quietly when she slinks back into the house, her face wet from the angry, embarrassed tears and her frame trembling with rage.
“Mm.” Sakura cannot bring herself to say more.
She knows she’ll yell and scream and cry otherwise and she’s already shown enough emotion after the absolute disaster that was training today.
As Sakura bites into the fleshy fruit, she closes her eyes, drinking in the flavored juice, licking her chapped lips as she lets the flavor of the orange fruit coat her bloodied tongue.
“Thank you.” Sakura whispers to Obaba when she leaves for the night.
The older woman just scoffs. “Who’d do my dishes otherwise?”
Sakura leaves with a secretive smile on her face, joy filling her up to the seams.