Chapter 11
When she is training, she hears the screams.
Her instructor—she has not bothered to learn his name either—freezes on the spot, letting a kunai she’s thrown whiz past his cheek and slice the tip of his ear.
Something wet, gurgling and utterly savage echoes in the streets and Sakura feels panic itch under her skin, the strength of her instincts pressing against her will to stay put.
“What’s—what’s going on?” Sakura manages to choke out from behind her fear.
“The monster—the monster lost control…” Something flashes in the man’s eyes and Sakura frowns because she knows she’s the only monster—the only kaijin—here.
“Get inside, girl.” He breathes out, suddenly all business, “Don’t leave the house until ANBU says so.”
As she speeds towards Obaba’s house, panic rising in her throat, she realizes it is the first time since her instructor called her anything other than a monster.