When a Girl Who's Given Up Meets a Harem of Rivals

[Everyone × Sakura] + [Cultivation] + [chasing after the one you love]

Haruno Sakura, sixteen, was born and raised in Qingshan Village. Her greatest wish in life was to become a cultivator, just like the heroes in the storyteller's tales.

On the day they tested her spiritual roots, the village's great hope turned out to have the most useless five-element roots.

Her dream shattered, she was back to square one. On the night before she resigned herself to returning to the village, the village's least likely prospect for cultivation, the brash Uzumaki Naruto, and the mysterious, down-on-his-luck young master Uchiha Sasuke each secretly slipped her a pill said to “defy fate and change one's destiny.”

Even Hatake Kakashi, the silver-haired man who'd stopped by for a drink of water and smiled like a lazy fox, looked at her with a meaningful expression.

A pill? A comeback? A girl everyone loves?

Haruno Sakura looked at the shimmering pill in her left hand, which already seemed bitter, then at the strange-looking, foul-smelling lump of mud in her right.

Then she opened the window and flicked her wrist

Whoosh! Plop!

One landed in the weeds behind the house, the other in the mud beneath the window.

“Too bitter. I don't want to eat it.”

She dusted off her hands and went straight to bed.

When she woke the next day, she stared at the halo of light glowing on its own at her fingertips, five colors chaotically intertwined yet flowing endlessly, and fell into deep thought.

More puzzling still, Senju Hashirama, the man hailed as the “God of the Ninja World,” as cheerful as a golden retriever and a member of the Yunlan Immortal Sect, suddenly started showing up every day at the library where she swept the floors, presenting her with wildflowers and red bean buns like precious treasures.

His younger brother, Senju Tobirama, silver-haired and red-eyed, who looked at everyone as if he suspected them of scheming, responded by coldly blocking her way and offering two choices: get lost, or suffer a fate worse than death under his “special attention.”

Haruno Sakura: “...I”