Naruto: Sakura Haruno’s Perfect-Bond Story

My name is Sakura Haruno, and I’m five years old. My biggest wish is for my wide forehead to become smaller.

Then came that snowy day.

Three boys surrounded a girl, calling her a “monster.” She crouched on the ground, crying into her hands. She looked just like me, hiding in an alley and secretly wiping away my tears.

The snowball in my hand flew.

It hit the chubby boy right in the forehead. As he fell, I realized: Oh no, I’ve done something terrible.

But for some reason, from that day on, more and more people appeared at my side.

A blond boy who clung to me tightly whenever he had a fever, as if I were a dandelion that might scatter in the wind. He insisted that the way I threw that snowball was “super cool.”

A young lady whose family owned a flower shop, who tied a red ribbon in my hair. She said, “Just be yourself. You’re adorable.”

And a child who lived in a hollow tree. It snowed when he was happy and rained when he was sad. He plucked the best flower from his hat and traded it for the wilted one on my ribbon.

He pinned that wilted flower to his own hat.

When I asked him why, he said, “I like Sakura. This flower... belongs to Sakura. I like it.”

Oh, and there was also the boy who ate rice balls alone beneath the cherry tree.

He had very deep, dark eyes. That day, my heart thumped like a rabbit was bouncing around inside it. I hesitated for a long time, but still didn’t dare go over to him.

After school, I saw him walking ahead of me.

His backpack was covered in tiny pink daisies.

No one knew who had put them there.