crimson-illusionist:

_{Kurenai gave her a wide grin, humming from pleasure, as her small grubby fingers wished to stroke her locks again. They were so soft and smelled faintly of strawberries to her—something that made her simply feel good around the woman. “Yup! It’s super awesome—I’m soon gonna be a real ninja like you! I’m learning how make another me—and then I’ll be all ninja and win all my nin’a duels!”}

_{Clearly, the little girl had ideas of her own on what a ninja was, as she told Sakura, with a smile filled with excitement. “I want pink hair like you!}“ 

   _{Allowing the corners of her lips to tug further a bit, porcelain features would begin to soften as the smaller continued her speech. A clear; genuine radiation blossoming deep within the pit of her core. "Mm.. is that so?” Sakura chuckled softly from the inquiry, appendage rested atop her knee for balance while eyes continued to scan her stature. “That’s amazing, you seem very determined ya know?”}

  _{It was evident to Sakura that the child before her was clearly a determined shinobi in the making. “You’re going to be a wonderful shinobi, and before you know it, you’re going to be going on missions and everything. I could only imagine what you’re going to turn out to be once you do so.” She added, smile still in tact.}