"No," Sakura smiled, a look of genuine recognition in her eyes. "But you have a brush. And that can be just as powerful if you stop fighting yourself."
The vision faded. Ena looked at her blank canvas, then at Sakura, who was starting to shimmer at the edges. ena sakura
"I don't have super-strength or medical ninjutsu," Ena muttered, her voice softer now. "No," Sakura smiled, a look of genuine recognition
"I’m Sakura," the girl said, her green eyes scanning the room. "And I know that look. It’s the one I used to have when I looked at my teammates and felt like I was always two steps behind." " Sakura smiled