Sakura watched with a mixture of awe and admiration as Tsunade struck pose after pose of muscular greatness. The woman was like a statue of an Amazon Goddess come to life and perhaps her teacher was enjoying the feeling of power a little too well, Tsunade’s expression matching that of a kid in a candy shop she was so pleased with the end result.
But Sakura was beginning not to like the outcome due to Tsunade being so absorbed in her own little muscle-filled world. The older woman was so intoxicated with her own power that every single time Sakura tried to get a word in she’d either be blown completely off or a huge palm would nearly strike her in the face while being given an order to leave her be.
Of course she hated to admit it but Sakura felt insulted when Tsunade called her a brat and to “move aside so she could watch what a real woman looks like” Sakura wasn’t a full adult yet but her build nearly matched that of Tsunade’s it actually stung when she had spoken to her as if she were still an infant or a child.
Flexing one of her powerful biceps Sakura with a near-silent chuckle figured it was time for the student to knock the master’s ego back down to earth. So she stepped away just enough not to be spotted by Tsunade, not that it matter the older woman was still admiring herself too much, once she put enough distance between them Sakura tried concentrating once again while she did her best to calm her mind she was also determined to outshine Tsunade.
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