Then there was Sai, who had a talent for art. He’d been unusually enthusiastic, talking about how he spent his nights staying up to paint the couple a wedding gift.
She’d actually run into Sai this morning. She happened to catch sight of him standing absolutely still in the middle of the street, staring in numb, dumbfounded horror at the white scroll in his hands. His art had disappeared entirely.
“Sakura…” Sai had dazedly said. “The bird flew away…into the sky…”
How in the world had his chakra ended up spilling over into his ink? Sai had been a bit too enthusiastic, if you asked Sakura.