[Early mornings were the best time for her to train in peace, and this morning was no different. Sitting in a half crouch in the outer skirts of the courtyard, eyes closed and body still, she takes in slow, rhythmic breaths.
Even a few seconds warning is not enough to properly prepare her and, feeling something different in the air in the courtyard, Sakura starts to rise before being thrown partially off her center of gravity. A pre-evolved Sakura, probably would have fallen flat on her backside. But she manages to recover just enough to keep herself stable and, instinctively, lets a hand drop to her scabbard. She looks around.
Action.
Even a few seconds warning is not enough to properly prepare her and, feeling something different in the air in the courtyard, Sakura starts to rise before being thrown partially off her center of gravity. A pre-evolved Sakura, probably would have fallen flat on her backside. But she manages to recover just enough to keep herself stable and, instinctively, lets a hand drop to her scabbard. She looks around.
What--who--just did that?]