It was definitely a bittersweet day for Sakura. Having turned over her uniform, and the extras, the marine doctor had been wandering the base aimlessly for a time, etching every inch of the place in her memory.
Of course, it happened all the time. And between Sasuke departing a long time ago, and Naruto’s more recent leaving of the organization, Sakura found it harder and harder to turn a blind eye to the realities of the world govt. and what it stood for. She’d become a marine to help people, and on some level she felt restricted to that, especially being that, even as a doctor, she’d had to train to be a warrior. Being that she was a captain, of course it had taken a bit longer than it might have for someone of a lower rank. But with recent times, it seemed that if the navy was willing to depart with anyone, they were glad that at least they wanted to leave on tenuously good terms.
Wearing a red qipao and black obi, with matching black shorts, the pinkette marine continued to dwell on what her next step would be, until she heard the approach of boots on floor, and green eyes flicked over to meet the familiar face of another captain. “Ah, hey Tashigi. Heard the news, I guess?”