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Konoha hadn’t changed much. Maybe that’s what made it harder to look at.
The trees were taller, the market louder, the wind still carried that familiar earth-heavy scent, and the sky had the same restless blue. Some part of Sasuke had expected more difference after all this time, as if the village should look older the way he felt older. But it didn’t. Not really. Time hadn’t touched it the way it touched people.
He stood in silence in the Hokage's office, boots dusted from travel, the faint smell of wet stone still clinging to his cloak. His last mission had ended in the Land of Mist, it was quiet than expected, but no cleaner than Konoha. The folder in his hand held the names of men no longer alive, a few maps marked with red crosses, and a sealed scroll.
Kakashi took the report from him without a word, flipping through the top page before setting it aside. He wore the same mask, the same uniform, but his eyes looked heavier these days. He didn’t bother with pleasantries.
"You were supposed to check in yesterday," Kakashi said, brow arched beneath the familiar hitai-ate.
Sasuke said nothing. That was his version of I'm here, aren't I?
Kakashi gave a faint shrug, tapping his fingers against the desk before leaning back in his chair with a sigh.
"How was Mist?"
"Rotten," Sasuke replied. "The broker was already dead. Intel was wiped."
"But the ledger?"
"Encrypted, but intact."
Kakashi gave a slow, unsurprised nod. "And you didn’t kill anyone unnecessarily?"
Sasuke glanced up, his gaze flat.
"Right," Kakashi said under his breath. "Silly question."
A silence followed. Familiar, like a pattern they’d settled into long ago. Then Kakashi shifted, just slightly. "You missed Shikamaru and Temari’s wedding."
Sasuke remained still. His expression didn’t flicker, but the pause in the air was louder than words.
"Sakura-chan missed it too. Everyone else was there," Kakashi added, more softly. "Even Kiba wore something decent."
That name. It settled between them like dust on old glass.
He reached for a thinner file this time, one that looked less official and more personal. Its corners were worn, bent from handling.
"She had a mission. High-priority infiltration. She volunteered."
He set the folder on the desk and pushed it gently toward Sasuke, fingers tapping once against the edge before retreating.
"She’s been out there just over two months. The Riverlands. Intelligence collection. The city runs on black market trades, chakra, scrolls, weapons."
Sasuke opened the folder, fingers quiet, precise. The first page was brief. Target zones, signal history, asset tracking.
Alias: Tsuyu
Role: Independent performer.
Specialization: proximity intel extraction.
A hand-drawn sketch was clipped to the back. Sakura, but not as he remembered her. Her hair was pinned high, her profile turned slightly, elegant. Controlled. Her expression unreadable. It was a stranger's face in familiar features.
"Tsuyu," Kakashi said. "She’s working under that name. Posing as a dancer. Not part of a house. Independent. She moves in different circles, collects information where others can’t."
Sasuke stared at the name. The kanji was soft. Delicate. Dew.
"She hasn’t checked in for three weeks," Kakashi continued. His voice had quieted now, the words more weight than sound. "I was going to send Sai. Had the briefing almost done. But then you walked in. Figured maybe it ought to be you."
Sasuke closed the folder. His hand lingered at the edge. "She volunteered?"
Kakashi nodded slowly. "Said she needed space. I let her.”
The words felt heavier than they should.
"She’s been taking missions far from the village, Sasuke."
The words sank into the room like ash.
"When she’s here, she disappears into the hospital, long shifts, emergency requests, research that keeps her too occupied to sit still. She doesn’t linger when she returns. Raincheck on dinners. No visits. Sometimes, she doesn’t even ask for the next assignment. She just leaves.”
Kakashi leaned his elbow on the desk, looking toward the window. Sasuke didn’t speak. His gaze had dropped to the desk again, to a small water ring stained into the wood near Kakashi’s ink well.
"She used to ask about you. Just in how she'd pause after every briefing, like she was waiting for your name to come up.”
Sasuke was still. His expression hadn’t changed, but something behind his eyes had.
Kakashi’s voice lowered a fraction.
He exhaled quietly.
"Two years ago, that stopped. I stopped telling her when you came back. Figured maybe it was better that way."
Sasuke rose slowly.
"I’ll find her."
Kakashi didn’t move. "Don’t expect her to come running."
Sasuke paused at the threshold.
"No one there calls her Sakura."
He said nothing else.
Then he was gone.