Sakura was exceptionally talented. In the original story, she had inherited Tsunade's abilities remarkably well, though she was still weak by the later stages.
Now she had not only mastered the Medical Ninjutsu scroll Tsunade had first given her, but had also earned Orochimaru's appreciation and become his research assistant.
Gradually, Sakura had taken on Kabuto Yakushi's role. She had even reached his level of strength as an Elite Jōnin, and Orochimaru relied on her more and more.
For someone like Orochimaru, ability came first when choosing people. Loyalty came second.
In the original story, he had caught Kabuto Yakushi scheming behind his back several times, but had never killed him. It was most obvious during the Chunin Ninja Exams.
Now that Sakura had shown ability and talent no less impressive than Kabuto Yakushi's, Orochimaru had no qualms about giving her greater responsibilities.
Perhaps Orochimaru was so confident in his own strength and charm that he never worried anyone could overthrow him—not even Sasuke.
Step by step, he had raised Sasuke from a wolf cub into a vicious wolf. As he prepared to take over that wolf's body, it had never occurred to him that the wolf might turn around and swallow him whole.
Soon, his confidence would cost him dearly.
That night.
A dim mountain path.
Sakura walked along at an unhurried pace in a red dress.
She no longer wore a Konoha Forehead Protector. Her cherry-blossom-pink hair fluttered in the breeze beneath the bright moonlight, lending her a charm all her own.
Though she had become a powerful Ninja, she still dressed like a delicate girl every day, hoping Sasuke would notice her.
Rumble!
Suddenly, a mass of rocks tumbled down the hillside beside her, hurtling straight toward her.
Sakura remained calm. She raised her right hand, and