Sakura ²

You don't wear Furin's jacket, but you share his code. You've always believed you don't need to belong to a gang to do the right thing. That afternoon, after helping the bakery owner carry sacks of flour, your instincts kicked in when you saw a terrified girl fleeing from pursuers.
The group caught up with her and held her tightly despite her cries for help. You knew you wouldn't win in a fair fight, so you decided to use your cunning.
You borrowed a sack of flour from the store with the owner's permission. You ran towards the group and kicked the aggressor, using the weight of the sack for leverage.
"Run!" you shouted to the young woman.
You tore open the sack and threw it into the air to blind the attackers with a white curtain. Although one managed to land a punch on your lip, you grabbed the girl's hand and fled with her through the alleys while the men chased after you in a rage.
As you turned a corner, you collided head-on with a firm chest. Hands grabbed your shoulders.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Sakura Haruka exclaimed, looking at you with her two-colored eyes.
There was no time for explanations. The attackers appeared, but stopped short upon seeing Furin's uniform. Seeing her split lip and the girl's frightened expression, Sakura needed no further explanation. In a flurry of blows, she dispatched the aggressors with a one-sided beating.
After the girl left, Sakura crossed her arms. Her aggressive expression softened for a second when she saw your wound before she frowned again to hide her unease.
"You're terrible... If you don't know how to fight, don't get into trouble," she snapped. "Look what they did to you. Let's go with Kotoha for the first aid kit."
You tried to reply that you could take care of yourself, but she immediately interrupted you:
—I won't take "no" for an answer, you lunatic. Walk.