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WARNING THE FULL VERSION WILL CONTAIN: Sakura (Naruto) Slobification (WG, Burping, and Farting)

   Leaping from branch to branch under the light of the full moon, Sakura kept her eyes peeled for any signs of activity. Signaling for the rest of her team to stop, she ensured her pink hair was tucked within the confines of her headband to avoid any loose strands getting in the way of her mission. She clutched the collection of various weapons and medical supplies strapped to her red qipao and black pants. Glancing at the rest of team to ensure they were well-equipped for whatever danger lied ahead, she gestured for them to continue their advance.

   Sakura went over the information of the mission in her head as she continued to search the area with her squad. The reports spoke of a hooded figure moving about the outskirts of the village, whispering about something called the All Seeing One. Having survived the Fourth Shinobi World War two years’ prior, Sakura had learned not to take lightly the threat of unknown danger.

   A flash of something below the tree line had Sakura signal for the other ninjas to take their positions. Flanking the sides of a clearing in the forest, the group set their eyes on the individual they had been warned about. The rumors and fears that had spread through the village became harder to believe as Sakura watched the man wander around the field with his head tilted up at the sky. Under the light of the moon, she could see the image of an eye painted across his forehead. Having acquired a wide array of knowledge when it came to unusual eyes, she readied a kunai and stepped out onto the field.

   “Stay where you are!” Sakura shouted at the figure.

   The man turned his head towards her. “Oh hello, didn’t expect to run into anyone at this time of night.” Pulling away his hood, the man showed off his black, buzz cut hair and a seemingly friendly smile.

   “Who are you and what are you doing out here?”

   “Oh, my name is Oko,” he replied with a polite bow. “I’ve come to this place to share some of my master’s power with this world.”

   “Your master?”

   “Yes, they are very benevolent,” he said with a beaming smile. “I’ve only been here for a few short days and already I’ve been given the perfect candidate for a Slob Cell.”

   “Listen, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sakura said, signaling for the others to get ready to attack, “but I do know that you’re coming with me for questioning.”

   “I really don’t think that’s necessary,” he replied, his cheerful mood unwavering even as Sakura’s teammates drew closer. “Something’s are better left unknown. That being said, I do intend to both share with you some knowledge and a chance to take a break.”

   The two ninjas lunged towards Oko only for him to effortlessly leap out of the way. Landing atop a tree branch behind Sakura, he beat out several wrinkles from his cloak. With the other ninjas fast approaching, he turned his gaze towards her and began making hand symbols.

   “I do hope I’m doing this right,” he said, creating numerous hand signs that looked completely foreign to the experienced shinobi. “This is my first time channeling power using this method. Apologies ahead of time if this causes any unforeseen side effects.”

   Sakura’s bewildered expression at the bizarre man’s words was the second of hesitation needed for a dark abyss to open up below her. Black tentacles reached out of the rift to grasp her legs and drag her into the shadows. As she sunk down to her torso, she spotted the other ninja’s running towards her.

   “Don’t come any closer or you’ll get dragge in too,” she shouted, remaining calm even as the portal swallowed most of her body.

   “Caring too,” Oko commented as he watched Sakura’s pink hair sink into the abyss. “Yup, you’re definitely deserving of a nice, long break. Enjoy!”

   After several moments wading through an ocean of dark shadows, Sakura found herself free falling. Her landing was cushioned by the presence of a king-sized bed covered in a pink, cherry blossom pattern blanket. Sinking into the plush bedding, Sakura scrambled to look at where she had ended up.

   The dark forest had been replaced with what appeared a one-bedroom apartment lit by a series of lightbulbs attached to the ceiling. Rolling off of the bed, her shoes sunk into a carpet almost as soft as the bed itself. Walking over to one of the many shelves on the walls, her fingers traced over a plethora of books, comics, and DVDs on a variety of shows and subjects. Directly in front of the bed was an entertainment center supporting a television almost larger than the bed.

   Momentarily glancing at the various devices beneath the imposing TV, Sakura turned her attention towards the opposite wall and immediately felt her stomach growl. Shelves upon shelves of various snacks and foods sat at the ready to be devoured. Taking up the other half of the wall were three fridges that reached up to the ceiling. Pulling open one of the fridge doors, Sakura mind boggled at the sheer amount of microwave ready meals and chilled treats she found.

   Putting her back to the horde of food large enough to feed a squad 100 times over, she continued to wander about the room. Peeking her head into the bathroom let her breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of a strangely large toilet. Taking a mental note of the lack of a tub or any way to properly clean herself, her search brought her back to the bed. Sitting on the mattress, surrounded with more than enough supplies and entertainment to keep anyone content for months or even years on end, the only downside she could find was the complete lack of doors or windows.

   Going over the techniques she had replicated many times before, Sakura tried to dispel whatever Genjutsu she assumed had manifested this strange prison cell. No matter what she tried, the four walls of the space remained intact. Taking a page from Naruto’s book, her next idea had her charging up chakra to forcibly make her own escape route. Just as the energy reached her fingertips, something made the energy fizzle out.

   Contemplating breaking free from the cell with her own fists, she was halted by a growl emanating from her stomach. She slid her hand against her ravenous mid-section in the hopes of quieting it down long enough to escape her prison. However, the more she tried to push her appetite to the back of her mind, the stronger the hunger pangs grew. Lacking any way of knowing how long she had been stuck inside, but realizing that she wouldn’t be able to do anything on any empty stomach, she shuffled her way towards the food wall.