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Things require stirring up, and so... CONTEST TIME!

The above is the first scene of a story (backstory is below). In the comments, describe what you think should happen next. You don't have to be specific, but be creative... Sakura kicks her ass is not a creative answer. Whichever one I think is best, gets drawn as the next picture in the series.

The Vacation Duty Trap, Chapter One:

The years of hard work were paying off in spades.

Fresh off the celebration with Naruto, Kakashi-Sensei and and more bowls of ramen than she cared to admit, Sakura Haruno nevertheless all but skipped up to the door lady Tsunade's office. Her first assignment as a Jonin, the highest rank there was... It had to be a really tough assignment. Sakura couldn't wait.

She knocked politely, and schooled her features, businesslike, not giggly little school girl. Unbidden the memory of her interview with Kakashi-Sensei on their first day as team seven stabbed her in the pride.

Upon entering, she was a bit taken aback to see Tenten and Ino within. The rivalry between herself and the blonde had relaxed into more friendly terms in the last couple years, but it still flared now and then. Tenten looked like she was revving for a fight.

“Ah, good,” Lady Tsunade began. “Now that every one's here, I want to give the three of you a joint assignment.”

The shock resisted on Ino's face. Sakura agreed silently. The pair were medical ninja primarily, support staff usually. Tenten was a weapons expert. What kind of mission would require such a crazy complement of skills?

“I have a diplomatic missive here, for the Kingdom of the Crescent Moon,” Lady Tsunade hefted a small, sealed scroll. “You are to place it in the hands of their foreign vice-minister directly.”

“Is that all?” Tenten asked confused. The scroll was marked with a very low-level diplomatic seal.

“Yes, it is. A squad of Gennin could finish this mission in less than a week,” Lady Tsunade said a bit firmly, then her tone softened and she smiled. “I expect you three to take a month. Do I make myself understood?”

The three young women grinned. It was a vacation reward, and they all knew it.

_

A scant four days of fast traveling, and the trio arrived in the tropical kingdom. Sakura's relationship with their royal family meant that they sped through the red tape, and delivered their packet in record time. That left over three weeks before they were expected back home, and they had a generous expense account to party with.

By day, they soaked up sun, by night they danced and partied without care. A few rather odd adventures ensued (among them rescuing Ino from a tattoo parlor after she'd had a bit too much, distinguishing marks are a bad idea for kunoichi.).

The three leaf girls were enjoying a relaxing day at the rented bungalow when a knock came at the door. It was a grim faced man in the livery of the royal palace, and he bore a Konoha messenger hawk on his wrist. The bird obediently hopped to Sakura's proffered arm and the man left.

The bird message capsule was undisturbed. Sakura broke the seal and extracted a rolled parchment.

'Sakura,' it read in Shizune's quick handwriting. 'Sorry to interrupt your vacation, but we have an emergency. An Anbu courier was ambushed as he passed through the Crescent Moon kingdom en route home. He was carrying details of an invasion plot that might unbalance most of the world. All we know is that before he died he managed to send us word that he'd hidden the information in a water-tight box and sunk it off the southern tip of the main island. You three are the only Leaf ninja in the area. Get that box and get it home, fast. -Shi'

Tenten had been reading over her shoulder. “Time go to work then...” She ran back to the room and returned with one of the scrolls she always carried.

“I HAD planned to use this stuff on a dive trip, but... “ She unfurled it with flick of her wrist and the disappearing paper resolved into three sets of masks, protective booties and glove, and a small stack of re-breather canisters.

-

Over the next few days, the trio sectored off and searched the seas around the southern tip of the island. The re-breathers were small, and only held enough oxygen for a relatively short stint at the relatively shallow bottom, but they covered it quickly.

On the fourth day of the search, Sakura spotted an odd angle of something poking out of the silt at the bottom. It was a box. Just as she reached for it however, something clamped onto her left wrist and swung her around violently.

She searched frantically and spied a woman in a skin-tight diving suit with no breathing gear whatsoever directing an odd hand sign at her. The woman's lower face was covered by a strange ripple in the water. Another distortion flickered straight and nearly rigid from her extended left hand. It felt like an iron pole, latched around Sakura's arm.

On the woman's brow, rode the headband of a shinobi, but it wasn't a mark Sakura knew, a jagged line over the outline of a shark.

The time spent observing her attacker cost. Another flick of... oh no, she was controlling the WATER... lashed out like a snake and Sakura's mask and re-breather fell to the sea floor.

Bringing her left foot up, Sakura's hand flashed to the brace of kunai strapped there and with deadly accuracy cast all three... into a shied of water that absorbed their progress and then dropped them, spinning down as well.

Oh....crap...

Description
Things require stirring up, and so... CONTEST TIME!

The above is the first scene of a story (backstory is below). In the comments, describe what you think should happen next. You don't have to be specific, but be creative... Sakura kicks her ass is not a creative answer. Whichever one I think is best, gets drawn as the next picture in the series.

The Vacation Duty Trap, Chapter One:

The years of hard work were paying off in spades.

Fresh off the celebration with Naruto, Kakashi-Sensei and and more bowls of ramen than she cared to admit, Sakura Haruno nevertheless all but skipped up to the door lady Tsunade's office. Her first assignment as a Jonin, the highest rank there was... It had to be a really tough assignment. Sakura couldn't wait.

She knocked politely, and schooled her features, businesslike, not giggly little school girl. Unbidden the memory of her interview with Kakashi-Sensei on their first day as team seven stabbed her in the pride.

Upon entering, she was a bit taken aback to see Tenten and Ino within. The rivalry between herself and the blonde had relaxed into more friendly terms in the last couple years, but it still flared now and then. Tenten looked like she was revving for a fight.

“Ah, good,” Lady Tsunade began. “Now that every one's here, I want to give the three of you a joint assignment.”

The shock resisted on Ino's face. Sakura agreed silently. The pair were medical ninja primarily, support staff usually. Tenten was a weapons expert. What kind of mission would require such a crazy complement of skills?

“I have a diplomatic missive here, for the Kingdom of the Crescent Moon,” Lady Tsunade hefted a small, sealed scroll. “You are to place it in the hands of their foreign vice-minister directly.”

“Is that all?” Tenten asked confused. The scroll was marked with a very low-level diplomatic seal.

“Yes, it is. A squad of Gennin could finish this mission in less than a week,” Lady Tsunade said a bit firmly, then her tone softened and she smiled. “I expect you three to take a month. Do I make myself understood?”

The three young women grinned. It was a vacation reward, and they all knew it.

_

A scant four days of fast traveling, and the trio arrived in the tropical kingdom. Sakura's relationship with their royal family meant that they sped through the red tape, and delivered their packet in record time. That left over three weeks before they were expected back home, and they had a generous expense account to party with.

By day, they soaked up sun, by night they danced and partied without care. A few rather odd adventures ensued (among them rescuing Ino from a tattoo parlor after she'd had a bit too much, distinguishing marks are a bad idea for kunoichi.).

The three leaf girls were enjoying a relaxing day at the rented bungalow when a knock came at the door. It was a grim faced man in the livery of the royal palace, and he bore a Konoha messenger hawk on his wrist. The bird obediently hopped to Sakura's proffered arm and the man left.

The bird message capsule was undisturbed. Sakura broke the seal and extracted a rolled parchment.

'Sakura,' it read in Shizune's quick handwriting. 'Sorry to interrupt your vacation, but we have an emergency. An Anbu courier was ambushed as he passed through the Crescent Moon kingdom en route home. He was carrying details of an invasion plot that might unbalance most of the world. All we know is that before he died he managed to send us word that he'd hidden the information in a water-tight box and sunk it off the southern tip of the main island. You three are the only Leaf ninja in the area. Get that box and get it home, fast. -Shi'

Tenten had been reading over her shoulder. “Time go to work then...” She ran back to the room and returned with one of the scrolls she always carried.

“I HAD planned to use this stuff on a dive trip, but... “ She unfurled it with flick of her wrist and the disappearing paper resolved into three sets of masks, protective booties and glove, and a small stack of re-breather canisters.

-

Over the next few days, the trio sectored off and searched the seas around the southern tip of the island. The re-breathers were small, and only held enough oxygen for a relatively short stint at the relatively shallow bottom, but they covered it quickly.

On the fourth day of the search, Sakura spotted an odd angle of something poking out of the silt at the bottom. It was a box. Just as she reached for it however, something clamped onto her left wrist and swung her around violently.

She searched frantically and spied a woman in a skin-tight diving suit with no breathing gear whatsoever directing an odd hand sign at her. The woman's lower face was covered by a strange ripple in the water. Another distortion flickered straight and nearly rigid from her extended left hand. It felt like an iron pole, latched around Sakura's arm.

On the woman's brow, rode the headband of a shinobi, but it wasn't a mark Sakura knew, a jagged line over the outline of a shark.

The time spent observing her attacker cost. Another flick of... oh no, she was controlling the WATER... lashed out like a snake and Sakura's mask and re-breather fell to the sea floor.

Bringing her left foot up, Sakura's hand flashed to the brace of kunai strapped there and with deadly accuracy cast all three... into a shied of water that absorbed their progress and then dropped them, spinning down as well.

Oh....crap...