With a swarm of hyperactive red-heads throwing fish-guts at dignitaries and rural daimyos, it's a wonder that some country hadn't already declared war on the Uzumaki clan. Now take the clan, an undead defense attorney, a screwed up sense of justice, and hereditary ADHD, and mix to taste. Good luck world. Oc-insert

Sakura remembers a time when she wasn't a sunny blonde haired boy; remembers being spoiled rotten by adoring relatives and cooing adults; remembers a team that supported her, chasing away boys and were more like brothers than anything else. But most of all, Sakura remembers a time when she wasn't named Naruto.

This is the new game. Bright. Exciting. A plethora of possibilities. Only this time, she doesn't have extra lives. She can't afford to lose.