Sasuke hadn't wanted to get involved, not when he was this close to getting home after weeks away on the sort of mission Obito seemed to think was most appropriate to throw at him now that he'd finally made jounin. They mostly seemed to involve grueling hours spent undercover watching for information exchanging hands in the kind of place that made being undercover deeply uncomfortable for one reason or another, and the explosive fight that had happened when Sasuke had finally pinpointed the target had been a damn relief after all the time spent sticking to the sides of walls and tops of trees.

Now that he was finally headed home, however, the sound of another battle was the last thing he wanted to hear -- but it was close enough to the village walls that he heaved a sigh and went to investigate after just a few seconds of debating whether it was worth it.

The sound of a terrified scream broke his vague hope that it was just someone training further out from the village than usual, however, a frown creasing his forehead as he took to the trees to move more quickly. There: a riot of damage through the forest and the lingering trails of earth-natured chakra everywhere. And something familiar about it, something he only placed once he'd skirted the mess of the earth wall and web and landed squarely in the path of the shinobi responsible for it, sword drawn.

The Konoha forehead protector was good enough to start with, but that pink hair was hard to miss.

"You're ... aren't you Sakura?"