They meet the other successful teams on the way

Sakura wasn't completely unused to walking outside while naked. She did live in a culture which had public outdoor baths, after all. But those baths were segregated by sex and were surrounded by high bamboo walls to prevent peeping toms. So while she had previously experienced the feeling of a cool breeze gently caressing her bare buttocks, she had never experienced it in front of a group of guys before. That one change made her hyper aware of her bare skin, and how easily the boys could see most of it.

All it would take would be Naruto dashing behind her where she didn't have a third hand to hide herself. While he was dead last in their class, Sakura certainly wouldn't underestimate his ability to run, honed as it was from his various escapes from the consequences of his pranks over the years.

Sasuke, too, could easily grab her arms and overpower her, lifting them away from their impromptu shielding of her body, exposing her for all to see.

'Yeah, I wish,' Inner Sakura sighed. Outer Sakura did her best to ignore the comment and the mounting involuntary wetness forming in her privates – she was already embarrassed enough.

Every sound, no matter how slight, and every bit of movement out of the side of her eyes – usually just a branch swaying in the mild wind or a bird flying out of its nest – made her jump. The entire journey from their training ground had her stewing in paranoia that someone outside of her team would find them and see her in her humiliating state. An event that was becoming increasingly likely the closer and closer they got to the urban areas of the village.

Also, who knew what Kakashi was capable of doing to her? He'd already arbitrarily stripped her off and was leading her towards the village! But if she didn't go along with his insane scheme, then what was stopping him from trussing her up like a stuck pig and carrying her on his shoulder into the streets, with her knees tied akimbo and her exposed slit pointing behind him for everyone to see!?

What made it all worse was the ninja sandals that were still on her feet, the weapons-pouch still on her thigh, and the forehead protector still tied in her hair. None of them did anything to hide her body, but they still acted as a tactile reminder that she wasn't wearing anything else. Perhaps if she truly had nothing on she might have been able to fool her mind into thinking she was wearing a light cotton dress or some other wispy material. But the soles of her feet resting against the tough material of her shoes, the feel of the fabric of the pouch resting against her thigh, and the soft cloth underlying the hard metal of the village identification resting against her head all gave her a constant reminder of what cloth actually felt like against her skin, and that what she was wearing wasn't covering anything on her that she wanted covered.

'This is insane!' her Inner wailed. 'We can't be seen like this! I’d die of shame!'

Outer Sakura agreed, one hundred percent. But what choice did she really have? She couldn't realistically fight her Jounin sensei, and she certainly couldn’t run fast enough to escape him. And even if she did run, where would she run to? It's not like her home was right next to the forest – she'd have to get through several streets before she reached there, and there was always at least a few people out and about on those well-populated thoroughfares. Her only hope was that this was some kind of second test or even a joke, and that her sensei would stop and let her get some clothes on before she was actually seen by anyone besides her teammates.

But... what if he didn't stop this? The moment they cleared the trees and entered the village proper, any chance she had of people not seeing her exposed butt plummeted to around zero.

Sakura shivered at the thought. Underneath all of the confident bluster that she showed whenever she was arguing with Ino over Sasuke, there was still more than a little bit of that self-conscious girl who’d wilted under childish teasing over her forehead. The thought of everyone seeing her exposed body, and all of its flaws, terrified her. Her tits were so small that they barely existed and her pussy had scraggly wisps of pink pubic hair that she’d never groomed (because, unsurprisingly, she hadn’t expected anyone would be seeing them!).

If she’d been a little more self-aware, Sakura might have noticed that the one thing she hadn’t tried to cover up was the one thing about herself that she hadn’t trashed in her self-assessment. In her overly self-conscious girl’s mind, Sakura’s ass was merely okay, which meant that to impartial and less overly-critical observers (and especially to a quite partial observer like Naruto), her tight little bubble butt was an eye catcher that was more than capable of turning heads.

Any thoughts of her butt, or any other part of her body, ground to a halt when she heard a sound that sent a spike of dread through her heart. The sound of other people. Especially one person in particular.

“Just how long are we going to wait before we can go? I swear, that Billboard Brow must be dragging her heels or something!”

Oh gods, no. Ino.

Original Chapter by AkaB