Sakura doesn 't have much stamina. That is just as concerning as her lack of knowledge about healthy shinobi living. She 's slight, though taller than Naruto, and her limbs are pale and noodley. Figuring out what kind of routine works for her is a little difficult, because for all that Toshiro wants to help her ' he 's never taught anything but Medical Ninjutsu.

'How do you feel about medicine? ' He asks her, when she 's heaving on the ground, sweaty and red-faced. She 's been coming over after class (not every day, she 's still a child who wants to play with her friends, after all) to train in the Hatake 's backyard, usually accompanied by the Hatake kids who have their own training schedules. It 's a pretty loud affair, with the sounds of fighting, exertion and dogs all colliding.

She weakly pushes herself up, 'I-I don 't know...I don 't want to be left behind. '