Who is she?

It was a kalopsia. A dystopian utopia. Behind the cerulean sky and the emerald grass hid great injustice.

For a young girl, on whose shoulders rid the weight of the smiles of a thousand people, was a withered cherry blossom.

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Note- This is a fanfiction. I don't own any of the characters. They belong to Masashi Kishimoto. And, haters, I hope you are mature enough to not get triggered by a fake story written about a fake character by a fake person.