C373 The Social Death

"Sakura," Lee said, his eyes brimming with tears as he looked at her.

"Stand up, Lee." Sakura offered her hand to help Lee up from the ground, but her fingers accidentally snagged on a tear in his shirt.

"Hiss—" The fabric must have been of poor quality because with just a gentle tug, Lee's shirt ripped apart, leaving strips of cloth on the ground