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"I don't know if Aunt Ino told you," she begins. "but I... finally met my Papa."
A gentle tone for every word, as the girl had finally felt a surge of love enter he life by the mere instance of meeting her father. A smile remained her lips, one that would not usually don in places like the Academy. Here, with her childhood friend– she was at her most comfortable state, now that her inner struggles were resolved.
"It's a really long story, but I'm... happy." She looks down at her teacup, tracing its sides before meeting Inojin's gaze. "–Ah, and I've awakened my Sharingan, too."
in regards to the new episode, in my head: sarada’s favorite colors are actually blue and white. blue for the sky, especially in night; and white for the moon, tranquility, and peace.
( ❛ BORUTO. )
“ So it is you! “ He’d been in belief that he was all alone, here by himself; but hey at least he has one of his teammates now! Shikadai or Inojin or even Mitsuki would have been more preferable to him… Seeing as Sarada and he were still struggling between friends and rivals, but a friendly face was better than having no one at all for the boy. Bright, pearly-white teeth were bared as he widely grinned at his teammate, hardly at all bothered by the tug as she pulled him out of the way of other nearby civilians.
“ Hah! This is great! I was worried that I’d be all alone y’know? But even if its you, it’s better than being all by myself in this big place. Hey– Where even are we, do you know Sarada? Um– Yeah, I woke up here just earlier this morning. Some weird car dropped me off at a building and then I went wandering and… here I am now! Right in front of you! “
Boruto was hardly phased by the situation at hand now; all too focused on the then and now. Clearly Sarada’s presence had brightened his day up a whole lot. Though he swears up and down that he’d have been even more ecstatic had he’d been stuck with anyone else… Even Chocho would be preferable!
"Wait– just what are you implying by saying 'even if it's me'?"
Arms folding across her chest, her countenance grew ever displeased at her teammate's statement. It seemed he had brought his idiocy with him to the city. While they continued this little dynamic, a part of the kunoichi had agreed with him: having a familiar face around made the experience less lonely.
"Annoying," a mutter, before meeting him with a firm gaze. "Back to the point, this city is called Spirale. We're on an island called Radial. The problem is: I don't think we're in the same dimension as Konohagakure."
She knew Boruto had experienced firsthand how it was to go to a completely different dimension, yet their arrival to this place alone was questionable. Only her father was able to traverse space-time. It was too suspicious, and Sarada had worried about the state of the village.
"Since I got here, I haven't been able to use any of my jutsu– and they've restricted my Sharingan." She shares. "How about you? Did they take anything from you?"
( ❛ MASKAGE. )
"Ah – see; as shinobi, we should always expect the unexpected,” he offers sagely, outwardly unaffected by the girl’s speedy recovery. “Besides, I am going easy on you, kiddo. Did you think I’d pull a technique like that if I didn’t know you could get out of it so soon?” No, he didn’t actually think she could get out of that one as quickly as she did; even Sasuke had taken a longer time to escape it.
Kakashi can’t help feeling thankful he’s born generations before. It must be stressful to live in a time where your young peers possess a coalescence of terrifying abilities — like monster strength on top of a sharingan, for example.
A shame that such power is wasted on today’s youth.
“Remember, your eyes may be able to keep up with my movements - but it doesn’t matter – ” In a flash he’s directly behind her, hands kept nonchalantly in his pockets as he smiles over his shoulder — before turning sharply on his heel to aim a kick at Sarada in the same breath. “ — unless your body can keep up too.”
"Wha—"
She takes a heel to the stomach, launching her to a bark of a tree. A brief moment of pain, a flinch, but she knew that it was nothing compared to the kind that the former Hokage likely faced— her mother and father included.
She gets up on her feet, a few huffs escaping her lips. The Sharingan was wearing down her chakra, and Kakashi had been in the right: her weakness was her speed. While her Dōjutsu could foresee movement, it exhausted her. Speed would be an issue without stamina.
"As expected... of a former Hokage." A small smirk, acknowledging his skill. Perhaps old age didn't play as much of a factor as she thought it would. "But I'm not done yet!"
Fingers reach into her pouch, fingers taking ahold of multiple shuriken before she comes running back at him. She launches a barrage of the metal stars, bending towards him as she continued to press on for a close-ranged fight.
( ❛ MASKAGE. )
“Uhh.” You’re eight, is what crosses his mind — before he remembers he grew up in a time where five-year-olds could graduate the academy and thirteen-year-olds could lead a team of battle-hardened veteran elites into combat. Kakashi scratches lightly at the back of his head, wondering what Sakura would think if she comes back to find her daughter surrounded by paperwork that’s probably decades above the kid’s non-existent pay grade.
“You know what, kiddo? Why not,” he concedes, shrugging nonchalantly. It’s not like he had any plans in particular to keep Sarada entertained – and he has days with her. “Let’s get some snacks to keep us company, hm? My treat.”
"— I'm good at filing papers. I do them for Mama sometimes,"
As if listing her capabilities, Sarada also wanted to make sure she was kept occupied. She had prepared a few books to read in Sakura's absence, but helping her Uncle as probably a more productive thing to do. She grabs her little bag.
"Ah— Odango sounds nice." She suggests, giving him a small nod. "Is it okay if we buy tea, too? I haven't had some in awhile."
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CAN I JUST SAY;;; i really love your sarada
AAA !! thank you so much !! i do my best with her and i’m glad people like the way i play her. she is really one of my favorite characters of all time.
( ❛ KOUKENNIN. )
— He luckily got some time off, so he is enjoying the pleasant feeling of the sun gracing his ivory skin with a hint of a smile upon calm features.
"— Uncle," she takes a seat beside him on the porch. "You seem really happy. I'm glad,"
( ❛ KAZEFIST. )
“There’s no need to thank me, Sarada.” He replied, stroking her head.
Although his time as Hokage was over, the love for his village and its people never ceased. Seeing Sarada disheartened and fretful made him feel for the girl. In life, there were days where nothing seems to go right, and the young Uchiha princess seemed to be having one of those days. He placed a hand on her shoulder, offering a gentle smile. So much like her father.
“Are you alright, though? You seem distressed. Is there anything I can do to help?”
"There was just... something Boruto said to me."
A faraway look in her eyes. While she was comforted by the former Hokage's gesture— there were some thoughts that would continue to linger. The young kunoichi had been accustomed to suppressing her emotions, but the situation had bothered her.
The Hokage you want to become, is it just a shinobi with amazing skills?
Her teammate's words echoed across her head. Sarada was the type to always abide by the rules, and while she and Boruto did face the consequences of breaking them, he had been in the right: abandoning a friend was something a Hokage would never do. He had expected her to be better, and while they did bring Mitsuki back— a part of her still felt guilty for her initial reaction. Lips part, hesitantly.
"I was thinking— that maybe I'm not cut out to become Hokage after all."
I don’t really feel cold, you know. - Boruto: Naruto Next Generation - Episode 95
( ❛ KANDA. )
young, still too young to be fighting someone else’s fight. “ no matter where you go, people will always make use of children, huh? fantastic. simply fantastic. ” kanda might be bitter, might wish every single human to kill each other for all the good it will do to their rotten souls, but he wouldn’t wish his fate to befall other children. perhaps her situation isn’t as bad as his was, but in his eyes, they still hold the same amount of evil. “ name’s kanda. i’m guessing you were separated from your family? ”
"— I actually chose to become a ninja," she interposes. "my parents before me have been through war. While we did achieve peace, it seems that there are still some dangers today."
They had the freedom to choose, but generations before did not have the same liberty. Most children were expected to fight, and some have died for their nations. While Kanda had been right in a sense; today, it was of the children's own volition that they served the village. What they weren't prepared for were the remnants of conflict, and new threats.
"Yes, I arrived alone," a nod. "I don't know where my family is— or if they're safe."
( ❛ ???. )
kanda casts a sidelong glance at the girl and frowns. “ oi, how old are you? ”
"Twelve years old," she answers, unsmiling. Children being subjected to conflict was no easy ordeal, and while it couldn't compare to the experiences of her parents— it had still proven difficult. "my name is Sarada."
( ❛ ???. )
“ the future is a luxury only the people who never knew war can enjoy. ”
“While you're not wrong," A downcast gaze. “conflict seems to find its way back— one way or another."
❝ if you wanna talk, i’m here. ❞
caring sentence starters. ( not accepting. )
They had both decided to go grab a bite, after a short sparring session. ( It was only right for the two shinobi to keep in shape, even if they were no longer in the village. ) It had almost become a tradition at this point between the two teammates, and while they were short one member, a part of her was glad to have Boruto's company in a place like this.
"Boruto, we're not going to eat burgers again. You eat enough of them as is!" She argues, criticizing his diet.
As they continued to debate over what to eat, Sarada stops in her tracks as she looks at a window of a toy store. Inside, a mother and father joined by their daughter, who had just been given a large teddy bear. Lips pursed, gaze dejected, she falls to a sudden silence as she observes the family walking out of the store: the child happily giggling as her parents walked with her.
Family— a presence Sarada had been longing to reunite with ever since she laid foot on the island. She had been apart from her father already, but to be away from both Sakura and Sasuke did not sit well with her. It was a feeling she despised, and did her best to subdue, but it was only natural for a child to feel this way.
Hearing Boruto's words, he had likely noticed her dispirited countenance. A soft sigh, as she tries to suppress her thoughts for the moment. Now wasn't the time to mope. He didn't need to see her be so vulnerable.
“It's fine— Let's go, Boruto." She presses forward.
You’re so embarrassing! - Boruto: Naruto Next Generation - Episode 95
