I never got to be portrayed as doing my development as a kunoichi for myself.
Did you know that?
Did anyone ever stop to think about the possibility that I wanted to be better because I just fucking wanted to be better? Instead it became an arms race. Always succeeding so I could catch up to the boys. Not even my own boys, but literally every shinobi that had ever been or would ever be. Now that's… that's just depressing, isn't it?
A woman tied up in combat with other women, who is prettier, stronger, smarter. While the men of our world looked on with sneers or in confusion. Why are they fighting? They ask. Why can't they get along? They ask. Don't Hinata's boobs look bigger than Sakura's? Didn't Tenten beat Temari in their last spar? Who was on top? A bit of laughter, a lot of pointed looks, and some thinly veiled misogyny later we all stand around to watch each other out of our peripheral vision. Every man standing together and every woman wondering when she has to stab another in the back to be recognized as superior. Not on level with the men though. Of course not.
I'm not going to lie. I married my abuser. I married a man who had tried to kill me. I stayed at home, and I cleaned the house and I took care of our daughter. I watched her grow in the society that I had, and I whispered bed time stories with faceless heroes. I squeezed my eyes closed when she asked what his name was.
"Sarada, I didn't say it was a boy. It doesn't have to be a boy."
I told her to watch out for herself, and to not compare herself to the others in her class. I told her to be brave, not for others, but because she could be brave. My husband would come home and tell her that Himawari was doing kunai throws amazingly and that he would work on it with her when he had the time, and without looking up I would ask how Boruto was doing with his kunai throws.
"Why should we compare Sarada to him?"
The glasses clink together as I put them back into the cabinents, "Why should you compare her to Himawari?"
With a smile I would kiss him on the cheek and leave to go get groceries.
People whisper about my lifestyle now, about giving up my future to raise a child but I know that I did it for her. I did it because the moment I knew that I was going to have a little girl I realized that I couldn't allow her to be me.
I needed her to be better for herself and I wanted the world to know it.
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