Succession
A Boruto oneshot commission
By
EvilFuzzy9
Rating: K
Genre: General
Characters/Pairings: Sarada U.; [N/A?]
Summary: Sarada becomes hokage.
Sarada stood on the balcony overlooking Konoha. She saw the city that she had spent her whole life serving and protecting. She saw the masses of the people below: friends and strangers, rivals and colleagues. She saw Leaf shinobi standing in rank and file, soldiers arrayed to observe the changing of the guard.
There were crusty old jounin who lived off of their pensions, and chubby-cheeked genin fresh out of the Academy, and sensible career chuunin with their families, and off-duty ANBU wearing long sleeves to cover their tattoos. There were merchants and blue collar workers, high class nouveau riche and uneducated farmers from out in the country. There were professors and writers, journalists and entertainers, clueless student protesters and red-blooded patriots.
It was a mix of everything, a mingling of all types. She felt as if she saw all the people of Konoha when she looked down below, and she felt a twinge in her breast, perceiving the weight of the responsibility before her. The skin of her pale cheeks was flush with a warmth of pride, and her heart rose inside her despite the gravity of this situation.
It was an occasion to celebrate as much as it was a time for solemnity. She saw her friends in the crowd. She saw her old classmates, and her former teammates. She saw Mitsuki and Boruto, Sumire and Shikadai. Chocho waved and gave her a thumbs up.
Sarada turned away from the balcony, and she looked into the faces of her predecessors. She saw the Sixth, the Seventh, the Eighth. Kakashi's face was wrinkled with the decades, his hairline receding-he was old and becoming distinctly wizened. Naruto's shoulders were bowed, and though he retained an impression of strength it was clear that he was past his prime. Konohamaru's brow was furrowed with years of care, and he had significant laugh lines; his hair was shot through with streaks of gray.
She was an adult, a woman of full stature. She was young but not youthful, standing with both feet planted firmly in adulthood. She thought of her family, of her husband and children. The kids were young, but they were down there watching their mother with wide eyes. It warmed her to think that she was in their sight. She softly smiled and straightened her back a little more, proudly thrusting out her chest.
It was not the pride of hubris. It was not the pride of vain self-satisfaction. It was not the pride of one whose own value in their own eyes exceeded the value of everything else. It was the pride that came with the approval of others, the pride that was the knowledge of pleasing those whose opinions mattered most.
She stepped forward, and she looked into the eyes of her predecessors. She noticed the Sixth Kazekage, Matsuri-san, standing off to the side.
With a smile, Sarada advanced to accept the mantle of Hokage.
She was the next in a long line of succession. She would do her best to equal those who had gone before her.
This was an old and noble institution, most dignified and valuable of all.
She took a deep breath, and they placed the cloak on her shoulders and the hat on her head. She felt the weight of these things, the weight of history laid upon her.
This was now her burden to bear.
Humbled, but also proud, she raised her head to look once more upon the crowd.
With deafening cheers they greeted her, the Ninth Honorable Hokage.
Sarada smiled.
She was content.
A/N: I dunno, this is just a really short and fluffy sort of commission. Don't have time for much else, while working on my novel.
Updated: 11-15-17
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