"It's been over a decade since the moon crisis was averted by the Leaf. Those who partook in staving the tragedy were chiefly the Hokage Kakashi and the team he selected to confront the mastermind behind it. But in the short time that followed, something unexpected happened. The eventual relationship that blossomed between a lonely pair, Kakashi and Sakura, became a wedded couple not long after Hinata and Naruto had married. Bearing a daughter of their own, they'd watch over her with love and name her Sakuya, after the evening which she was born from. Now being the day of her Academy's graduation, the child of Sakura and Kakashi sets off on a new adventure, one that'd leave an impact on not just herself but those she'd come to know as friends."
Chapter 1 - A New Challenge
Sakuya's day to be assigned her own Genin team was about to transpire. She knew after many days of grueling written tests and the relatively easy physical ordeals her graduation was guaranteed, given who her parents were. Even as a child she was given special lessons by both of her parents, encouraged since she begged them to teach her to do the things she heard about in the stories of them in action.
It took awhile, but here she was now, nearing the age of thirteen and ready to take on the days of being rigorously put to the test as an initiate Kunoichi.
Taking time to look herself over in her relatively comfy room, mirror adjoined to a wood carved and lacquered desk to see herself next to her cherry blossom adorned quilt covered bed. Smiling at her fair complexioned face, green eyes sparkling with barely subdued excitement that was a striking contrast to her nearly glittering silver hair. Having combed her bangs to the side, she wore the majority of it in a high-rise ponytail, fastened by a red bow her mother gave to her. Dark blue cloth protectors fastened around her knees and elbows, a pair of metal plated gloves with her fingers exposed and blue cloth wrapped around her palms were seen, matching her protected knees and plated boots. With a blue short sleeved shirt with a grey short skirt wrapped around her black shorts she fastened a over and under armed strap in the shape of an X holding a particularly special tantō in a brown scabbard partially hidden by her swaying hair.
"Alright, ready to go!" She spoke aloud with gusto, pumping her fist with a wry grin.
"Sakuya! Don't forget your lunch!"
"...right," Sakuya bowed her head with sheepish realization. Brushing the bridge of her nose she shouted out as she left her room in as clean of a state as she woke up in. "Coming!"
Exiting her room she'd tread through a cream colored carpet hallway, across from her parents' bedroom and the bathroom next to the closet at the end of the hall to her left opposite of her current direction. Walking through the family room she'd end up in the kitchen that had an open view of the garden outside, and by extension, the rest of Konoha from the hilltop their house was built upon.
The humble cottage was only thanks to the tentative 'retirement' both of her parents were in. Unless it was an emergency, they were left to work on their current occupations as they pleased.
She recalled her mom was publishing some written works about the better use of Medical Jutsu and other tactics that could be utilized with Medic Nin, backed up by her own mentor's lectures on the matter. She worked in the Konoha Hospital part time, more there to observe and help with more testy operations than to lead the place that a team of highly experienced doctors and nin were responsible for.
Her father, on the other hand, she didn't know exactly what he did. She remembered that he was a bit of a pervert, catching him once or twice reading a now dead end erotic comedy series. However she did know that he spent more time than anything just spending time around the small farm of vegetable and fruits they cultivated, while just relaxing or exercising.
At the moment of her entry to the kitchen, adjacent to the screen door exit to the garden pathway to Old Konoha, she greeted her mom with a bright smile. Her mother always looked beautiful to her. Having kept her hair short to just about chin level, the pink haired woman hardly looked more than ten years older than her daughter but it didn't bother her. Adorned in a simple purple apron over her crimson blouse and dark skirt, she looked like someone who was just through with several household chores, but made time for her child anyways. When she turned to greet her, the single purple diamond engraved onto her forehead was a an attractive complement to her features, making her similarly green eyes sparkle as she handed the bento box to the appreciative daughter.
"I know that the, er, ceremony," She stressed with a slight laugh. "Can be a bit grueling but I want you to have a full stomach when you get the chance. Knowing who you might get, I'm sure a familiar curriculum may be used."
"Given the weird tests dad's put me through during our training exercises, it's hard for me to be surprised in any way," Sakuya waved almost dismissively while graciously accepting her mother's hard worked meal for her. Blinking she looked out at the garden and didn't see her lazy other parent. "Speaking of which, where's my scarecrow of a dad?"
"Oh, pfffft," Sakura blew a raspberry at the coyness of her husband's nickname. Earning one in return, she just giggled and placed a finger with thoughtfulness while looking up at the ceiling. "I think he said he was going to visit an old friend at the retirement facility. You remember Guy Sensei, right?"
"Oh! He's the guy with the funny eyebrows-AGH!" Sakuya hastily tried to answer, only to earn a forehead flick by her annoyed mother.
"Not funny," She sighed with a whine in her voice. "He gave up that leg and nearly his whole life doing what he did for the Leaf. Mind your manners when speaking of your elders."
"Eh, sorry," She bowed in apology, earning a pat on the head that made her blush subtly with a subdued smile.
"I know you enjoyed his stories when he had the opportunity to vent. That barbecue we all had at once was pretty wild, but I'm glad to see he's always in high spirits," Sakura mused with remembrance about the get-together most of the graduating teams had not but a few years ago. While not all the kids or teammates had shown up, it was still nice to see people from war veterans to familiar teachers make their way. Even Naruto had enough energy to make a fool of himself and be the main attraction of attention, much to his family's delight.
"Uh, as much as I like talking about your past, I gotta go," Sakuya interrupted her mother's thoughts, causing the pink haired woman to shake her head and lower down to give her child a hug. Returning it back with a nuzzle to the neck, the girl separated with a wink and a thumb's up. "Don't worry, if I could Ace the tests the Academy sent me, I'm sure I can handle whoever they team me up with."
"Just be careful not to be too confident. You never know what they may throw at you this year," Sakura wagged a finger with caution while winking back. "Good luck."
"See ya, mom!" She cried out as she opened the screen door and left in a sprint. How the rest of her day would turn up was just her guess.
But if her instinct was right, it was going to be something she least expected.
Boruto was tired.
He had just graduated not but a day ago and he was already wanting to get this over with. The ceremony was more or less what he expected. Just another school's attempt of hyping something up, but with ninjas instead of regular students. Being on the cusp of being a young adult and already a gifted genius made it harder for him to take the formalities of things like this seriously.
So when he took the time to count the plaster dots on the ceiling, he felt himself jerk up suddenly to the sound and sight of his best friend walking through the door. Immediately his disposition warmed, reflected by his broad grin. Waving ecstatically towards the familiar sight, he beckoned the childhood friend to sit next to him on the third row to his left where he had a good view of the outside.
"Nice to see you make it, Sakuya," He started with a cheeky tone, his eyes wagging in an attempt to make up a joke. "With how frazzled you looked at the written test, I thought you'd oversleep from post graduation stress."
"Ha-Ha," Sakuya drawled out as she rolled her eyes with a half smile on her face, plopping herself right next to the current Hokage's son. His crisp, clean apparel of a black jacket with red lines with a sleeveless white shirt exposed and similar pair of shorts with open toed sandals along with a mint headband wrapped around his forehead underneath his curly blonde hair. Fishing out her own headband, she jingled it with a smirk. "But it's so worth it. I'm just hoping our teammate and leader is competent enough for our class to not make them look worthless."
"HA! And people say I have a big head," Boruto laughed heartily as he beat on the desk in his hilarity. Despite getting a few annoyed stares from their mutual friends, no one stopped their loud conversation. Looking back at her with an inquisitive stare, he couldn't help but tilt his head with anxiousness in his voice. "But, you do know we probably won't get teamed up, right? It's not like we-"
"We will, trust me," She countered timely, raising a finger up while winking between wags. "Trust in my womanly intuition."
"You sound like an old bag when you put it like that," Boruto commented with a snicker.
"Do you WANT to be punched?!" The Silver haired Genin raised a cracking set of knuckles while wide eyes stared with near livid anger.
"Eh, no?" He answered dryly. "Who'd want that?"
"If I got stronger from it, then YES!"
"I wasn't asking you, Metal," Boruto groaned as he banged his head gently on his desk, forgetting that Metal was only a handful of seats away from them. Raising his head up to look at his now humored friend, he just shrugged with a wry smile. "I just said that cause we're just now Genin. If you're gonna talk like an adult, at least WAIT till we're Chūnin to talk all sage and like."
"What's the matter? Does growing up sound scary to you?" She teased with a lean of her head, her ponytail swaying in a brush over her right shoulder.
Suddenly becoming solemn, the Uzumaki grumbled as he looked over his left and said under his breath, "If it means being like him, then yeah, I'd rather not grow up."
"Huh?" She quizzed with a frown. "What does that mean?"
She didn't get the chance to receive and answer. Instead, their teacher Shino Aburame, entered with a clipboard with some thin piece sof paper behind each. While the Academy had always adhered to old fashioned materials and methods to keep the Shinobi way alive, it was rare to see so little material slumped underarm or in the goggle adorned sensei's grasp.
Clearing his throat, he addressed them in his typical dreary monotone as to why that was.
"All those who are seated as of now are graduates of the Academy. Those who did not were given a day off for reflection and a chance to work hard for what will be the next year's attempt to relearn what they failed to do this year," He explained, almost a bit sternly. Sighing when he heard no feedback, he almost grumbled but held back the inclination. Turning to wave a hand towards the door, he debriefed further. "Your designated Jōnin will come in one at a time to call out three of you. From that point on, you will all be teammates and the Jōnin will be your leader. Whatever he or she says, goes."
Clearing his throat, he placed both hands on the desk and beckoned without a glance towards the door. With everyone's attention fixed on a new figure entering, Boruto felt awestruck and Sakuya mesmerized. A young girl with raven hair with equally dark eyes wore a pair of red lens glasses, one that she adjusted as she dutifully stood in front of everyone. With a sleeveless deep red tunic and standard gear befitting a ninja, she also sported a headband of the Leaf, something that bewildered most of the class outright.
"Due to unusual circumstances we have taken in an exceptional recommended candidate who passed the same rigors and ordeals that you all had, just outside the classroom. She is a Leaf Ninja, let me reassure you, so treat her with the same respect you give to each other," Shino intoned, turning to smile calmly to the young girl. "If you would kindly introduce yourself."
"Of course," She replied in a soft yet serious voice. Looking at the class with a brief sweeping gaze, she bowed humbly before them just to rise shortly after. "My name is...Sarada. Sarada Uchiha."
Instantly, things made more sense.
Sakuya had heard things about the last survivor of the Uchiha Clan, Sasuke, who had been instrumental in ending the war. However, he had done things that were still seen with scrutiny by leadership in the world so she never got a chance to see him. Even her friend Boruto had never once seen the man. However, neither knew that he had a child, one to carry the blood of the legendary Kekkei Genkai, the Sharingan.
Fascination gripped Sakuya while intrigue held Boruto's line of sight. Where she saw something akin to a mystery of her origins and why she bypassed usual channels to become a Genin, Boruto was mystified by her visual mystique. Her slender appearance and soft voice along with dazzling deep black eyes that channeled something deeper than what he expected to see.
"Alright, settle down everyone," Shino grinned at the commotion it caused, but knew they didn't have time to have a full blown interview of the newly minted Kunoichi. Leaning to whisper something in Sarada's ear, the girl acknowledged with a nod and made her way up the rows of seats. When he saw her make her way to sit to Metal's right and Chou-Chou's left, he could instantly tell that the show-off pair Sakuya and Boruto deflated.
Chuckling, he knew exactly what they were going to act like when they were given the news.
"With everyone in attendance I will now be giving out the lists of teams," The Academy teacher began to rang out. One after another students exchanged glances, more than usually it was with people they were familiar with or that they expected -or secretly hoped- to be on their team. With one set told off after another, it came down to Sakuya's team that she realized with wide eyes just as their names were the only ones left.
"Sakuya Hatake, Sarada Uchiha and Boruto Uzumaki, you will be on Team 7," Shino finished with a heavy sigh, relaxing after saying so many names. Even after an exchange of glances were made he raised a hand to calm any potential chaos that might ensue. "Now that's taken care of, please remain seated until your Jōnin comes for you. He or she will call out your names and you will follow him or her. You'll have time to get to know each other before mission assignments are given."
Not leaving his place so no mischief could be made, Shino turned to observe the Jōnin that'd enter and call the christened Genin. Three at a time they'd leave the classroom, now at a reasonable volume of dialogue between each other while some were rapt with anticipation. Soon there would only be the trio left, leaving the Academy teacher reclining in his chair with boredom.
In the gap of time that began to stretch further and further, Boruto decided to make his move.
Combing his bangs ineptly back, he leaned around Sakuya to call out to the newbie, much to the silver haired girl's chagrin, "Hey, Sarada is it?"
"Yes?" Sarada turned with a blink of idle curiosity. "You are?"
"Oh," He stopped, clearing his throat and put on the best charming grin he could muster. As one could while shoving his childhood friend against her own seat to an uncomfortable posture. Thumbing up towards his chin he answered confidently. "I'm Boruto Uzumaki. I heard you're from the Uchiha Clan. Does that mean your dad is the Sasuke Uchiha?"
"So I've been told," She replied dryly, almost turning away with disinterest. "Look, if you're just going to try and get chummy with me based on my bloodline, I'm not interested. I'm only here because my mother thought it'd be good for me to meet people my age. Other than that, I'm not here to make any friends," Tensing up slightly, she finished as her stare became more dour than either of the two could've cared for. "What good are friends and family when lies is all that ties them together?"
Boruto felt almost immediately deflated. He was just trying to strike up conversation, seeing as he knew next to nothing other than vague history reports about such an infamous Clan. The fact that one cropped here wasn't coincidence and he wanted to know more about a future teammate. But her embittered response was enough to render him silent and sitting back into his seat.
Sakuya, however, turned to glare at the young woman.
"Hey, there's no need to act like that!" She snapped, surprising Sarada out of her own quieted disposition. Even as she glared back with her own onyx eyes, the daughter of Sakura stomped till her hands rested on the desk and the back of the podium seating. Inches away she stared down the sour arrival and spoke her mind. "He was just trying to strike up conversation. You don't need to shoot him down like that. The least you could've done was say you didn't feel like talking. The Hell's the matter with you talking to your teammates like that?!"
"Hey, I didn't ask for him to be chummy OR be on my team!" Sarada shouted back, raising her voice to the girl who challenged her so openly. She couldn't help but feel angered by this strange person who lectured her. Something felt familiar and irritating all at once.
"That makes two of us!" The silver haired girl sneered while Sarada stared back indignantly, unaware of any connection the two may had. She was far too angry to think clearly at the moment in this moment of uncharacteristic temperamental venting.
Shino clapped his hands, causing both girls to turn and incidentally bang their heads against each other. Stumbling back while wincing in pain, the Aburame Clansman sighed at what he been woken up to.
"Please, try to behave. Your Jōnin instructor should be here any moment-"
The bug tamer didn't get the chance to finish his sentence. A loud bang of the door being opened made a panting brown haired man enter. Affixed with a long blue scarf with the standard thin flak jacket of peacetime Shinobi of higher rank, he possessed black sleeves with a red band wrapped around his left arm and a pair of open toed sandals. Other than the spiked hair, he looked absolutely...ordinary.
"Hah...Hah...S-Sorry I'm late...Hah," The Jōnin staggered in, resting his hands on his thighs as he struggled to catch his breath. "I-I was busy helping Lord Hokage to...to...oh boy, that was an errand!"
"It's fine," Shino shrugged off, standing to his feet and happy to be done standing alone in a room of hormonal adolescents. Placing one hand in a pocket while putting his clipboard under his free arm, he nodded to him with mature understanding. "I leave them to you."
"R-Right," He stood upright, grinning more confidently to relieve his senior peer of his duty. Once the bug tamer left the room, he turned and addressed the three with a fist meeting his open palm. An energy in his voice and actions made it hard to outright ignore their new leader and mentor. "My name is Konohamaru Sarutobi! I'll be your Jōnin for the remaining time you spend as Genin," As they digested his name and his status as their squad leader, he raised a hand with sparing glance to each of them. "I'm sure you all want to spend some time properly getting to know one another so I have a compromise-"
A loud groan from his stomach interrupted his speech, causing him to scratch his head with embarrassment.
"-let's go to Ichiraku's Ramen Shop? I'll treat you guys out while I get to know you three better," He proposed ashamedly.
"I have my own lunch," Sakuya answered with annoyance, huffing as she leaned back against her seat and stared suspiciously at her squad leader. "Isn't it improper for a senior to eat in front of their juniors? What a bad example you're displaying, Sensei Sarutobi."
Wincing slightly, he saw Sarada stare at him unrepentant as well. The only person he knew that didn't have hard feelings was Boruto. Only someone closely acquainted with Naruto's family recognize him at once, and looked at him with big puppy eyes. The blonde son rolled his eyes and gave a nonchalant shrug.
"If you get it to go, we can just come back to the Academy rooftop. It's got a nice view and I don't think it'd be bad if we got an early lunch while we do our thing," Boruto answered with his arms reflexively crossed behind his head, a gesture that Konohamaru had seen his idol and rival done many a time in their childhood.
Bringing a grin to his face, he stood straight up with his hands on his hips, "Yosh! Then let's head off and get introduced!"
"Yay," Sakuya drawled out, feeling a tad disappointed it was about a Jōnin she didn't know much about apart from his Clan and ties to the past 3rd Hokage. Sarada showed no emotion other than neutral understanding. Boruto looked a bit excited if only because it was someone else he often spent time with when his father was more or less too busy to be around.
Gathering their food after a quick stop at the restaurant, the four came back to the roof of the Academy. While Sarada had a simple pack of Rice Balls and Skip Jack Tuna, Boruto with his own instant ramen and Sakuya with his bento. All the while Konohamaru feasted on several helpings of Ichiraku's. It was a silent, slightly awkward meal, made all the more apparent by the look of disdain the silver haired girl threw at the dispassionate raven haired Kunoichi.
Boruto tried to eventually diffuse the situation by looking over to Konohamaru with an insistent leaning gesture. Getting the hint, the spikey haired Jōnin sighed as he finished his last helping with a sigh.
"So, I'm guessing you'd like to know a little about each other before I tell you what's expected of you," The adult Sarutobi began, waving his hand to the three squatting pre-teens in front of him. "Any takers?"
"Well, you probably know my name, so I'll just say what I probably want," Boruto drawled out, looking pensively up at the partially obscured sky masked by traveling clouds of grey. "I kinda want my old man to get a hint at how amazing I am. I train with his Clones but it never feels like he's really there. But if I have to say if I have a goal it's to never end up like my old man and own up to the things that matter most," Looking a bit deadpan at his sheepish, familiar instructor he inquired with a bit of venom. "That good enough?"
"Boruto!" Sakuya snapped with a short jab to his shoulder, making him wince and almost fall over had it not been for his palms hitting the roof floor.
"Nah, it's easy to see why you're his kid," Konohamaru remarked, his eyes locking into Boruto's steely blue orbs. "Keep your head up, little genius. I'm sure you're going to be an amazing Hokage someday."
"Yeah, right," He dryly replied, looking more disinterested than before. "Ask someone who'd care for that stupid job."
"BORUTO!" Sakuya shouted loudly with wide-eyed anger.
"Hey, I'm just answering his question!" Boruto turned to angrily shout back at Sakuya.
"You two really are friends to bicker like that," Konohamaru lightly stated with a nervous laugh. Looking at Sakuya with renewed intrigue, he pointed to her which took her anger and attention off her blonde companion. "Sakuya Hatake. Tell me a little about yourself and what you want to do as a Ninja of Konoha?"
It was a reasonable if not deep question for her. She had no idea why her friend was acting more moody than usual, but she had a deep personal admiration for Konoha's mainstay vocation of the Shinobi and Kunoichi that preside in their peaceful village. Tapping her chin she looked up at the sky as the Sun peeked out from the clouds, forcing her to redirect her stare back at the brightly smiling Jōnin.
Grinning, she clasped her hands in front of her while explaining, "I'm just someone who was born to two incredible, if not odd parents. My mother is an amazing doctor and a gifted ninja at that. She taught me how to move quick, defend myself and master my own Chakra. She's kind and thoughtful while also being stern and authoritative. She really is a role model to me.
"My dad is almost the opposite, but a lot alike to my mom. He's cool and composed, almost to the point of looking lazy. But he puts a lot of thought and consideration into everything he does. He taught me valuable things and helped me understand the real meaning of being a ninja. He even helped me develop my own personal nindō.
"Never turn your back on your friends, even if the world abandons them! That's what I want to do as a Kunoichi. To be the one person everyone can count on the most. If I do that as an ANBU, a Jōnin Specialist or even Hokage, I'll do whatever it takes to make the best of my abilities for others' sake," She proclaimed with enthusiasm, much to his leader's delight.
Boruto couldn't help but smile as he sighed through his nostrils, keeping his slouched back stance on the roof, "Man, you have way more commitment than I do. It makes me feel kinda bad, sayin' what I did."
"Not having a goal just yet is fine, Boruto. You have time to come up with one soon enough," Konohamaru said in hopes of alleviating the young Uzumaki's concern. Looking over at Sarada, he noticed her being quite solemn as she watched everything neutrally. Her emotions were so guarded he couldn't tell quite what she was thinking. Waving a hand towards her, he tried ambivalently to engage conversation with her as well. "Sarada, got anything to say about yourself?"
"Not really," She bluntly answered. "I'm not here to be buddies with anyone. I'm just here to keep in shape and make my mom happy. There's nothing else to it than that."
"It sounds like you'd rather not be a Ninja," The Jōnin pointed out, cocking his head to the side. "Why even bother, then?"
"I rather not be the source of disappointment in my family," Sarada sneered, her hands forming into fists upon her lap. "My absent father is already one, I rather not take after him."
For a moment, Boruto could empathize with her. It was like hearing an echo of his own frustrations involving his own dad. But in a way, she looked far colder and lonlier than he did. He could vent and get mad at his face whenever he saw it. Him being absent wasn't entirely the issue, but the lack of presence in his family's life.
What was wrong with the young Uchiha to sound so bitter, he could only guess.
"You know, I'm getting real sick of the attitude!" Sakuya snapped, her forehead pulsating with protruding veins as she turned with an upraised fist at the now startled Sarada. "You got a mom, right?! You got to graduate from this academy, right?! Just because your dad's not around doesn't mean you have to make it known you feel like crap to everybody! You'll never be happy just sulking all the time!"
Sarada's blood boiled. Her being confronted so blatantly wasn't something she could simply ignore. Glaring hotly, she stood up and grasped Sakuya's collar in a tight grip, balling her own free hand into a fist. The sight made Boruto stand up and hold his arms up pleadingly while the Uchiha just stared back at Sakuya.
"What do you know of my problems?! Don't write me off just because I got issues you can't understand!" She yelled back, on the verge of throwing a punch. "You're not my friend! Not family! DON'T PRETEND YOU ARE!"
Sakuya felt as if they were moving in slow motion. Her arm propelling forward just as she could tell Sarada's was. They were too angry, she could tell. Her own inherited anger got the better of her and now pain was going to be reaped by both sides. Not even Boruto's sudden shout to stop could keep them from this fight.
That is, unless their Jōnin hadn't grabbed both of their wrists, leaving their knuckles inches away from each other's faces.
"Come on, you two," Konohamaru grinned disarmingly, still possessing his cheerful demeanor despite the fight that had rared to break out. "I know we got some chips on the shoulders but we should get along. After all, we're a team, and we should settle it as such.
"Speaking of which, I was going to tell you about this little test I got arranged for you three. Call it a secret Genin trial for you to pass if you really have the motivation of being ninja. You fail, you'll have to restart the whole next year with rookies and failures of this last test. Game for that?" He finished, eyeing the three with renewed vigor.
Sakuya and Sarada mulled it over as his hands released theirs slowly. Backing away they both stewed at the intensity they almost launched at each other with. One felt opinionated about her own attitude and the other didn't condone it. But the idea of their own career as Kunoichi being jeopardized made them reevaluate their petty grudge.
"Sure, I'm game," Sakuya wryly smirked, crossing her arms over her chest while cocking her head at an angle that spoke volumes about her confidence. "What about you, miss depressed? You think you wanna back out and take a year proper in the academy? I'm sure it'll be a breeze with the blood in your veins."
Earning a twitch of anger, Sarada coolly replied with a hint of venom remaining, "No, I'm fine with that. If it at least shuts your mouth and keeps your nose out of my business, I'm okay with it."
"...yeesh, and I thought I had issues," Boruto thought with a nervous laugh, barely audible to the mutually aged girls. Looking back at his instructor, he just smiled despite himself as he gave a thumb's up. "Sure, I'll go along with this. But don't get surprise if I make you look uncool when I cream this test of yours!"
"Challenge accepted!" Konohamaru returned with his own thumb's up. "Let's meet up at the training field at five AM sharp. You'll probably want to make sure you don't eat for this cause you may end up vomiting. No joke, it'll be that hard."
"Tch, I can take anything they can, plus some," Boruto boasted with his chest pushed out, making Sakuya just snort with amusement.
"Get some rest then," Their Jōnin said, waving them off as he disappeared in the blink of an eye. "You're going to need it."
A/N: So, I find myself doing something I thought I wouldn't have any interest in. Writing a continuing series based on a romantic One-Shot I did! Who knew that I'd be doing something so audacious as actually make a "What if" scenario into a story that'd go past the one chapter mark? At least, that's my intention anyways.
I know I'm a busy guy, both in RL and in the written works, but I can't help but want to write this kind of story. Sakuya is a concept I find intriguing to put to work and I hope I made her well enough to get a grasp on what she's like in the first chapter. Development is key in this kind of story, so I'll work on developing her as much as I work off on her team. Even Konohamaru will more than likely get some much needed character attention, cause the poor guy didn't get so much in Canon. Where will this story end up? Who knows! That's the fun thing about writing a written work with not much Canon to look ahead at. The possibilities are theoretically endless!
Next up is Konohamaru's "Secret Genin Test," which you should probably have a good idea what it is emulating. However, what twists and turns will be put in place to put the young talented Genin off guard? What is their Jōnin up to? Find out, on the next (eventual) chapter of The Evening Saga!