A/N: Alright. I've been on hiatus for quite a while… Shit happened. Two years happened, finding out I had an incurable, genetic and possibly fatal defect happened, IB happened, lots of things happened.

Life loves to throw watermelons at my face. It's complicated.

Reading back on my old fanfics, I realised how shit and how Mary/Gary Sue/Stu all my OC's were. No depth, knows everything, a steaming pile of shit.

I decided to start all over. This time, I ain't messing with canon. No, I'm starting a whole new era.

I hope nobody's done this before. It's hard to do, but it's gonna be great.

The story takes place some twenty/thirty years after Boruto becomes a genin. We're going to assume nothing interesting happens during that time. Peace, fruits, happiness, technology, all that shit.

Then comes politics and sudden hostile changes. Be warned if you're not into Game of Thrones style 'you win or you die' politics. Shit is gonna get dark, and fast.

I'm not a second George RR Martin but I DO kill off characters. Just be warned, because, unexpected character deaths might upset you.

The main focus isn't going to be on Naruto's descendants. I'm going for an unorthodox angle. The main character is my latest original character, an incredibly flawed, badmouthed, angry little Nara. Warning for teenage angst, sometimes warranted and sometimes not. We all throw petty tantrums sometimes, maybe over something stupid, maybe not.

Also, since in canon, by the time Naruto is the Hokage, technology has pretty much caught up to the 21st century. There will be SOME future tech in my fanfiction. No cars or anything though, because since shinobi exist, they have no reason to actually invent any transportation more advanced than carriages.

This fanfiction is my fucking pride and joy. It's been a lingering plot bunny for a while now, and seriously, I have never written so many words for a fanfiction before. I've never had the drive to actually finish one or plot for one with an extended, detailed plotline.

By the way, if you're completely confused about the background of this fanfiction, I can create an interlude chapter wherein I will describe the events that have happened since the end of the Fourth Shinobi War in complete detail. If not...

Let the games begin.

May – Gogatsu – 五月

SARADA I

"That is all, Hokage-sama."

Sarada nodded. "Dismissed. Please notify the Hatake clan about Chunin Hatake's condition."

"Hai, Hokage-sama."

Sarada Uchiha sighed. A fine shinobi had been broken today, her own student, nonetheless. "Spider, I'm taking a break. I will be back as soon as possible."

Spider, her personal ANBU, bowed without a word as she exited the room.

She was not going to take a break when she had someone to visit. Shunshinning towards the hospital, she asked for Hatake Akira's room number.

"He is in room three hundred and seventy, Hokage-sama. He is quite distraught."

Of course he is distraught, you dimwit, he just lost his career! Sarada wanted to snap, but instead, she gave a tight smile, a curt, polite thank-you, and went on her way.

She entered the room. The walls were a boring white, and so were the sheets, the floors, and even the cloud-covered skies. A young man sat in the bed, staring out the window, when he noticed the Hokage come in.

"I would bow, but I'm currently indisposed, Sarada-sensei." He gave a taut smile that betrayed his churning emotions.

Sarada sat down next to his bed. "How are you feeling, Akira-kun?" she asked softly.

Akira didn't answer, instead, began to stare out the window again.

"I'll never fight again," he finally said.

"I know."

An uncomfortable silence stretched on.

"What exactly happened, Akira?" Sarada asked seriously.

Akira gathered his thoughts before speaking, not looking at his Hokage.

"Lady Himawari was not in the best state of mind," Akira stated quietly. "I tried to stop her from throwing herself off the building, but she hit my tenketsu and closed most of them. I tried to stop her again, but all she did was drag me off the building with her. I couldn't land properly using chakra…"

… And so he got paralyzed from the waist down. Sarada finished his sentence in her own head.

Hyuga Himawari was the current head of the Hyuga clan after Hinata had retired and gave the mantle to her. She was forcibly betrothed to the new Daimyo's son. Himawari had been devastated, and slowly grew mad over time. Naruto and Hinata did not agree with the match, but they could not disobey the daimyo; there would have been huge consequences that would have eventually led to war.

It didn't help that Boruto swore to kill the rich noble. As the Hokage's husband, Boruto really shouldn't go around saying these things, but Sarada understood—he was definitely right to be angry.

His baby sister had been forcibly married, her sanity and freedom taken away. It was a tragedy.

Sarada had sent one of her finest Chunin, Akira, to defuse the situation immediately after one of her shinobi had reported Lady Himawari sitting on the edge of a tall building, staring into the depths. Akira was only paralyzed due to a last minute burst of chakra from one of his unclosed tenketsu, but Himawari was not so lucky.

Sarada's predecessor, Himawari's father and Seventh Hokage Uzumaki Naruto was very unhappy. Like his son, he agreed that they should take up arms against the daimyo, but that was not possible if Sarada was trying to avoid war.

Why do we pretend the daimyo have all the power in the world, when one of our Genin could probably kill him in a one against one battle? It was the first time Sarada grew wary of the Seventh. Naruto had never given her a reason to be wary of him, but what he spoke of was treason.

Himawari left five children, the oldest being her twelve year old son, Neji. He had been devastated. The poor boy was not even a Genin yet.

"I see," Sarada finally replied. "Akira, I know you like children, and would have become a fine Jonin sensei one day." Akira flinched at the mention of something he would never be now.

"Would you like to be a Chunin academy instructor instead?"

Given a new purpose, Akira's eyes began to light with cautious hope. "I'll… I'll think about it, sensei."

"Take all the time you need. Konoha still needs fine people like you." Sarada stood up, and turned to leave. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. There are perks to being the Hokage's student, you know."

"I will."

"Your family will be coming soon. They're worried about you."

"Mm."

Sarada exited the room, and saw Akira's father Hatake Obito pushing a wheelchair with Kakashi, Obito's father, still in it. Kakashi was still a perverted old man, but Anko had tamed him well in regards to their son.

On Obito's left was Akira's eldest brother, Tatsuo, and on his left was Akira's second oldest brother, Asuma. Mirai Sarutobi, Obito's wife and mother of three boys, were marching at the front.

"Hokage-sama, how is my son?" she seemed incredibly worried.

"I offer my condolences. He has no use of his legs," Sarada admitted grimly as the woman began to sob uncontrollably. "Mirai-san, do not worry for his future. I made him consider a position at the academy as a teacher. If he accepts, he will do brilliantly. Shino-san will appreciate help with the students. I am also at your service should you require anything."

Obito nodded solemnly. "Thank you, Hokage-sama."

Kakashi gave a small smile, although nobody could see under his mask.

The Hatake family entered Akira's room, and Sarada sighed before returning to her boring office.