Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters of Naruto.. needless to say...

Author's Introduction: Hello, this is my first literary work I've had the opportunity to contribute to others. I felt driven to write my own fanfiction with the end of Naruto and the epilogue presented of the next generation, so I thought that instead of letting all my ideas and imagination of what might happen sit in my head I would seize the opportunity to materialize them. As I have never shared any of my creative thoughts like this I ask for any and all criticism so that I may improve my writing to a level this community would deem acceptable and I hope eventually exceptional. I apologize for any of the mistakes I will likely make in this first entry but I am committed to developing and continuing this work.

Author's Note: Obviously heavily focused on the new generation and specifically Sarada. I will be using my own characterizations of characters such as Bolt since I disliked the naruto clonelike personality that they decided to give him. Other characters may be slightly modified as the series goes on. I plan to use my vision of the new Shinobi world and may conflict with the evidence presented in chapter 700. I have no preset inclination to any pairings or plans for them other than eventual SaradaxBolt. I have chosen M rating since I would wish to make this work have mature moments woven into the story, if I am failing to meet the requirement with the content of the work I am open to any suggestions to reconcile the difference in expectation.

Summary: In the aftermath of the Fourth Shinobi war world has found itself in new era of peace for the last decade many have moved on to embrace the new era of peace while others feel forced along in a changing world. Will Sarada Uchiha firstborn Uchiha of the new era be able to revive her people into the new future or will the past continue to curse the Uchiha's future?

Chapter 1: It

Uchiha Residence

Sunlight leaks into a darken room finally reaching exhausted lump currently occupying the bed. Light brightly shines upon a dark blue blanket, bearing a rather large Uchiha crest, covering the disgruntled mass.

"Why did the sun have to rise today?" Sarada silently whispers to herself as she slowly wrestles herself free of her blanket with bed hair and sporting a unsatisfied frown as she reaches for the glasses on the drawer next to the bed.

She stares out the window at the source of her momentary bane shielding her eyes with one hand and putting on her glasses with the other as her eyes struggle to adjust to the difference in light.

Through the window several nearby blue tile roofed houses could be seen with the occasional greenery from trees tall enough to reach the three story houses. Behind them in the distance could be scene the most recognizable rock formation in the entire Konohagakure, the Hokage faces.

She gazed upon the faces of the previous Hokages from the First founding Hokage until she landed on the recently anointed Seventh Hokage. The Seventh had recently approved the construction and development of buildings on top of the rock formation and she could see the nearly finished new buildings. Immensely tall new "skyscraper" buildings made of steel and absolutely covered with glass like endlessly connecting windows. It was a rather strange design that caught the attention of all those living in the village in the shadow of such constructs.

This was all however of very little consequence to the young Uchiha who quickly turned her gaze back to her room. The room was a mix of western style decoration covering the traditionally constructed house her and her family live in. Much of the room would not be out of place in any other for a girl her age a dresser, a small closet, and a towering mountain of stuffed animals.

Sarada's mouth formed a small uneasy smile at the sight of her ever increasing pile of stuffed companions with slight embarrassment. It wasn't her fault her mother found it absolutely necessary to saturate her room with cute stuffed animals. Sarada much rather present herself as dignified and mature as her unfortunately young age would allow her to appear. She instead turned rose from her bed to stand before something that she felt was much more her own and stared at it with a neutral expression.

Behind glass display doors was a small collection of swords, kunai, shuriken, and scrolls that took up an entire wall in her room, much to her mother's dismay. Nothing was of any particular value to be for display but it was all scaled to a size she could (and has) make use of for practicing what little was within the reach of her current abilities. It was a collection of weaponry meant for training young Uchiha for war that her father found fit to give her.

Actively thinking of the connection to her father made Sarada lower her head and clench her fists "father" Sarada practically squeaked softly from her stiffened lips.

The momentary solace she allowed herself in the mundane waking routine she conducts habitually was over. Her head rose again carrying a grimmer expression emphasizing the weight of despair within her with eyes appearing disconnected from the world around her.

After a few hesitant moments she gathered her resolve and opened her dresser to change out of her pink and Uchiha crest cladded pajamas. We will leave the young Uchiha for a respectful moment as she showers and changes into her clothing.


Hokage Office

"I have 50 new mission reports that need to be reviewed and approved" Shizune meticulously roared.

"Representatives from the Sunagakure are awaiting an audience immediately!" Moegi exclaimed.

"There has been a report of a group of A to S class rogue ninjas operating in the outskirts of the Land of Fire's capital" Udon stated flatly without a hint of emotion.

Shizune and Meogi turn toward Udon with a unified "WHAT?!"

Within the spiraling chaos that is the Hokage's office, buried behind several stacks of documents pending attention, and on the verge of raising his voice against his more reserved personality sat Shikamaru.

"This is going to be a drag" sighed Shikamaru before turning toward the people in the room to issue orders.

"Prioritize what absolutely requires my attention Shizune and pick the top 15" Shikamaru dictated turning toward Meogi.

"Tell them to wait another half hour and apologize for the delay" Shikamaru then paused before addressing Udon. "I want this information forwarded to high ranking Anbu and order a squad be sent out to investigate"

Lastly Shikamaru turned to the most agitated person in that room and gazed upon his hobbit sized body musing at the contrast between it and his expression. "Uhm... Shikadai I-"

"Enough I get it I'll go out and play in the park or something" Shikadai blurted out cutting his father off. There was no need to be upset about his fathers unreliable promise to play with him today the young Nara thought. "Just don't try to drag me into the conversation in your defense when Mom scowls you for not spending time with me today"

"...Right... well have fun" Shikamaru stated hesitantly while picturing what manner of torture his wife would have in store for him upon his arrival home.

The young Nara merely shrugged placing his hands behind his with a bored expression as he walked out of the Hokage office.

Shikamaru merely sighed and shuffled more papers. "Whats the point of becoming Hokage if you pass off all your responsibilities to your advisor..." Shikamaru growned silently. "I'm probably not gonna get any from Temari for at least a month... dammit Naruto owes me big time for this..." Shikamaru thinks to himself.

Shikamaru turns a silent gaze out the window seemingly deep in thought. "Come back alright Naruto? This is your horrible life decision to do all this not mine. I just said I would help you since you'd be lost without someone advising you now and then" he thought aloud.


Uchiha Residence

After placing on her undergarments, further drying her hair with a towel, and putting on today's outfit not that she particularly cared for such accessories.

She now faced the mirror wearing her pink skort, yellow button up shirt, ninja sandals, knee high socks, red sweater, and a red ribbon her mother insisted she tie on her head that only served to make her already tiny stature seem almost humiliatingly childish.

"Well not much I can do about that" Sarada growned

She walked down several flights of stairs to first floor were she silently hoped her mother would be making her breakfast.

Much to her dissatisfaction she was not and only a mere letter stood out on the table.

"Sorry sweetie, I was called in early again today please reheat yesterdays leftovers" the letter read.

"That woman... what leftovers I ate those the day before yesterday! I'm starting to think mom is really losing track of what day it is..." Sarada vocalized sadly. Its not that she disliked her mother or would ever dare to question the necessity that she be at the Konoha Hospital, but sometimes she would at least like to see her more than every third day.

"Hnnn... I guess I have to make breakfast today as well..." As she quickly gathered the necessary ingredients from the pantry to assemble her omelette.

Sarada quickly utilized all the kitchen equipment with the skill of anyone greatly accustomed to wielding such cooking tools. She confidently summoned a small smile as she flipped the omelette.

However... the reality of the matter was quite different.

Sarada now stood before a plate with a mix of disbelief, disgust, horror on her face as she stared at a charred omelette that seems to be radiating an aura of death.

"H-how come it always ends up like this!" Sarada scowled slightly tearing in shock. It was beyond her how she could fail to execute such a simple meal. Despite all her dexterity, precision, and overall ability it was as if she was somehow cursed with a touch that would turn any ingredients into a product that would surely kill if consumed.

She stood utterly defeated sulking over her failure in the kitchen for a moment until a much deeper sadness struck her.

Another day she woke alone and hungry in this huge cold house that was suppose to be a warm and inviting home.

Another day she would have to wake up cold and alone.. She tightened her fists suppressing her shameful desire to cry that filled her tiny five-year-old body. "I'm above this, I'm an Uchiha! I must be strong!" she yelled in her head when suddenly a blurry image of her father drifted into her mind that shocked her a little.

After calming down ashamed that she would even dare entertain the notion of crying she frowned slightly to the side while thinking of her father.

It had perhaps been 2 years since she last saw her father and it was difficult to find a coherent memory that was longer than short incidents like playing, or training.


Konoha Flea Market

It had been nearly 2 years since she last scene her father, and 2 years since she first noticed it.

Yes it. That thing that made even simple chores like completing a simple shopping she would love to do for her mother utterly unbearable.

It always follows her wherever she goes especially in public.

"Whys that Uchiha brat here again?" A elderly man groaned as he walked by in a group of other elderly men.

"Of course, I need to eat don't I?" Sarada thought as she felt a sharp pain in her chest.

"Doesn't she have the decency to have enough shame not to come here in broad daylight?" Another woman nagged to her husband.

"How would I be able to buy anything otherwise?! You dumb hag.." Sarada exclaimed in her head.

Several other civilians audibly voiced their gripes as she passed by attempting not to look anyone in the eye. "There would be no point to it" she thought to herself. "I would just see it again..."

If she tried to stare them in the eye to say anything she would see it.

They always had it. In fact it was hard to think of a single time that anyone other than her own mother didn't show it to her.

That look in their eyes. That cold expression and eyes that screamed to her she was an unnecessary annoyance, some kind of trash or wretch. It always annoyed Sarada and filled her with a sense of unrelenting frustration.

Her train of thought was suddenly shattered when she heard "I told you not to come back here your fucking Uchiha bitch" a male voice yelled shortly before a orange made its way to the back of her head with enough force to knock her to the ground.

Sarada quickly got up rubbing the back of her head for a few short moments and stopping sooner than she would like to not show how much it hurt. "Don't these stupid bakas know that throwing stuff like that could seriously injure her! She was five! She wasn't some big adult that could take such throws lightly." she yelled in her head as she observed he hand tremble slightly. She exploded with rage and shame at her hand for being so weak, for her being so weak.

Her attention returned to the crowd when she heard a few quick chuckles and snorts from the people walking by at the fact she had been hit. She furrowed her brow and frowned turning toward the source of the noises.

There was a large group of adults huddled to the side of the center of the road where people walked faster. They all stared at her with it and it was utterly impossible for her to distinguish who had laughed. Not that she felt they were even trying to hide it.

"Hmph" Sarada huffed furiously as she turned to focus back on completing her shopping list.


Finally she had arrived to a vendor selling the specific type of apples her mother wanted. "They must have some rare qualities for my mom to ask for them" Sarada spoke to herself. "I'll have six apples" She told the vendor who previously had been half asleep.

The vendor turned to look at Sarada. She could tell he was less than pleased with who he saw.

"That will be 50,000 ryo" The vendor stated in contempt.

"But that's over 10x what they are worth!" Sarada yelled at him.

"Its 50,000 ryo if you want them pay up if you can't then leave" He stated grumpily.

"You have these labeled 500 ryo each it should be 3,000 ryo not 50,000!" Sarada countered with a small hint of pride in herself for being able to do the math.

"Yeh, Maybe so.. but... Who else is going to sell you anything Uchiha brat?" He scoffed nonchalantly.

"But that isn't fair!" Sarada cried back.

"Look I told you the fucking price now either fucking pay up or fuck off you Uchiha bitch you're starting to piss me off!" He yelled and slammed the table holding the merchandise.

Sarada was unnerved by the sudden aggression tensing up. She however wasn't going to back down from completing her shopping list. She tightened her fist and yelled back to the vendor "Just sell me the apples at the right price please! Its not-"

A red blur passed right by her face producing a loud thud when it hit the ground next to her. She turned to confirm it was the apple she wanted to buy. "I-I dodged it... th-that was aimed at my face... Apples are really hard. I might not be able to get up after being hit like that.." She thought to herself as she realized how dangerous being hit point blank range by that would have been for her.

"There's an apple.. now fuck off.." The vendor turned around expecting her to take the hint and leave.

There were a thousand reasons to turn back and go home for Sarada, but she wouldn't allow it. More than the very real threats of injury and insults it always gave her, what she hated more was being weak or tarnishing her pride in her ability.

Sarada tightened both her fists and held them to her sides in a stiffen stance "I SAID SIX APPLES!" she proclaimed loudly.

The vendor turned and for a slight moment it wasn't it in his eyes, but genuine and real shock at what he just heard as he turned to face her.

"Wha.." He let out in a brief audible confusion. But it quickly and surely came back to him and he appeared more furious than anyone Sarada saw that day. "Alright! I'll give you your six apples!" he roared angerly.


Konoha Park Playground

A small wooden bucket stood under a water fountain as a diligent girl carefully cleaned each and every apple observing in mild surprised how they appeared fully intact and no sign that they had been used as a projectile.

The girl took out her handkerchief and meticulously dried each apple before placing them in her basket.

"Heh... That's a 50,000 ryo saving. I must be a fantastic haggler!" The young girl mused in a preppy voice with a full smile.

Shikadai was bored of playing in the park and agitated his inept father failed to complete another promise to play with him. Not that playing with him would be any less of a drag, but a promise is a promise!

The brooding young Nara walked aimlessly until he stopped upon a unusual sight.

"Wha..." He let out against his desire to not get involved, but luckily the person didn't seem aware he was there.

"Hehehe Hmph... I finished the shopping list and it wasn't even that tough today!" The young girl whispered to herself feeling tired.

"I-I did it! Just like father would have wanted me to! As a brave and proud Uchiha!" A tear streamed down from her right eye.

"I accomplished my objectives flawlessly and" "hick" the girl paused.

"And there is absolutely no way a Uchiha such as myself should be anything but proud right now!" "ew" The young Uchiha continued finding it harder and harder to breath and hold down these sounds she didn't even know she could make.

"I am a p-p... p... prouduh!" the girl squealed out barely holding on using all the will she could muster.

"U-U...U!..ew.." the girl continued as Shikadai moved closer with just the tiniest of curiosities. "EWUUU!-"

Finally near enough to see clear features the normally reserved Shikadai was taken aback by the sight a girl hugging her legs bawling quietly alone in the park besides a basket with some apples and a water fountain. At first he was about to ask if the dumb girl is just lost but right before he was about to say a word he notices something he should have before leaving him feeling stupid.

Before him sat a girl balled up, crying by herself alone in the park, with... two massive red bumps on her forehead.

He could do nothing but watch silently as the girl carried on by herself.