In a deceptive war, a normal person with the composition makeup that has both the combination of vast beauty, and terrifying deadliness could potentially yield power far more deadly than that of a tailed beast. It is a magnificently immaculate occurrence. However, any moral principles that these individuals hold dear will be eventually lost, forevermore.
Sarada Heidegger-
Liberator
Chapter 2
'Himawari Uzumaki', nicknamed the 'Cat Rabbit.' was the nickname that Salada personally gave Bolts younger sister. Cat, despite having her mother's inherited shyness, performed more Shinobi aptitude Bolt could ever dream of. Himawari also had more humility in a single strain of hair than Bolt had in his entire body. Salada cherished the young cheerfully proactive girl, and Himawari likewise admired Salada.
Her shy demeanor was a magnet for bullies though, and Salada could not stand seeing her getting hurt by the boys. What was even worst for,' The Cat Rabbit', was that her, doofus boneheaded, brother would join in on bullying of his sister.
Salada remembered punching, and kicking most of the bullies onto their butts. Happily, the Uchiha heiress made it her civic duty. This was the root cause for Bolt's growing ire toward Salada. Her constant meddling was quoted by him as being, 'so un-cool', that's the way the spoiled Bolt had taken it. With his entire braggadocios luster, Bolt, could not stand anyone that would remotely contradict his boastful verbosity. Furthermore, it also came from a fatherless, four eyed, freakish girl.
How blasphemously unforgivable, how irritatingly disgusting was, Salada Uchiha.
Bolt hated her.
Ironically enough, Bolt Uzumakis, best friend, Shikadai Nara, new better then to believe in all of Bolt's self diluted assertions and questionable actions.
However you spun it though, there was one universal law in the world that Salada truly believed in, and that was that all boys were, violent loving, brainless puke heads. Moreover, with Woman being the superior gender, Salada had vowed to put the bold print on girl superiority.
Intellectualism and Salada were synonymous. Barbarism was not hers, nor was it prevalent, among any of the girls that grew up to womanhood. Men, war mongering, genocidal impulsive, men were the ones that were indeed the problem within the Shinobi world.
Common place was it that boy's always felt like they were the ones destined, to grow, and shape the world in there, testosterone driven, image. No matter the walk in life, Salada understood that girls, and woman alike, were viewed as nothing more than pretty faces to men.
Boys and men alike sought after, girls, as well as woman, as if they were nothing more than trophies to be won.
During, friendly, sparing sessions, a majority of the girls in the class, would always sit outside the sparing circle. The hormone driven girls would actively, holler out loud, and cheer robustly, for each individual boy they held a preference for. Indeed, although not surprisingly, the boys in kind would respond to such alluring cheer, with adrenaline coursed fighting.
As the boys competed for the girl's attention, it was only fitting that the Kunoichi's were smart enough, to laugh mentally at the absurdity of the boys. Well, at least that's how Salada assumed her gender felt during those lively, eyebrow raising, friendly bouts.
This was the Salada's life. She may have sternly believed in girl superiority, however, her thoughts on the matter would be more or less an afterthought. Even when she fought Bolt's friends she did not take her theories seriously at all. She took it all with a grain of sand.
Until one particular fateful day Salada began to change...
After class, the young Uchiha heiress found herself walking home. The normality of her everyday routine had become dull, and worst of all mind numbingly painful. However, this repetitive walk of lethargy happened to be more exciting today.
A wicked, rem stage waking, lighting storm was approaching.
Swiftly brisk were the heavy storm clouds above the city of Konoha. Covering the dusk sky above, the black puffs moved violently. The presence of the clouds was not dominating the sky due to their frightful cyan colored nature. The frequent lighting burst and roaring thunder was the attention getters.
Undeterred under the raucous thunder, the storm was to shadow Salada at any moment. Strangely enough, when all the people around her scurried about bracing for the momentous monsoon, Salada with calm leisure welcomed it. She felt a brotherly kin, for the radical atmospheric force of nature. Welcoming to her was its ever so fearsome power; Salada happened to greatly envy its boulder splitting, dirt searing potential.
'How visually awesome all of this is!' Yelped Salada mentally.
Gazing upon the raging gale above her, Salada, the heiress adjusted her glasses. Outwardly reveling in passionate enjoyment, she stopped to watch the wicked streaks of lightning dancing in the heavens above. During one spectacular moment, Salada noticed an electrical stream of energy transformed into that of a shape of a grape stem, brightly showcasing for only a nanosecond.
An incandescent smile developed on her face. While Laughing, Salada raised the palm of her hand over her head just above her eyesight, taking away the awe-inspiring gale above her.
A roaring thunderous boom sounded off.
Surely, a surging lightning bolt struck nearby causing pedestrians within the streets to panic and scatter for shelter.
Salada only laughed some more, and her heart was vigorously pumping all the while.
Yes, the storms chaos was dangerous, yet its unpredictable nature was nothing short but agonizingly alluring to Salada. The Heiress, sedately, kept her attention to her hand.
"Come on fraidy cats, it's only lightning. It may strike with frightening speed, and potentially deliver great destruction, but it is also essential for bringing new life into this world. ", Salada felt her eyes go blank, as a morbid chill ran curiously up her spine.
'Lighting, yes, is the harbinger of natural fire that cleanses out the rustic old, and ushers in new youthful life. Yes, to end life it will, but in its wake it will usher in new life. Therefore, divine chaos brings forth universal order!'
'Yes, your power, i am jealous of it all. How i bitterly envy all lighting!'
AN: Again, very welcoming of criticism.
See you next time.
