Chapter 3
Discovery
Only lighting itself could respect the sly suddenness that was about to interrupt the Heiresses thought's. Salada, became keenly agitated thanks to an aggressively pinpoint thrust that forcefully pushed her out from her deliberating thought's. With blazing boldness, Salada's acrimony demanded hostile action.
Spinning around momentously, the scorn girl, The Heiress to the Uchiha, hastily formed hand seals.
"All right, who craves a lightning bolt; not delivered from the skies but by my hands, Shanaro!".
A blazing, mold of lightning appeared into the left hand of the scorned Salada. Firmly composed was the heiress as Salada spun on her heels coming into the field of vision of her preemptive assailant.
"Tell me, 'Salad dressing! Who stands around like an airheaded nitwit in the middle of a street when the sky is crowded with scary thunder, and terrifying lighting, huh?"
Hatake Kakashi had always told Salada, during any serious altercation, to not waste any of the time given to her to asses her enemy, and her attacker, a narcissistic insulter, was giving her plenty of time to strategies. However, the Heiress of the Uchiha did not head her master's wishes. Salada instead rolled her eyes with annoyance.
'Sorry Kakashi, it may not be prudent, but I don't need to form a strategy against this halfwit '.
Scuffed Salada mentally.
Furthermore, the heiress was sorely disappointed.
'Whatever, I guess ill humor you for the ten thousandth time!'
Salada, the hawkling, relented feeling as if reality was pulling her back into her mundane routine. Oral lectures, paper assignments, shinobi weaponry training, aswell as the walk to the academy and back home; worst of all, Bolts ceaseless bothersome ass.
"Bolt Uzumaki! How surprising that it's you who would happen to clumsily stumble before me at this hour. While considering that this is not the route that leads to your golden mansion, I guess i should presume that you are only fooling yourself. You are here to do what you always do, and that's irritate someone that doesn't openly grovel at your feet. You are as unreadably odd as you are infuriatingly annoying!"
Salada spoke defiantly her adrenaline weaning down all the while.
" What was that now? Hey, you best shut your wordy ass mouth bitch!"
Crying outloud, Boruto as usual felt his short fuse get lit.
"First off, you snobby reclusive bookworm sleaze. My name is Boruto, and I'm not a oddity nor am i annoying! I happen to be the son of the Hokage, and you happen to be looking at the future Kyuudaime!"
The static chakra in the heiresses right hand dissipated to nothing. Salada was not fearful; she felt more intrigued than threatened. Placidly, the Uchiha grinned. Floating in the thermosphere, Salada confidence thick in potance.
'What happens next is going to be defined inside a dictionary as, 'All Too Easy'. All Too Easy, and under it reads 'Salada owns Bolt, twenty four hours, seven days a week.
Without a trace of fear or reluctance, she began her verbal counterattack. Her onyx eyes, all the while, attentively staring back deeply into Bolt's blue one's.
"Is that so? I suppose only idiotic, childish, losers become Hokage's then? If only your miserable wit's equally matched that big mouth of yours, Mister future Kyuudaime. Now listen to me real good. You know me best for my bluntness Bolt, and all i can say is that you are nothing more than a lazy moron who barely cracked the top ten in the rankings in our class!"
Boruto clenched his fingers into a tight fist while grinding his teeth together.
'She is such an egotistical witch of a girl! That's it, im no longer going to hold back. Nobody make a mockery of me like that, nobody!'
"Did i hear your right, you half orphaned, book nerd!?", Beginning one of his many essay lengthly tirades, Boruto struck back with ugliness that would make even Orochimaru snicker in delight.
'Who does this girl think she is to talk down to me like this anyway? She's destined to be my far second, yes! To being nothing more than my future errand maid!'
"Let me remind you that there have been seven Kages in the land of fire, and I have the privilege to call one of them my dad, and another my grandfather. The fourth, Minato Namikaze, was my grandpa; he was also known as ,'The Yellow Flash!' He happened to be the greatest Shinobi this village has ever produced. Now, my father, Naruto, is in charge of the village, and city today; he's even surpassed the legend that was Minato! So, like father like son it is only a matter of time before i eventually grab the torch, and surpass my dad! It's written in the stars stupid girl? I'm next in line, HaHa."
"I also happen to have some ultra awesomous history on my side. What do you have, miss S dressing? An abandoned house sitting cow, that you still call mama, who greatly loves to absorb all sorts of forms of abuse from your absant PaPa? What do you feel about your dad that is never home, anyway? Do you not feel sad, do you not feel sick, do you not feel unwanted? Better for you now to realize that your family history is filled with nothing but sorry disappointments, and sore losers that could only dream about being number one.
Salada had no response as Bolt took a breath. The ranting boy did not further wait for Salada's rebuttal opting to continuing on with his nefariousness tongue lashing.
"So, you unwanted half orphaned witch, i suggest for your own saefty that you stay away from me. My families greatness outweighs yours familie's prestige by elephant ton's! Oh yeah, my awesomeness will overshadow your disappointing underachieving ass for sure. And just like that ugly hidden away troll that you call mama along with that bitter bitch loser you dub PaPa, your highest possible achievement in life will be to kneel bitterly as a lowly second to an Uzumaki! The Uchiha are indeed the Uzumaki's bitches. Bitches that we leash, bitches that we train, and bitches that we kill!"
"Yes, your reality is a bitter bitch you sluggish witch!"
At bolts, hate filled, final sentence, Salada's eyesight began to haze. Her once patronizing expression hadnow grown bitterly dark, and hatefully fixated. The tiny veins around her sclera pumped arduously, something was amiss. Along with a decline in Salada's overall vision, she, the heiress, felt a skull splitting ocular migraine quickly form.
Reaching up Salada displaced her glasses while placing a cold,wet shaking hand over her right eye. The disturbed girl, riddled with pestering confusion, questioned the irritating pain that was pulsating from her right aching eye. Speedily, while with debilitating discomfort, she removed her hand from the eye she was cradling. Pressing on Bolt's claim's, the heiress felt her veins constrict throughout her whole body, her heartbeat vibrated painfully, as the life giving muscle pushed rigorously without mercy against her ribcage.
' Even if i wander ever darkly in an endless universe that could resist me from abandoning it, I can't, i won't, nor will i let myself fall into utter despair. In the face's of it's unending horror, i smile and whistle without a care.'
Seemingly out of nowhere, did these words pass across Salada's usually flippant conscience.
' Strange... At this moment, father, i feel closer to you then i have ever felt in my life? This feeling, this growing resentment? This power! I feel paralyzed with weakness at this moment, yet i feel a large dormant power within me, as if they're pools of dark chakra deep within my bones! It's almost like I'm a bellowing supervalcano nearing a grand eruption of ungodly proportions! Sasuke, mighty Hawk of Konoha, do you know what is happening to me?'
Bolt, a spoiled simplistic bastard, would be responsible for triggering the beast within Salada? No! The she Uchiha would not give Bolt any credit for her brooding angst. Indeed, the heiress would confront Bolt. The only thing the blonde bastard did, was guarantee himself an epic ass whooping.
"Pitiful underachievers, you say, Huh? Scum you call all my clansmen?! What evidence do you stand by, or are you just further reinforcing your blabbering foolishness?"
Boruto smiled on with conceit as wet perspiration began to sprinkle all around himself and Salada.
Fellow students; villagers alike ran past the contentious Salada and Bolt, seeking shelter from the coming tempest. Both youth's, equally stubborn but vastly different, stood undeterred despite the expanding gale force that was violently approaching. Yet, another storm was forming between the prodical children of the Uchiha and Uzumaki, the daughter of the hawk; the son of a toad.
Furthermore, this gale born consciously out of iron wills was beyond any competition that mother nature could conjure. Genjutsu also be damned for these's children's heart's of iron were coming together forming a furious hurricane that only demons, and angels would ever dare to dance in.
"Oh, that's right salad dressing.", Boruto pestered on.
"Your daddy's not here to tell you all about the stories of the 'Sage of Six Paths' now, is he?"
Muted was Salada remembering Shino sensei's historical lectures in reference with the 'Sage of Six Paths'. In all studies assigned to the hawkling, it was the history lessons that she gave little thought to. The Sage's, self aggrandizing, story did not sit well with Salada. The Sage was nothing more than a delusional man and not an all powerful deity. Also, In her mind, Salada staunchly concluded that the mystical sage was the ultimate narcissist. Crowning himself on a throne of wisdom, honor, and intellect, the sage had the gull to say whitch individual was destined for greatness or mediocrity?
How gutturally laughable all of this was, to anyone with brain cells at least. A circus clowns back-story was far more interesting to the Heiress of the Uchiha. Through superstitious prophecy the privileged sage lived on, and that's what lost Salada. Any stupidly made up prophecy, that undermined a Shinobi's inalienable rights was brainlessly absurd. Never mind how insulting the Sage was to the universal truth of free-willed individualism, anyone who believed in a pre-destined, fixated fate was a zero in Salada's mind.
Nevertheless, this mentally robotic, insistently moronic, lost boy seemed to believe in this so called immovable providence?! A deity that would see Salada as a lowly distant second, and Bolt the automatic, absolute first. With lightning like speed, it hit Salada. She was now captivated with the past, and as sadly ironic as it was, this twit, Bolt UzuSUKI was the reason why. The paradoxing satire of that very notion was mortally absurd, and Salada would never admit it to anyone, this she vowed vehemently!
Boruto pointed an overconfident finger at Salada as a thunderous bolt of lightning struck somewhere in the city of Konoha. Meanwhile, down the empty wind-filling streets, a well-respected Sensei came within the presence of the feuding students. He, the gifted Hokage level Shinobi, hid about in the shadows of a swaying tree. Ease dropping without giving away his commanding presence, the clansman leered on conscientiously. As dangerous as the situation seemed to be, the grown man restrained himself. For at that moment, enthusiastic curiosity was rulling over his better judgment.
With boldness lacing with cockiness that refused to abandon him, jolted was the Bolt.
"Take a long look in the mirror; than a good look at me salad dressing! We are evidence. I'm superior, and you're weaker; my father a winner, your Papa a loser. And with a prosperous future deep in my pocket, you're doomed to lose, and you are going to fall. You will be the last of your crazed clan; that's not saying much considering how weak, and pathetic the Uchiha really are... I'm sorry, HOW WEAK THEY HAVE ALWAYS BEEN! So, why don't you disappear from my face before I decided to speed up the wheels of time. To were i reach the part where I pound your skull into the concrete floor. You tragic Bimbo, you four eyed pig, I hope you bring my destiny to the presen-".
Before the slanderous son of the Hokage could rant on any further, a potently robust foot to the face stoped him dead in his tracks. The heiresses austere nature was coming out of her with fantastical result's,yet it was Bolt's antagonizing inclination that triggered her. The hawkling's outside features showcased a Salada that was focused; Inside the heiresses heart was darkening while she lost contorl. Amiss to her was her hidden behemoth strength.
Uchiha Madara, and Uchiha Itachi could see it even from beyond their graves.
Salada Uchiha's fritening strength was begining to stir!
Salada, the last feminine Uchiha, was now losing her well renowned discipline; the hellfire rage inside her was mobilizing an imfamous infernal beast! Stunned was Boruto, however his lofty endurance, and meticulous response time stayed true to his father's and grandfather's renowned name's. Sharply, the striken boy, swung his arms up swiftly catching Salada Uchiha! Boruto emitted a patronizing grin that hinted at anything other than playfulness as he countered his female aggressor.
"No matter how far you dangle from the branches of your family's tree. You will only improve your chances from nothing to nothing! Your stubborn female rationale when faced against me will only make your defeat that much more dellicious. It's been carved in stone, yes! YOU ARE ALLREADY DEFEATED!"
"BELIEVE THAT!"
With a momentous swing, Boruto flung Salada, like a rag doll, into the stone wall fixed on the streets edge.
The heiress proceded to strenuously fall and awkwardly ground herself on top of a slippery garbage disposal lid. Salada went limp in shock achingly slidding off the top of the nasty lid. Gracelessly, the Uchiha heiress crashed onto the detailed ground below her. From the the garbage lid, that Salada fell from, a wet pool of smelly sludge and rotting matter flowed distastefully onto youth's face. The horrid smell was beyond vomit inducing; Salada willfully forced herself to only gag. In appearance, her slime covered face was nearing cherry red. The shocking humiliation was as seldomly alien as it was humiliatingly sickening to her, the brooding heiress.
In the fall her glasses fell off;they were now mangled and broken. Struggling to focus her muddy vision, Salada took note of the burgeoning torment developing in her right eye.
The sickly heiress looked up as Boruto faced her. Now nearly midnight dark was the sky, so the humiliated Uchiha could not even make out anything at all. Yet, In her field of blurred vision, a lightning bolt illuminated a boastful Bolt. As the hokage's son stood without any fear, the wicked storm that generated vast amounts of lighting seemed to add a element of affirmed strength to Bolt.
In one of the storm's brief illumination's, Salada squintingly made out the Uzumaki's extended out arms. Holding his wet fist's outwardly, both of his thumbs could be seen pointing downward.
Riledly reinvigorated, Salada briskly spun up her legs hastily, promptly finding her footing on the ground in a blink of an eye. With all her agility backed with anger, the heated heiress solidly pressed the cocky Bolt. The hawkling's mighty Taijutsu prowess was now being put into full display for all the ugly storm to wickedly showcase. She, the scorn teen, abandoned her stoic stature, for it was washed away in a sea of unhinged rage. However, the angered heiress was not using her greatest asset anymore. Her logically sound mind.
Rapidly lambasting the blonde haired bully before her, with chakra latent punches, Salada impulsivly attacked Bolt with all but total reckless abandonment. Sakura's daughter, true to her mother's name, molded her chakra to designed perfection.
However, the hawkling's energetic counter attack's quickly ended due to startled shock. What rose the uncanny distrubance within Salada, was the fact that Bolt despite being thickly assaulted held a, strong willed, impassively snarky smile?! Even after easily getting a bloody nose and bloodstained lip, Bolt's cavalier frame of mind remained intact. Naruto's son would now demonstrate further his grand ease perfectly by antagonizing Salada even further with more of his abhorrent verbal provocation's.
"Let me tell you something my mother once told me!", Spoke the self aggrandizing Boruto.
"Her cousin; my uncle, Neji, told her destiny could not be changed, and that it had been decided for us all at the moment of birth's! So, go ahead. You light-headed, salad cunt dressing, bimbo bookworm! Strike me with all the force, and anger in this world. Do all you can to push me to the brink. Try to beat me down to the point where my bones should splinter through my skin. Because when all that does not comes to past, i will be proven correct, and you will know that you are cursed to chase my shadow for all time. You useless beta bitch chasing me the alpha wolf. Yes, that unfair weight will be yours to carry forever. Sweet heart, your sad destiny of being nothing more than a glorified stepping stone for greater men started before you even existed!"
Salada, was no longer outwardly composed. The Uchiha face's exhibited all the disgust she could willfully muster. The heiress was ready to take her training wheels off, and bear her sharp talon's deep into her adversary's blue eye's. Any Shinobi with a double digit IQ could see through Bolt's bombastic idiocy. Yet, the bad news was that the Uzumaki was indeed getting under Salada's skin deeply. A wrong move within her personal space could sink her sanity completely.
Bolt, unknowingly, was not plucking the feathers off a hapless chick. The blonde bully,dangerously, was ruffling the feathers of a perilous hawk!
"You see you brunette flower, all the prophetic knowledge in which uncle Neji spoke is indeed so true. It's all backed up, and further made true by all the stories of your people! Your family history has no shortage of epic loser's! I bet you a finely crafted Kunai you see it now, Salada; you are most certainly no different from all those historical loser's. You are going to lose your greatest battles in life; blandness will be your eternal company. Settled down bitterly, with nothing but mediocrity to greet you on a daily basis. Just like how Indra, Madara, and your daddy ended up. Such pitiful flops that they all are. All of them living on with shattered resolve, lingering on with dishonoring shame! SHAME, SHAME, SHAME, SHAMEEE!. Shame that they all wimpingly fell to their knee's. Such submissive humbleness was the death of their killer instincts, their inherited great white shark teeth being shattered due to the impossible odds before them. And like them before you, you will kneel and take up their role as a pathetic bitch! That will be the height of your un-glorified destiny, a kings plaything, a captive jester made only for my entertainment!"
Boruto did not stir or change in complexion, nor did he worry or care over Salada's coming rebuttal. Proudly he stood, without a hint of uneasiness in his voice. Bolt Uzumaki believed everything he said. And this preemptively praised, self absorb, innately pompous, Uchiha girl needed to hear all of it.
'She make me sick this deplorable witch with glasses. This facade. This act of self importance. It stops now! I stop it now! She's not worthy to walk around the way that she does. Especially in front of me, a true born clansmen of the Hyuuga; a son of the Uzumaki!'
"When you look up in defeat once you're on your knees, I can't wait to speculate how you'll feel! I know that the weakest of Senju children could easily overcome you, Salada. A far, removed,deluded line of six generations of Uzumaki would overcome you by mountain height's. To grow from weakest too just weak, from a disgusting crawling maggot to a pesky shit eating fly. Yeah, that sad, but that is your limit of your potential, really. You, indeed, have a thumb size amount of sympathy from me.
Salada, enraged, felt her ocular pain double in her left eye and triple in her right one. Rage swelled in her heart as an unearthing beast rose from within the heiress. Bolt had nourished, with great success, the growth of something far more fierce than a tailed beast. A scorn girl? No! It was far worse. Could Bolt, with great negligence, have triggered the first developing stages of a grand Uchiha war chieftain?
Salada felt a rapacious thirst that she had never before in her short life. A terrible, emotional, frightful passion was now prosperously thriving within her. Furthormore, despite feeling humiliated and mocked, she felt a colossal amount of fortitude begin to cultivate beneath her goose bumped skin.
'Did Bolt, without the electricity, really believe just because he was Naruto's son that he could speak in such a matter to anyone so cruely? JUST WHAT IN THE HECK WAS HE RANTING AND RATHING ABOUT ANYWAY?'.
As Bolt came arm lengths away from Salada, he continued to not hold back his hurtful rhetoric. Salada's right eyelid condition had now reached an impasse that would call for a medical shinobi to treat her at a hospital. It looked like Salada was having an ugly seizure. The throbing pain the Uchiha felt in her eye almost made the heiress wish she would pass out.
Her Ire for Bolt kept her from losing herself to the pain though, the pain, however, would only grow as the hokage's son continued on.
"Who knows? You may end up like your mom, and become a handy-dandy trophy housewife that only knows how to comply with the words, "Yes", "Please", "No", and "Come". Now, my brunette dope, KISS ME, and see if you're worthy of being my stepping stone and future homemaker destined too rub my sore back and aching feet!"
Leaning in harshly, Boruto caught Salada's mouth with his. Utterly stunned by Bolt's perverse action, Salada felt as if her head was about to explode. The bully's lips were queerly warm with a hint of suspicious wetness.
'Oh, no you don't! how dare you! HOW BARBARICALLY DETESTING!'
With a dragons roar, a Queenly beast hollered inside Salada with all it's vocal fury. It was demanding the heiress into taking lethal action against the yellow haired dim-witt; she could not disobey. Skipping back swiftly, the fiery heiress delivered a blunt kick directly onto Bolt's unguarded groin. The young bully stumbled back with unbearable pain written on his face.
At Salada's returned affection, Bolt screeched out loudly, and deeply, giving off a yelp, reminiscent to an aggrieeved puppy. While caressing his vexed crotch, Bolt took his eyes off his preemptive attacker; giving the Uchihaess an enormous opening.
Beyond scorned and nearly blind, Salada Uchiha now had the wonderous opportunity to rid the world of a blonde haired imbecile!. With agility latent posturing motion's, Salada then rapidly,skillfully preformed hand seals. As lighting formed into her domiant hand, the vastly offended Kunoichi rushed onward with the very real intent to end Bolt's life.
Looking to, once and for all, prove all of Bolt's historical proclamation's wrong, Salada aggressively extended her chakra covered right fist forward. This blonde disease, by Salada Uchiha's blazing fist, would receive the due payment for all of his unprincipled wickedness! All the while, however, Salada felt as if a splintering piece of wood was embedded deeply within her right eye socket. Nevertheless, Salada comsumed by her chaotic rage, ignored the astronomical agony that had grown in her eye. The rage fixsated the heiress, and she was perfectly poised to deliver the rock shaving death blow! Yes, not even the jet black flames of Amateratsu could shake her as Salada let out a unseemly howl.
"Now, BOY! It's time YOU listen! YOU WILL BE THE ONE TO FALL AWAY FROM MY PRESENCE. YOUR SELF AGGRANDIZING CRACKPOT THEORIES,OF MYSTICAL HIERARCHIES, FALLEN GOD'S, AND DEVINE NEPOTISTIC IMMUNITY ENDS. BY MY HAND!"
As Boruto stood up, his momentarily misty vision caught view of Salada's, rock cutting,chakra filled hand. Stunned was Bolt, as the lighting charged hand came just inches away from hitting him on his frown line. Boruto felt an unwelcoming cool sickness chill him to his very bone marrow; for the first time in his young life, the Uzumaki boy felt something dreadful. Boruto felt as if an apocalyptic servant of death had come before him, was death now claiming him? Was he, the destined child, now experiencing profound fear? Was this the emotion Shinobi's felt just before they were about to die!?
With a screaming hand filled with titanium piercing force, the contentious hawkling melded with the physical storm around her. It comforted Salada, and betrayed it's objectiveness by allying with hawkling, the ever so scorn prodigy. Salada's Uchiha horrically intimidating demonic eyes shined fiercely through the unmitigated darkness. A lighting strike welcomed Boruto's eyes to the heiresses devilish eyes, and her equally beastly face. Yes, Salada Uchiha, the all but reclusive bookworm, was matching the intimidating aura that Madara Uchiha once showcased so regularly on the fields of battle. Pitifully weak, hopelessly broken, and utterly lost she was not. Perversely tough, indisputable vigorous, and horrifyingly able, she was...
Emanating a Shinobi coveted battle inclination, Salada became a fearsome monster,one that had the fitting mettle to destroy countries and stir up Tsunami's. Anyone that desired a fearless faculty power would surely envy the sole Uchiha female at that moment. The heiress, unknowingly with unparalleled skill, exhibited the fabled theatrics of famed villain's of the past.
What in the holy name of the 'Sage of Six Path's', did Boruto unleash upon the world? Was this the real Salada Uchiha? A frightful beast of a girl? A BUDING GOLIATH OF THE UCHIHA?! Could Boruto be peering into the ocean depths of the truest side of her soul? If that sentiment held any truth, then this 'she goliath' was hiding a force of bombastic physicality that could make sky covering hurricanes, and land shaping earthquakes pause with envy! Unbridled from her restraints, nobody in the shinobi world could match the she goliath's crazed fury. And with this covted power, most surely, Salada sought to inflict unbearable pain, and to Boruto's own realized terror, certain death!
'Wh...WHA...What the heck? What am i seeing right now?'
Boruto felt younger than his annoying sister, shamefully cowering, finding himself treasuring the one thing that his sister wanted most. Yes, right now Boruto wanted nothing else but his mommy.
Lady Uchiha, all of her bitter rage, melancholic angst, and bitter sorrow blended into one fiery combative force. She, even worst, was perfectly synching with the lighting storm around her, as if she held a charismatic link with the hellish monsoon?
'Could this be the curse of Darkness?'
Frozen with paralyzed fear, Boruto found himself too terrified to counter all the forces that were now solely allied with Salada Uchiha!
"What the heck is this attack, and is she expressing right now the Uchiha hatred that dad mentioned that one time before dinner time?"
Boruto, to his monumental delight, would have the chance to think on all these's issue's further. A decorated Jounin jumped in intervening just in time to save Boruto from Salada's lethal attack. With an authoritative viced grip, the praised Jounin took hold of Salada's wrist; her iconic attack seized to nothing the moment the Jounin took grip of her hand. Right away, the air around the three shinobi gave off a light crackle witch was quickly followed by an ear deafening boom that blew out spherically in shape, due to rain it came into contact with. The ground directly below Salada's feet splintered, four meters out, in every which direction with wet dirt and splintered rocks rocketing momentously upward.
The tyrant of a girl shot a hatefully contorted face up with anything but surprise on her nothing but questioning rage, the heiress did not feel any nervousness due to the jounin's felt like she had been defied by an annoying subject did not matter to her if, her disquieting mother Sakura, or that ever so annoying meddlesome ANBU agent had come to stop her themselve's. She, the placid introvert bookworm, was now drowning in a sea of hatred. And her hatred called for Bolt's. Restitution should not be denyed...
The hawklings sharp fangs were protracted ready to savagely claw, and ready to do far more than viciously scar. She would certainly not break, nor frightfully bend. From this moment on in her life, weakness would be an afterthought. To stop this, newly birthed fortitude, she would have to have all her bones shattered and crushed into dust. She was bound to her hate filled will, yet would find the wit's and discipline to crush anyone that sat in the way of her ambition's. Still, this new flower that bloomed within her was a babe. However, it would sooner or later grow into a carnivorous plant hungering to devour anyone and anything that would deny her of her goal's.
"Salada Uchiha! How irresponsible of you to even think of using this dangerous technique on a fellow classmate?!"
Pulling her hand away firmly, Salada sneered at her sensei that had blunted her attack that was laced with retribution. His scolding, adulterously pretentious ass, fueled the black fire's of hate within her, amplifying it to mountain height's.
"Konohamaru sensei?"
Boruto squealed. The nervous blonde sprung back to his normal demeanor humorously fearing the Jounin adult over the blood thirsty Uchiha.
The smiling; giggling that came about from Naruto's son added a shade of unwelcomed awkwardness to the vastly serious situation. It was deathly out of place, ironically nothing could be more ordinary, or more naturesque of him. Trying all he could to formally greet his Sensei, Boruto struggled to find the proper words.
"HEY, Hey, Yea..Yeeee, Yeahhhhh... Sensei!
Thanks for lending me a handellll! Yeah a handel to getting a handel of Salad dressing here!... Umm yeah, bad joke. Ummmmm? Where you enjoying this wondrous weather over there in the dark over their by the tree's?"
Konohamaru sneered doefully down at the attention seeking applicant brat that happend to be the seventh Hokage's son. From upon his face, only anger and disappointment could fully be read upon it. His stern tone to come would have made the fifth Hokage proud with its unsettling regulation. Konohamaru did not have a kind friendship with the,Boruto Uzumaki, boy like he did with the boy's father.
So, it was easy to say that the robust Sarutobi chieftain did not cater to Boruto's ego either. Boruto always automatically assumed he would get the treatment his father had earned himself, an artless naivity to say the least. Much to Boruto's indignation however, 'Salada Uchiha', was indeed Sarutobi Konohamaru most prized pupil and favorite student bar none. Konoharmaru, the lackey of the ultimate chump Naruto, had looked up to that knucklehead enough in his life. Salada, an analytical genius who matched Minato's potential, deserved all Konohamaru's praise, and the entire villages recognition.
Lashing out lethally with anger, the Sarutobi clansman began to viciously scold Boruto.
"HOW DARE you, Boruto UZUMAKI?! How could you speak in such a demeaning hateful matter, and too one of our villages top prodigies! A girl deserving nothing but the utmost respect from the entire City OF GREATER KONOHA!? What would the Seventh Hokage, YOUR FATHER, THINK?!"
Boruto straightened up as his nerves tingled nervously throughout his body terrified about possibly facing his father directly.
If there was one person he would cower in when confessing his deeds, it was his father, the great bushin cape man!.
"Ohhhhh,NOOOO! Please Sarutobi Sensei! don't tell my mom, and my dad about this, please! Dad will KILL ME, and mom will argue badly with him again! It's too embarrassing to bear for me i can't take it!"
Konohamaru's frightful face lessened with his deathly eyes following as well. The youthful Sensei, had to realize that Boruto was still,indeed, very young, and was not fully capable of understanding what he was really saying. But, this was the last time the Sarutobi leader would be so gracious to Boruto!
"Alright Boruto. I'm patient enough and willing to keep this under wraps, FOR this one time at least!But you must genuinely apologize at this moment too Salada, and be a kind hearted boy and walk her home with me!"
Boruto stepped forward with his arms extended with both of his hands readying to clench with irritation; his teeth all but grinding out of reluctance. The Hokage's lone son was aching to protest, but caught himself in a deep stare with the powerful Sarutobi clansmen. Boruto blinked, and with a grand sigh kicked a foot in a pouting manner.
"Yes Sensei i understand."
With sheer dismay, Konohamaru rattled his head.
' Man, the nerve of this kid, just as stubborn as his old man, worst thing is he's not nearly as likable as Naruto was at his age. It is really a shame that he's this spoiled rotten. I cant help but to be afraid for both these's kid's. They both dont have the best parent's in the world. Especially Salada. I have my work cut for me with these two for sure.'
Konohamaru's bothered posture now turned to the dirtied and intrepid Salada. His blatant concerns for Boruto were easily comparable with his concealed worries for Salada.
'Kakashi's signature lighting cutting technique? So, was she really just playing around? No afraid not, that's senselessly unsophisticated of me. Salada was definitely aiming to kill Boruto! She in fact deserves far more than a scolding from me, But i have to approach this carefully. After all, she's indeed the daughter of Uchiha Sasuke. The very man that nearly brought the shinobi world under his boot and heel.'
'Why naruto, WHY! Why didn't you just end Sasuke's pathetic life when you had the chance?!'
While Sarutobi Konohamaru let his morbid thoughts depart, he now looked to thread the needle when approaching the heiress of the Uchiha.
"And as for you, Salada! Did the Sixth take it upon himself to teach you that dangerous technique before seeking my approval first? This A-rank Ninjutsu is far too dangerous to just blazingly flash around in a friendly sparring fi-"
However, as Konohamaru turned to directly face his prized student, the Taijutsu genius, Salada had silently slipped away without even a foot print to be heard. Boruto laughed out loud forgetting the fragile situation he was in arrogantly letting his mouth run wild without a care in the world.
"Typical for a Uchiha to scurry away when confronted with bad music, and knowing her family's history she'd probably be planning on causing more problems in the village than good. Such stupid traits. Whatever, she is an Indra decendant afterall. I believe that she may want to flood all the lands with the people's blood if she could. With her inherited hatred, that is. I can see it now sensei, The very day she gets sentenced to exile, or sent to the gallows by father or mys-"
Re-angered, Konohamaru took Boruto by the ear making sure to not let the pompous brat speak another rotten word. As he began to drag the slick haired boy home, painful yelps rushed out of the Boruto's throat. While flailing, kicking, and screaming Boruto seemed surprised by his Sensei's harsh treatment.
The beyond frustrated Jounin instructor decided to deal with the potential enigma that involved his prized student for another day. More importantly, Konohamaru had a bone to pick with Kakashi!
'Lord Sixth, have better have a splendid reason for teaching another Uchiha THAT DAMN JUTSU!'
Walking through the raging hell storm around her, Salada ignored the vicious coldness that the gusting winds were carrying. Soaked from head to toe, the proud prodigy had been striding in a lackadaisical pace for over an hour. The rain every so often would come in sideways with a bitterly unyielding, punishingly unrelenting, solid sharpness. The bee stinging like rain the wind delivered seemed to mock Salada for being so uncaring of her surrounding's. The mentally exhausted Uchiha did not heed the numbing pain any longer, nor did she fear the possibility of catching a cold or worst a fever. This thunderstorm, this substantial deluge, this mother nature conjured weak ass bitch was dwarfed by the hellfire tornado that was currently spining wildly turbulent within her.
The lighting lit the heiresses darkened path as the frequency of the bolts could now equate to her having a diming flashlight guide her. She would be welcomed back into the pitch black moment's later though.
No Darkness was incredibly relaxing to the hawkling. The soothing nature it gave her even helped reduce Salada's vengeful spite. It quickly became a second home to her, and she begged the question of why? Her trouble's, it seemed, could be properly counseled in the darknesses endless abyss.
A morbid expression gradually swelled upon Salada's face. An originally unique look to say the least. The ghostly haunted expresiveness of it would chase anyone her age away and somehow Salada knew it. Just thinking of Boruto seeing her like this, to Salada's pleasure, was wonderful. The blonde chicken would most assuredly be the first one to cower before her and quickly run away in a yellow streak.
"The prince of Konoha, Boruto Uzumaki, the future Hokage of this great village and city, Ha! What was that egocentric privileged nimrod problem with me in the first place anyway's? And what was that destiny foolishness he kept blabbering about too? Did i really miss that much from both the 'Konoha Deity', and 'Shinobi World Historical Studies' course's?"
With her curiosity deepening, Salada savagely bit down on her lower lip.
' Moreover, what would any of it have to do with my family and Bolt's family?'
Coming upon a street crossing, Salada took a left turn down an all too familiar boulevard.
The hawkling could easily make out the multiple lights that beamed brightly from the window's of her home. Not harboring any delight in dealing with her annoying half gene supplier, Salada strode on by her mother's house. The warmth of the heiresses bed could never trump her curiosty, not when it was blooming. Walking a couple more blocks, she reached Konoha's forgotten district. The Scarcely visited, and decaying Uchiha neighborhood...
Unkempt lawns, cracked streets, and decaying sign's; with vines creeping upward on all the ghost house's foundation's, the Uchiha district had fallen from all it's prideful grace. Walking down the once blood bathed streets, the heiress began to question what it was like for her father to witness the post horror's of the Uchiha massacre.
'What kind of trauma are you perhaps still burdened with father? Can you possibly have everlasting trauma, or has mother genuinely brought your heart to ease?'
Sakura had told Salada a pathetic abridged version of the slaughter. Her mother, the non-Uchiha, surely held back the full story by just telling Salada it was all bad politics that lead to mighty clans near extinction.
Politic's to Salada was always an afterthought, and she felt that governance was a waste of time for anyone with any kind of Shinobi talent, now though...?,
'Could there be a connection between greatness, the Kage's, and this ridiculously supposed divine destiny? WAIT! The Uchiha massacre? Was this all...?! NO, I CANT BELIEVE SOMETHING SO RIDICULOUS! IT ALL REEKS OF NEFARIOUSLY NATURED BULLCRAP. I CANT LOGICALLY COMPREHEND ANY OF IT! THIS LAME DUCK LEGENED IS NOTHING BUT A WILL DESTROYING, SOUL MURDERING, CANCEROUS JOKE THAT SICK IDEOLOGICAL PEN PUSHERS CALL TRUTH.'
Salada's screaming analytical mind was interrupted by a overly feminine voice that pierced through the rage of the storm's. The lighting storm of the physical world, and the storm of question's inside Salada's mind.
"Salada! Salada dear! Good heavens. Is that you!?"
The disgruntled hawkling turned around to see someone wearing a yellow raincoat that was quickly coming up to her. With disquiet wonderment, the motherly figure looked more than worried. Once she came arms length away from Salada, the heiress made out the tired rain coated figure's face. The pink haired woman's mood had a mixture of high anxiety, lofty uncertainty, and a smidge of anger.
'Let her keep her childish anxieties to herself. I won't let myself be influanced by it'
Salada mentally demanded of herself.
'You can be the benevolent or despotic monarch of all that mental weakness, Sakura! Just get that loathsome crap out of my face!'
Salada sighed as her mother embraced her harshly with questionable uneasiness. The pink haired woman had finally found her daughter, the glorified housewife of Sasuke, Haruno Sakura.
" What the heck are you doing out here with the weather like this. Aren't you freezing?! It's storming like crap out here, and you could cold a catch! I mean, catch a cold! Salada, baby, Don't you understand how worried i was when you didn't arrive at the house when you normally do!"
'You idiotic floozy. You know perfectly well, that i have never been sick in my entire life. The only thing that sickens me, is all of this damned pampering of yours, and you even suck at that too!'
With her anger not melting away, even with her mother's comforting presence, Salada turned her head sharply away from Sakura's.
"All my life you've held back a lot from me mother, probably because you believe I'm too young to talk about anything on a mature level, yet as annoying as that is, i cope with it. More importantly, Sakura Haruno, how much have you been purposely deceiving me of the truth. Just what are you hiding from me, huh?!"
Sakura felt an incredible amount of shock induction, never once hearing Salada refer to her with such anger possessed ambiguity?
The bothered parent responded kindly by gently taking Salada's cheeks into her warm hands. Sakura than turned Salada's face gently so she could view her daughters eyes.
"Sweetheart, what happened today? Did Boruto bother you again, or was the sixth late today for your early morning training sessio-?"
A flashback came into her mind, and for a brief moment Sakura felt close to her husband once again.
'She is not meant to live in peace, my clan was never meant to live in peaceful time's. I may seem like a fully reformed man Sakura, but i still to this day struggle with embracing peace over revenge. I can only pray that she's never dealt a hand that would lead her down a path like mine. But i cant accept that she is just an average girl. She's my daughter, an Uchiha, an heiress that could lay claim to this world.'
After a long lasting lightning bolt lit up the sky above, Sakura looked upon her daughters now illuminated face. The concerned mother was taken aback with elated astonishment. Salada's glasses were missing; her irises were crimson with streaking black symmetrical circles that sat in the middle of both of them.
Salada's left eye iris had two tomoes that were asymmetrical to one another that laid on the irises also new black circler shape! Moreover, her right eye iris had three tomoes sitting on its own circler shape! Pools of blood were forming on the edge of her daughter's right eye; thankfully there wasn't enough of the red liquid to spill outwardly down Salada's cheek.
With motherly instinct kicking away her shock to the wayside, Sakura took full control of herself emotionally. The treacherously worried, yet happily masked, mother found it prudent to ignore her daughter's newly created Sharingan's. Shaking her head, Sakura gently pulled an openly irritated Salada into her overly large yellow rain coat.
Walking lightly and taking things slowly, Sakura began to try an perk up her daughters disturbing attitude.
"We can talk about everything that is bothering you later, hun. Let's just get you out of this rain it's freezing out. Once we get back home, I'll cook some of your favorite curry soup."
Salada did not notice, but Sakura looked off to the side as she struggled to hide her petrified face. The medical Shinobi's questioning fear filled face, could clearly be seen due to the numerously luminous lighting streak's in the thunderous clouds above.
All of Sakura's reassurance fell on uncaring ears as Salada covered her right eye that was aching far more than her left one. Counseling herself mentally, the all but angst tween felt her mom's warm body pressed close to her's; she noted how for the first time in her life how unwelcoming her mother's presence was to her.
'The dark, the ever so welcoming light drowning abyss. It's cold boundlessness with all of it's supposed eternal complications. It is terrifying, yet it has ripped me away and claimed me as it's secondary tenant. I find it dreamily soothing, and i feel it will miss my absents when i go to wondering back into the light. And while i'm gone, it will patiently await my return. I have never understood it, and i have dismissed it with adolescent feelings of pompous weakness. Has there always been a reason for this? I never cared about it not until now, and i am going to get the answer to why. So, Sakura. How will you answer, and how will Sasuke answer? and this so-called pre-planned destiny that is supposedly written in the stars. What facts, if any, come from this curious legend of Hagoromo!?'
If Bolt's words even had a small amount of truth, then the heiress of the Uchiha would find out.
'I will know. If the gods can witness us all from the heavens above, than they best keep their keen eye's, and pristine ears fixed especially onto me!'
Screaming this newly formed proclamation mentally, Salada felt a momentous persistence tear down all the obstacles in front of her. Once the hawkling set her sights on something she would get it. Not the highest freezing mountain; deepest darkest sea, or her estranged untrusting parental figures would stop her.
Her thoughts, that were fueled by anger, felt as if they could materialize through the sweltering tingling chakra that was hidden deep beneath her skin. As Salada glared forward, her hand fell to her side not feeling the need to caress her right eye any longer. Another bolt of lightning struck giving her the sight to see her families famed crest at the walkway exit, of the once bitterly segregated Uchiha suburb. Prodigiously did her viewpoint cultivate as she oddly noted that something was off with her eyesight. For stingingly exquisite was her perception now.
With inner determination overriding any of her naive thoughts, Salada sternly rectified her baffled form. She felt the beginnings of an awakening within her. At this monumental moment, the weakened internal glass inside her began to crack all around their hardy seams. A blazing atypical inferno ignited her chakra as it began to speak to Salada Uchiha as it never had before in her short life. Metamorphosing from a pragmatic bookworm owl, to a vengefully impulsive hydra, the hawkling could not help but to delightfully relish the characteristic evolution that was taking place within her.
Salada Uchiha, was going to delve deeply in all the vast history's, and all the mysterious lore's of Konoha and seek the truth. She then promised herself one thing above all, that she would no longer register to any shinobi ideology, their sick indoctrinating practices had become all so clear to the angered hawkling. She could only trust herself and her own finding's, and not surrender herself to something as flagrantly superstitious as the so called, 'Will of Fire'. The heiresses Uchiha blood was lit; her mind justly tilted and acutely aimed; ready to uncover and discover. At that moment, all the glass of ignorance shattered into a million pieces within Salada's storming conscience.
'I evolve now! I live for me, and only me. I will, stubbornly, not let my rivals entertain themselves with the notion that i can be overcome decisively! I won't allow the Sixth to deter me, or let the Seventh guilt me. With godly augmented prowess, i will not allow my migratory father, or my feeble minded mother stand in my way!'
As Sakura walked her daughter down the wet streets of Konoha village, a hidden shadowy outlining figure in a tree just above the rotting Uchiha village billboard, jumped down onto the empty street. The well armored; masked Shinobi with long wet swaying hair stood, far between the slowly shrinking figures of the mother and daughter. The ANBU agent's head moved slowly downward, the elite Shinobi's body was frigid, and shaking as raindrops pummeled the praised elite; one of the Hokage's personal guards.
Fists now clenched with palms that were filled with cool wet moisture, the elite ANBU agent looked through her bird mask's owl shaped eyeholes attentively. The perspiration in her clenched fist dripped onto the ground in bloody raindrop's. The elite's body was filled with melancholic agitation. Heavily competent, yet still a mere Shinobi, a grand elite's stood with composure that was visibly shaken; all for none to see.
'I have none'
thought the vitality rich ANBU Jounin.
' Must i tell myself EVERY waking moment to never have any?.'
Disclaimer: Don't own naruto or any of its characters.
Author-notes: Reposting this chapter as i grow as a writer. So, enjoy this chapter, and don't mind in reviewing me any of your constructive criticism or positive praise. Thanks and see you next chapter. This is long hope you can bare with it. And tell me if you think it's TOO long.
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