And here's another random one-shot! I really hope we get to see the OG squad back in action together in the Boruto Anime... but that's probably a while away.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!


It had been years. The last time they had all three fought together had been during the Fourth Shinobi World War and Sarada was absolutely amazed. She knew her mother was strong—she was her mother, and she practically taught Sarada all she knew. Her father had always been a bit of a mystery, but she knew he was an incredibly powerful shinobi as well. After all, you'd have to be pretty damn strong if you were considered Lord Seventh's only worthy rival.

She watched in awe as they had heroically battled, every move calculated, and every effort understood by each other. They barely even needed to talk! Sarada sat on the ground, clutching her arm and applying a small amount of pressure while healing it with the little bit of chakra she had left. Boruto, meanwhile, was past-out cold on the ground below. She glared at him through her cracked glasses, looking intensely at the cut that ran across his chest.

"He'll be fine," her mother had said when she first arrived at the scene. "I've stopped the bleeding, but his body is exhausted."

Sarada blinked quickly, trying to dispel the worry that built up in her chest, making breathing even harder than it would be with her two broken ribs. "You better be okay," she hiccuped at Boruto, wincing at the effort it took to talk.

"They're pretty strong, aren't they?" Mitsuki said quietly next to Sarada, his leg extended and tightly wrapped in bandages.

Sarada looked up, watching as her parents and Lord Seventh talked amongst each other and looked over the dead-rouge's body they had defeated.

"We have a lot of work ahead of us if we aim to fill their shoes," he finished, an odd smile on his face.

Sarada nodded quietly. But how could they? They were incredible. There was her mother, Sakura Uchiha: extraordinary healer, surpassing Lady Tsunade herself, and head of the best medical center in the world. Not to mention her killer strength and combat experience. Her father, Sasuke Uchiha: last member of the legendary Uchiha clan, possessing the Rinnegan and Mangekyou Sharingan, and amazing sword skills. Finally, Lord Seventh: known as the hero of the Hidden Leaf and has the Kyuubi sealed inside of him, wielding its power as his own through his bond with the beast.

Sarada furrowed her brows, nodding to herself, "Then we've got no choice but to become even stronger," she vowed.

"Strong words," Mitsuki said to her, his smile never leaving his face. "But I must agree with you," he said, "I too must get stronger so that I can stay here."

Sarada looked at Mitsuki out of the corner of her eyes. He was an odd one for sure, and there were things he said that she nor Boruto ever questioned. He had his ways of eventually letting them in on whatever secrets were roaming around in his head so long as they gave him the time to explain himself. Where would you need to go? she asked silently.

"Sarada," she heard her mother's voice call out to her. Looking up, she saw Sakura walking towards her, a concerned expression spreading across her face. "Are you alright?" she asked, kneeling beside her daughter. Sasuke and Naruto were close behind her.

Sarada winced as her mother tried to inspect the deep cut in her arm, but she pushed her mother away. "I'm fine, Mama. You should be looking at Boruto," she nodded towards her teammate lying on the ground.

Sakura switched her attention to Boruto's wound on his chest, closing her eyes in concentration and running her hands over his body with her healing chakra.

"Sakura," Naruto spoke nervously behind her, "Is he okay?"

Sakura opened her eyes as the green glow emitting from her hands vanished. "The wound was bad and it'll undoubtedly leave scarring," she said, "But I was able to stop the bleeding in time and seal up the wound. He'll need further work in the hospital, but…" she turned to Naruto, "He'll be fine."

Naruto's shoulder, before tense and rigid, relaxed as he gave a large sigh of relief. "Good," he said, smiling.

"How'd this all happen?" Sasuke asked, kneeling down next to Sakura to look at their daughter and Mitsuki.

"We were tracking down the group of ninja for our mission when we were attacked by that guy," Sarada nodded towards the dead body left on the ground. "He got the drop on me," she gestured with her wounded arm, "I barely got out of the way of a fatal blow. I should've been more careful—I should've been watching out for something like this—"

"Sarada," Sakura gently laid her hand on her daughter's cheek, holding her face. "You did fine. You can't always live your life on edge, what matters now is that you're safe," she smiled.

Sasuke gave a small nod, "Your mother's right, Sarada. What matters is that you're safe."

Sarada smiled, her eyes fogging up with tears again, and she tried to blink them away. "Aside from my arm injury, we had everything relatively under control. But then Boruto's arm started acting up," she reported, "He could barely keep up with us and all of his movements were strained."

"He must've overused the mark," Sasuke said.

Mitsuki chuckled, "He does have a habit of overextending himself in these situations."

"Sounds familiar," Sakura said flatly, looking behind her at Naruto.

Naruto crossed his arms, looking off in the distance nervously, "H-hey, I'm the Hokage now, you better speak to me politely."

Sakura and Sasuke, however, didn't seem to buy that one bit.

At fifteen years old, you think you'd be used to seeing your parents and their close friends interacting with one another. But moments like these were so few and far between that Sarada couldn't help but be extremely amused by them. She felt laughter bubble up in her chest as she listened to her parents and Lord Seventh gripe back and fourth at one another. It felt oddly familiar.

She felt something squeeze her hand and her eyes shot towards the motion. Sarada must've put her hand over Boruto's at some point, and now his fingers carefully curled between hers as his eyes slowly blinked open.

"D-did we get 'em?" he croaked out, trying to sit up.

"Baka! Lay back down, you're hurt!" Sarada pushed his body down with her free hand, her eyes lit up in concern mixed with relief.

"Ah, but I feel fine, Sarada," he whined, but immediately hissed at the pain from his cut. "I-it just hurts to talk," he said under his breath, but loud enough for them to hear.

"You're lucky Lady Sakura was here to heal you, Boruto," Mitsuki piped up, looking at Boruto and smiling, "It's good to see you're awake."

"Aunt Sakura?" he asked curiously, looking to his side to see Sakura, Sasuke, and his dad all looking at him. "Eh!? Sensei and Dad are here too!?" he yelled, then coughed, then flinched. "Holy shit, my chest hurts," he hissed.

"Mitsuki sent a snake," Naruto informed, "Sasuke and Sakura were with me in my office when it arrived so we all came to check it out."

Sakura shifted towards Sarada, taking a second look at her arm. "Your cut's worrying me, Sarada. We should hurry up and get back to the village so I can treat it properly."

Boruto jerked his head towards Sarada's arm, "Sarada! You're hurt?" he asked, reaching up to carefully touch the wound on her arm.

"I'm fine, really," she said, grabbing his hand gently and laying it back on his chest, "Besides, you're one to talk."

"I should've been able to stop him," he frowned tightly, glaring at the cut on her arm.

Naruto walked closer to Boruto, grinning broadly, "You did fine, son. Don't get too upset."

Boruto looked up at his dad, his frown loosening for a moment, before he tilted his head away and made a noise of annoyance.

Sasuke stood up, activating his Rinnegan and creating a portal to the Hidden Leaf Village. "Hurry, I can only keep it open for a short amount of time," he said.

Sarada stood, helping Boruto up and letting him lean on her. Sakura helped Mitsuki up as Naruto jumped through the portal after Sasuke.

"You did everything you needed to," Sarada said quietly to Boruto as she made her way to the portal her father had opened up.

"You got hurt—"

"And so did you," she cut him off with a fierce glare, "Consider us even."

Boruto sighed, smiling weakly at her. "…Alright, even," he said, leaning over and kissing her on the forehead. "So long as you buy me a burger," he grinned.

She felt her cheeks heat up, but she ignored them. "Aren't you the one who's suppose to pay for the dates?" she asked, pushing his nose to move his face back.

"Yes, but you owe me, obviously," he said dramatically while they walked through the portal.

Sarada scoffed, "More like you're broke, obviously," she mocked him playfully, leaning her head to touch his shoulder. "But, if you'd rather me pay for your reason then I suppose I could," she said, squeezing his hand in hers.

They walked slowly behind the rest, and Sarada couldn't help but marvel at how strong their parents were. Sure, she wanted to become strong enough to surpass them, but she also wanted to become stronger for other reasons. She shifted her head upwards from his shoulder and looked up at him and smiled.


R&R,

LovelySheree