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Sarada and Boruto walked side by side through the streets of the Leaf Village, simply enjoying the pleasant breeze and each other's presence. As they walked, she looked up at the Hokage mountain to see her face dramatically staring back. She found it strange to see her face on the side of the mountain—that was one thing of being Hokage that she didn't necessarily enjoy. She felt Boruto reach for her hand, gently intertwining their fingers together. She smiled up at him, not minding the display of affection at the moment.

Yes, she was Hokage (the youngest there's ever been, mind you.) And yes, she was an extremely powerful kunochi; however, she knew she didn't make it here alone. She knew that very well. Although she had many people to thank for her position, there was one in specific that she was especially thankful for. In fact, every time she glanced up at the Hokage mountain, she half-expected to see his face there beside her's, confident grin and all.

So yes, she was Hokage, and yes, she was extremely powerful by herself, but he was always supporting her along the way. So it was always both of them; always Sarada and Boruto.

She had asked her father if he and Lord Seventh were similar in their youth and if they had always been a good team. Granted, she knew of her papa's dark past, she understood that he wasn't in the leaf for much of his childhood, but considering how hard Lord Seventh had fought to get him back, she couldn't help but wonder if they had been similar to herself and Boruto.

"It was different," Sasuke simply said when she asked. She pushed him for more and he sighed. "That idiot Naruto and I were constantly competing—he was always such a looser but he still wanted to beat me. He and I were rivals—I'd argue we still are—so we didn't grow up being buddies and we hated to help each other out. It drove your mother crazy," he said.

Sarada couldn't help but find the image of her mother scolding both her papa and Lord Seventh slightly amusing. "Boruto and I compete a lot too, Papa," Sarada countered. And it was true. She and Boruto were always finding ways to playfully (or not so playfully) jab at each other and start up some friendly competition. Mitsuki sometimes tried to play mediator, but typically just found it amusing.

Sasuke closed his eyes as if recalling an event Sarada knew not of. "It was different," he repeated himself and she decided not to push any further.

And perhaps he was right, because even though Sarada grew up hearing grand stories about the old Team 7 or Team Kakashi, it was never about her father and Lord Seventh's teamwork. Yet, with Boruto and herself, there was a lot of talk and exaggeration about how amazing they were together—platonically—on a teamwork scale. Even before they were married, before they were dating, people talked about them as a single unit, it seemed.

She remembered what Mitsuki had told her after she and Boruto had been dating a few months. "It's amazing how you two work together," he smiled at her, "I've never seen two people fight together and be just as focused on each other as they are on their enemy." He smiled mischievously at her blush and continued, "It allows for some incredible teamwork."

After they were married and before she became Hokage, it was fairly often that they'd go out on double missions together. Mitsuki was busy with his own personal training so he typically never tried to tag along.

When Boruto had asked if it was because Mitsuki was worried of becoming a third wheel, Mitsuki shook his head, saying he had gotten used to that long ago. "Not that I mind," he added playfully.

Though, together, they were typically a bit overkill, they enjoyed the opportunities to go on missions together. It allowed them to escape the busy day-to-day of the village and still get paid. It was one mission in particular, however, that Boruto and Sarada realized they had somehow made a name for themselves.

They had gone to a small village just on the outskirts of the Leaf's territory to check on a lead on a new gang that had been surfacing. Because Naruto had no information on the gang other than a few attacks on a few small villages (including the one they were at), he decided to send Sarada to scope it out and measure how big of a threat it'd be. "It'll be good Hokage-practice," he said with a grin. And of course, Boruto had asked to tag along.

They walked up to the village's gate and the man on guard opened it upon seeing their Hitai-ate with the Leaf's symbol. The guard at the gate seemed to give them a double take as they walked through, but Boruto and Sarada had brushed it off.

Perhaps that had been a mistake. They should have taken it as a warning.

One of the most important aspects of being a Ninja is stealth. It's keeping a low profile. The ability to blend in is absolutely necessary, especially when scouting out for enemy rouge ninjas. However, the moment they took a few steps into the town, they noticed the whispers, they saw a few kids pulling out their cellphone cameras, and they realized the potential threat.

They would not be able to blend in, anymore. The enemy would get word that Konoha nin were here and they'd get word fast.

Boruto leaned over to Sarada and made a noise of annoyance. "I truly hate technology."

Sarada would have laugh given different circumstances considering how much Boruto had used to love technology. But after the Chuunin exams and his intense training with her father, Boruto had grown quite the distaste for it.

"Do you think this'll compromise the mission?" she asked, becoming quickly uncomfortable by all the stares.

Boruto grew quiet for a moment, then let out a long sigh, "Shit. There's no chance—we either have to move incredible quickly or…" he fell silent in thought, "You could put them in one massive genjutsu with your Sharinagn and make them think this never happened."

Sarada scoffed, "Don't be ridiculous, baka. Hokage-sama is entrusting me to represent the leaf village, I can't just put innocent citizens under a genjutsu!" she hissed.

"But are they even innocent at this point?" Boruto asked. Just as he was about to follow up with another snide comment, a young boy came skipping up to Boruto with a big smile. "You're Boruto Uzumaki, right?" he asked.

Boruto tried his best to plaster a smile on his face, "T-that's me," he visibly cringed.

"Can you sign this card? You're one of my heros!" the kid grinned, "I've always wanted to be a ninja!"

Sarada watched as a switch seemed to flip somewhere inside Boruto and he almost melted to the floor. He puffed up his chest and crossed his arms, "Of course! And I'll have you know that I very rarely sign these things, but since you seem like such a nice fella…" As he leaned down to take the card and pen from the boy, Sarada watched in amusement as the boy kept side-glancing at her and then looking down to his feet, suddenly flustered.

"Here," Boruto gave it back, revealing a sloppy signature.

"Awesome!" the boy gleamed down at the card and ran off.

Sarada gave Boruto the most unamused face when he turned to her.

"W-what?" he said sheepishly.

"What was that about these villagers not being innocent? Or have you changed your mind after a that kid handed you a card from one of your favorite childhood obsessions with your face on it?" she raised a single brow.

"Uhm… You know—you're right—we should probably stick to just going quickly! That's safer," he nodded to himself.

Long story short, they weren't quick enough and the mission was compromised.

After embarrassingly explaining the situation to Naruto, they both headed back to their home in the Uchiha compound. Boruto fell onto their couch and heaved out a large sigh. "Damn," he scrunched his nose up, "I honestly didn't expect that. I've not had any issue with my missions before like this." He looked up Sarada as she took his glasses off and pinched the bridge of he nose in frustration. "I guess you're probably used to it, huh? Being the future Hokage and all."

She shook her head, "No this hasn't happened to me, either. I assumed it was because of that stupid card game or whatever," she looked at him in surprise, setting her glasses down. "I expected you to be used to it. I mean, the kid ran up and asked you to sign the card."

Boruto sat up and scratched his head in thought, "What the hell? No way, that never has happened to me." He squinted and pursed his lips, an expression she found the Homage wearing often when they were in their meetings and he had to think. She sighed and sat down next to him on the couch, "They must've just been a weird village. Who knows," she decided.

However, in the back of her mind, she wondered if it was because they had been together—perhaps it had been the combination—a joint accidental mishap.

"We might need to use disguises next time we go on a mission together," Boruto suggested, looking sideways at her.

"That'd be nice," she hummed, smirking as she leaned onto his arm, "It'll give me a break from seeing your face."

"H-hey! I've got a fine face, thank you very much—" but he was silenced by a kiss as Sarada held his face and laughed softly against his lips.

And so here she was, walking down the road, watching villagers peacefully go about their day, and she couldn't help but be thankful.

The way she saw it, Sarada wouldn't be who she is today without the help of her blonde compadre. Boruto had changed her—for better or for worse—and she had done the same. She looked away from the Hokage faces and back at her husband, "Thank you," she said.

"Hm?" Boruto looked down at her in confusion.

"Oh, nothing," she grinned, looking away.

"Hey, what's the mysterious attitude for, hm?" he poked her shoulder but she just laughed and changed the subject.

"Isn't it a beautiful day?" she asked, ignoring Boruto's annoyed protests.


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