I laid in the bathtub slowly kicking my le back and forth.

"Sarada-Chan, come down!" I ignored my mother's desperate calls. "I made your favorite!" Food, however, no longer enticed me to the extent that my goal did.

My Sharingan activated as shifted through memories of the past, memorizing them.

Not my past, but Naruto Uzumaki's, the seventh Hokage. "You'll be late for school if you don't come down!" I suppose she was right.

I had already memorized enough memories to be Jounin level in combat ability, although my academic and chakra level capabilities were still exceptionally ordinary.

By the time I had gotten downstairs, my mother had already given up on me and was doing something.

After all, she'd never discipline or let go of me, as long as she didn't have my father I'd be the only one left in her life. Which was depressing, but I took heavy advantage of it.

I take a sip of water and leave the house, not bothering to say anything to Sakura-chan.

My sharingan activated once I left the house, so as not to wince at the brightness of the village of Konoha. The same red tinted glow covered my vision, taking in the area around me for the millionth time.

I rush behind a seemingly wealthy man and put him in a chokehold. "Whurh thurgh!" Was his best attempt at saying 'What the-" after being choked.

He slams me on the wall but I don't let go.

Even though I'm top of my class, I've never trained a day in my life. Well not physical training.

So if I were to let go it was over, I'd be over.

Eventually the man collapses, and I do too, although I'm conscious.

"Huff.." That was intense, didn't expect someone so pampered to put up such a fight. But little did I know, the fight was not over.

I get tossed to the floor by the recently arisen man, who just so happened to fake his knockout.

Dashing from the floor, I jump and bounce off the alleyways, kicking his chin.
"Grr!" He shouts, grabbing for me.

But while I'm still in the air I grab his hair and knee his face, before kicking right in between his derriere.

I rhymed on purpose, very fond of myself as the man hit the asphalt, but I knew from Naruto's memories my work wasn't done.

Shortly after, he pulls out a pocket knife and swings at me. If I had my glasses on, I definitely would've broken them with this interaction with how close that knife was to my face.

I active my sharingan now, not willing to take any chances, when a man hops out of the shadows.

"I got your Nin-donalds meal master." What was this, a bodyguard?

"Argh!" I yell in frustration, all I wanted was a little money. "Wait, who is this?"

Now I started to run, deactivating my sharingan and pumping chakra into my legs to get them going faster.

The bodyguard starting chasing after me, but I had a head-start and was able to get out of the alleyway just in time. "Come here you little brat!" He said in a very stereotypical enemy way.

When he crosses to continue his chase I kick him in between the legs and shove a kunai into his brain.

"Now!" I say, imitating his voice, and the rich man walks out, dead before he could even get a chance to resist.

"Sigh."

I wanted to do this without having to kill anyone, but I take all the cash on them, both their wallets, and pile them up together.

"FIREBALL JUTSU!" I squeeze out, just barely able to produce a flame strong enough to burn their bodies to ash.

Welp, I was out of chakra, I might as well not go to the academy today.

I tell myself while heading to the academy, Boruto was there and I had to go, he's the best person I could've ever met.

Besides, I'd need to marry him to achieve my goal of becoming the best.