Mujaki opens his eyes. He feels the gentle touch of grass on the back of his neck. Joyous laughter echo around him. He sits up. Gazing around he sees a row of houses resembling a suburban look. He finds himself in the backyard of one of them.

Children were there having fun and running, playing tag, and twirling streamers. He stares down at himself and gasps. Mujaki is smaller now, the age 6 or 7. The parents were also there. But when he looks closer, their faces were blurred. Like pixelated censorship.

Mujaki worries. He stands up, viciously looking around. No one seems to care. A kid bumps into him. That boy turns and speaks.

"What are you standing there for? Come play with us!"

The kid goes back and returns playing with the others. Mujaki stares at him. He seems familiar. The blonde hair, blue eyes, and whisker marks on his cheeks. The name is on the tip of his tongue but couldn't complete the thought.

"What is happening?" Mujaki mutters.

Sounds of wood cracks and crunch. Mujaki looks behind him. The wooden fence had disappeared revealing a grassy meadow on a grassy hillside. There is no end to it; the landscape appears to go on forever.

In the distance, he could perceive something. It's too far to see who, but he can tell it's a person. The parents call out, the sound is distorted and unintelligible. Judging by their body movement, they seem frightened. Doing as told, children run inside leaving Mujaki outside.

"Guess I'm moving forward."

Mujaki walks out the field heading towards the figure in the distance. However, the closer he gets the darker the cloud turns. In a short time, the winds begin to pick up and the drops of water are felt. Lighting strikes, forcing him to stop instantly.

He feels the roar of the fierce wind, the distinct chill of the water, and rising power in the distance. After the brilliant flash fades, Mujaki cautiously opens his eyes. He recognizes the figure afar, close enough to tell they were feminine. She is looking up. Mujaki looks up and his eyes widen.

Farther ahead, beyond the horizon is a storm, raging in the distance. Black and ominous, lighting scorching the ground below. His bones rattle inside him, the air escaping his lungs.

The female stands, unfazed.

Mujaki starts struggling. He feels something leaving him, tugging at his entire being. The sounds of everything near muffles, but the thunder still echoes to him. He can feel the depth of it. Inside the thunder's bellow, he hears a scream, a raging roar. It sounded like a warrior's war cry. He can tell it's female, in pain and enraged. As his vision melts away, one thought slips out of his mouth.

"…I feel like I know you…"

Mujaki wakes kicking and punching the air. He is drenched in sweat. His hands felt numb and his legs ache. He finds his teammates fast asleep.

"W-when did we fall asleep?" He questions himself.

Outside the camp Mujaki inadvertently sees Sarada, speaking respectfully to a huge white snake. Mujaki instantly realizes it's the same one he meets when he entered the ruins.

"Thank you, Shiro. I will handle it."

"As you wish."

Shiro slithers off Sarada's body and slips through the crack on the ground. With her bandaged arm she snaps her fingers. Barchiel teleports next to her, hands behind her back. Mujaki laid low, overhearing their private conversation.

"Yes?"

"Who else is out there?" Sarada asks.

"There are no humans nearby. Hardly any in the Land of Fire anymore. All the country has been retaken by nature."

"Not what I meant. Are there any more of your kind, here at the ruins?"

"Ah, yes, there's more."

"Dammit! Did you attract more?"

"No, actually. They've been here long before I set foot."

"What?"

Barchiel chuckles. "Curious? Wonderful! Encounter them in person. It would be pleasant for you to contact other people."

"What are you, my mother? I ain't meeting a deity. Had enough of them."

"That stings a little."

"Not you. You're okay in my books." Sarada ponders for a moment. "Fine, I'll check it out. Watch over those three for me. And DO NOT let them near the chasm."

"My lips are sealed."

Sarada disappears in a blur leaving Barchiel with the kids.

"Listening in on private conversations is rude you know. Well, for humans. Our kind doesn't really care."

Barchiel turns gratefully and confronts the young man. Mujaki is nervous. Seeing her simply move creeps him out.

"What are you? An alien?" He carefully questions.

"…By modern definition, somewhat. It's complicated."

"What's out there? Where did Sarada go?"

"Nothing important. Say, what are you planning to do today?"

"Well, Sarada was our tour guide."

"Do you desire me to inform you of what happened?"

"You know?"

"Naturally."

"Well, I have nothing else to do. Sure, go for it."

The other Suna members gradually begin waking up. Mujaki still doesn't remember when they fell asleep. And what was that chasm Sarada mentioned, why doesn't she wanted them there?

"Let's continue with the story. Shall we?"

There's a knock on the door. This wakes up Mitsuki. He sits up from his king-sized bed, his hair, a mess, and bags under his eyes. The insistent knocking didn't stop, it kept going. Mitsuki sloppily walks to the front door, when open, he finds his partner Sarada Uchiha. She is gleaming with unspeakable joy. She's also soaking wet.

"I did it!" She proudly claims.

"D-did what?"

"The first step! I burst the balloon!"

"Of the Lord Seven's technique?"

"Yes! Look, look."

Sarada runs towards the sink while pulling out a balloon from her pouch. Mitsuki rests on the luxurious couch. It's been forever since Sarada was this energetic. He fondly remembers Sarada used to prattle on about books, sci-fi stories, and history. Mitsuki genuinely liked listening to her, an excellent opportunity to learn about the culture. Boruto, on the other hand, always said he was going to die of boredom listening to her.

The Uchiha sits next to Mitsuki with a water balloon in her right hand.

"Alright…" She mutters.

Mitsuki looks on. For a while, nothing happens. Then, the balloon shakes. The rumbling becomes greater and greater until suddenly the balloon pops. Water bursts out in every direction, soaking Mitsuki, Sarada (again), and a good portion of the couch.

"Yes! The fourth one in a row!" Sarada yells in breathless excitement.

"Cold water," Mitsuki whispers.

Sarada notices Mitsuki's odd look. He didn't seem to be all there. Looking closer, she notices he is extremely tired.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you in the middle of the night."

"I'm fine. It's the Senjutsu training that has me dizzy."

"Is it really that difficult?"

"Yes, very, very hard. I've been training with the Hokage for the last three weeks. Every day. Whenever I fail a drill, he beats me with a baton."

"Whoa, no, I… Naruto would never." Sarada felt as someone had ripped out her heart. Her idol couldn't do such a thing. Especially not to Mitsuki.

Mitsuki shoots up."Wait, no, context!"

The concept of context is something Mitsuki is still struggling with. Sarada calms down. "Are you having any progress at least?"

"Yeah, a little. But it's still something." Mitsuki notices the bags under Sarada's eyes.

"How long have you been awake?"

"Eh, a couple of hours."

"How many hours?"

"…A-almost 30."

"Sarada!"

"I've been training! I've gotten better the last three weeks. Thanks to Kabuto, my chakra control has exceeded what I could do previously. And just within three weeks. Imagine what I can achieve with months. Years! I'll be unstoppable. No one will hurt us again!"

"Good to know you're driving is proving worthwhile. Still looks like you were run over by a cart."

"So do you!"

Both sit in silence for a while. Slumber virtually taking them. Mitsuki speaks up.

"Word is Hokage will send multiple ninjas across the land to complete some tasks. What do you think we'll get?"

"I don't know. Maybe something on the field."

"Maybe… I'm tired."

"Me too."

Sarada tries to stand but couldn't, the couch is extremely comfortable. She slowly closes her eyes, and her body goes limp. Her head lands on Mitsuki's shoulder. The snake child muses. She must've been really tired. Mitsuki looks down at her. Sarada works so hard, all so she could defend the village. An identifying mark of a true Hokage, he thought to himself. Mitsuki smiles softly.

"I'll protect you. I promise."

Mitsuki gently drops Sarada onto the couch. He gently wraps a blanket around her and turns off the light. With her done, Mitsuki walks over towards his lovely bed and throws himself face first, slumbering for the rest of the night.

Naruto sits in his office, early in the morning. There is a ton of official paperwork on his desk, but he pushes it aside. From under his desk, he pulls the Hokage's emergency sake.

"Bit early to be drinking, don't you think?"

Naruto didn't need to look to know his dearest friend had entered the room via the window.

"Doors. They exist."

Sasuke grips a chair and sits next to him. He forcibly takes the shot from Naruto's hand and drinks it himself. Naruto looks at him confused.

"You seem down today, something on your mind? Naruto notices.

Sasuke sighs impatiently. "Uh, I'm… worried. About Sarada. She seems to have grown…"

"In height?"

"Power-hungry."

"I wouldn't say-"

"She has been training all day."

"Well, there's nothing bad about that-"

"Didn't seem happy about the seal we placed."

"She'll-"

"And consistently asking about the Rinnegan."

"...That's kinda concerning."

"I'm scared, Naruto. I don't want her to become like me. I don't want that life for her."

"Easy, Sasuke. Sarada will never tread down that road. She has us."

"I know. It's what I keep telling myself. Still, worry."

Naruto pats Sasuke on the back. "No one ever told us fatherhood was easy."

"Sorry for babbling. I know you have enough as it is."

"Mmm, yeah. The Daimyō hasn't been cooperating."

"Word even got to the media. People are getting riled up."

"Don't worry, don't worry. I'll have everything resolved in the end." Naruto said as he took a shot of sake.

"Just like before, huh?"

"Just like before."

Both cheered before taking another shot of sake each.

"Sakura went to your residence. Why?"

"Ah, Hinata woke up sick today. Nasty fever. Himawari was terribly worried, so I asked Sakura to come over and check on her. To calm her nerves."

"Fever, eh. Thankfully, it's nothing more."

[Uzumaki Residence]

Himawari hands Hinata a cold drink of water. Hinata points at the drawer and Himawari places it there.

"Thank you."

Himawari nods then leaves the room, letting her mother rest. Hinata lays down on her bed and tries to rest. Her body felt warm. The hottest it's ever been.

"GET UP."

"W-what?"

"THE GAME IS ON. HE MADE HIS MOVE, IT'S TIME TO MAKE MINE."

"Who are you? I've been hearing from you for months now."

"I AM YOUR HATE, YOUR FURY, YOUR WRATH, YOUR SCORN. THE GREATEST MOTIVATOR. VICTORY IS IN SIGHT! DON'T LET IT SLIP."

Hinata promptly gets up from the bed, covered in sweat. She gathers her gear on the floor and immediately leaves.

Himawari hears banging on the floor. She heads inside her mother's room finding it empty.

"Mama?"

Uchū meditates on an edge of a cliff on an exceedingly far-off land, light-years away from Earth. Billions of stars shine across the sky, causing the silver soil to glimmer. The planet in the distance reveals itself as the cloud parts.

"What are you plotting, old man?"

Uchū smiles. "It's been a while, my student. Also, I'm no longer old."

Megami stops her feet. "Don't ignore my question."

"It's been so long since I interacted with Humanity. Let me have my fun."

"Things you find fun usually end up ruining lives," Megami says as she sits next to the Horseman. "You're up to something. I just know it."

"Kid, my divine laws have been disrupted. All by that blond child. I want to examine him."

"Do not!"

"But he's such a fascinating creature. A man that promised change and actually delivers! Why wouldn't I study him?"

"They are going through enough already. That Village doesn't need you toying with them."

"Bah! Shinobi are always killing each other. At least with my testing, their minds will be contributing to something grander."

Megami sighs hopelessly. "Master Uchū..." Her voice was soft and low. Uchū realizes she wants to speak from the heart, something she rarely does. She captures his full attention.

"Yes?"

"…I've been trying to do right. Forging my path." She looks down at her scabbard with her blade inside. "I choose to do right. Save people from threats they can't confront. And I feel like you're one of them."

Uchū jolts his head back. He is genuinely shocked by his student's genuine feelings.

"I… I…"

"My gut instinct screams at me that you are up to something bad. But… I trust you. With all my existence." Megami tenderly lays her forehead on his chest. "Please, don't break it. It's the very few things I have in my life."

Uchū remains frozen, processing what his student just expressed. Only his eyes moved. Left to right, down to his pupil, then the right again. He couldn't reckon the truth and affection being given to him.

"I…" Uchū pauses again. "I just want to see if my old theory holds up."

"Just… don't do anything stupid."

"Won't promise anything. Promises are meaningless." Uchū pokes Megami's sides. "Wanna poison a water treatment plant and watch as people start condemning each other."

Deep down Megami was glad Uchū said something idiotic. She bitterly hated displaying any of her emotions. The Ronin strained up and firmly pokes at Uchū's chest.

"What's with the fake personality? You're all… clowny." She said clearly annoyed.

"Huh? What's different from before?"

"First of all, you would've scolded me for saying clowny."

"I wanted to change things up a bit. Therefore, I choose to be young and quirky with a hint of sass."

"I hate it."

"Well, I'm the First Horseman of the Apocalypse. I make the choices."

Uchū pats Megami on the back, annoying her even more. Both master and student look up at the night sky. Two shooting stars flow by the neighboring planet. The two smirk. They never got tired of this magnificent view.

After recent events, Sarada thought she would be punished. But had to hope that Naruto would bail her out. How wrong she was. Yeah, her actions were extremely reckless. But still.

Sarada keeps arguing in her head. She could be out in the lands doing something meaningful. But instead, she's at guard duty for some book. She is so annoyed Sarada didn't even know what exactly she is protecting. She doesn't care.

A man sets a cup of coffee next to her. "Figured you needed an upper."

"Oh, uh, thanks."

The man is in his mid-forties, scruffy beard, slightly dark skin. His name is Yoshindo. "I'm betting you rather be out there in the field than sitting here in a museum."

Sarada only grumbles.

"Hahaha! I get it. Young people are always looking to prove themselves."

Sarada grabs the coffee and takes a sip. "It's good."

"Your welcome."

Yoshindo points at the display case. Inside there is an ancient book. On the cover, there is a substantial piece of metal and in the center there a hole where something seems to be inserted. Currently, it's empty.

"Curious about anything in the exhibit? I know the info of practically every piece sitting here."

"Yeah, what's with the book behind me. What does it require a guard?" Sarada asks.

"Ah, that young lady is the Book of Gelel."

"Wait, really?" Sarada's anger turns into curiosity. "I was just studying about the knights! Was this really from them?"

"Likely. Historians are paying top dollar for safeguarding that book. It's the only proof of the Knights' existence."

"Wow!"

"Yeah, history can be weird and cool. You know, I've heard that within those texts remain the secrets of everlasting life."

"I doubt that's possible. However, it would be nice. Live a couple of more years or save someone close to you."

"Yeah, someone close."

A few days pass. Sarada quickly grows accustomed to her coworkers. A few other ninja tasks with protecting the museum, the regular employees, and occasionally historians coming to visit the artifacts on display.

One day, she sits in the office just like any other day. She was surrounded by others who were chatting about politics. Obviously, things turn heated. Sarada didn't speak but she listens attentively.

"We're the ones out on the field and fighting! Civilians shouldn't really have a say on shinobi matters."

"That's the problem! We normal people have no say in anything. The Hokage is about unity. Unity this and unity that, but as a middle-class worker I don't feel like a part of anything!"

"That man has gone through hell for the peace you have today and this is how you speak of him?"

"Okay, okay. Enough." Yoshindo politely hands everyone their cup of coffee. "Shift is almost over. Let's not kill each other near the end."

Everyone drinks from the coffee and talks about other things. The museum closes and employees start to pack and clean. Everybody in the office is talking about what they are doing for the weekend. After a while, the seal on Sarada's neck begins warming up. It was getting uncomfortable for her. She stood up and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" Yoshindo asks.

"I'm not feeling well, so I'm going outside to get some fresh air."

"O-okay..."

Before leaving Sarada noticed how nervous Yoshindo was. She ignores it and heads outside.

"I hate this thing!"

Her vision starts getting blurry and her body feels heavier. She drops to the ground. Her strength is fading faster and faster.

"What's… happening?"

Before she passes out she hears a booming voice inside her head.

"Hey! Don't sleep. I'm working to cure you."

Sarada wakes up finding herself still in the ground. She is numb but getting better. Looking around she finds no one around. It's weird for her, at least someone should've seen on the ground. The first thought was that nobody bothered to help. Why save someone like her? Then the second thought comes along.

"The others!"

Sarada runs inside and bursts through the office door. All of them, dead. Some were face-first in the tables, others on the floors. Sarada walks over and checks the pulse of the ones arguing from before. Nothing from both. Seeing all this, the people she knew now dead, made her cry.

A bump echoes outside the office along with a swear. Sarada went into action and hid in the dark. She listens carefully.

"Hey, careful man! This is supposed to be silent."

"Shut up! Stubbing your toe hurts, a lot."

"You two, quite. Head towards the station. We're done here."

The intruders leave the museum. Sarada looks outside the office window, no one is there. She back at the corpses behind her, noticing someone was missing.

"Yoshindo?"

It all clicks for her. Yoshindo has always served everyone coffee. He himself was addicted to it. A caffeine junky some called him. He shared his love for it with everybody, and everyone trusted him. Made it easier to slip poison without anyone noticing. With no experience on poison, Sarada was easily fooled.

Sarada filled with rage. Her eyes turn red. All these innocent people are dead. Because of one man she trusted. And there's only one plausible explanation for it. One group notorious for destroying trust from the inside out.

The Academy.

Putting her ninja training to use, Sarada moves in the shadows following the Academy members. The members were in civilian clothing removing their black masks once outside. She follows them outside and stalks on top of rooftops. The path they took is vacant with no one on them, further proof of how long they have been planning this. They arrive at the station they mention. A historic train station that once only traveled to Suna, but it's currently being upgraded to travel on all five elemental countries.

Among the crew, Sarada spots Yoshindo in a hooded cloak carefully talking to another figure.

"Is it done?" Yoshindo nervously asks.

"The book is secured and so is my men. That is all, Yoshindo."

"My family, can they join the city?"

"A few of my men will escort you and your family safely towards the sanctuary."

"What about the book? It won't come with us?"

"No, we'll immediately start working on it." Yoshindo looks at the floor, dejected. "Oh, don't get all sad matey. Everything turns out swell!"

"I- I killed them. They were my friends and I killed them. Dear lord, there was even a kid. She had so much to live for."

The Figure lightly slaps Yoshindo's cheeks. "No crying. Remember what we told you, in this world, there is no hell. Besides, your daughter will thank you for freeing her of cancer. For the next million years."

With tears in his eyes, Yoshindo bows as two men approach.

"We're heading out. Your wife and daughter must've crossed the border by now. Don't want to keep them waiting." One of the men announced.

"Yeah, don't let them worry. My fiance was a nervous wreck when we left for Eddy-Reborn. But trust me that guilt will fade away when you all arrive there."

Yoshindo bows as the two men escorted him away.

The Figure goes back to the others as they prepare to leave. He is a man in his mid-thirties, with pale skin, a full neckbeard, and even had a fedora on. Other than that he wears normal civilian clothing, probably to blend in.

Sarada found herself troubled. She cursed herself for never learning the shadow clone technique. Yoshindo was leaving for the Academy hideout, but the leading man with the fedora had the Book of Gelel. Why? She does not know. The Academy is about to flee the village. She had to choose one.

"All aboard!" The man in fedora yells.

Sarada tries to find Yoshindo but couldn't. Likely disappeared with the body flicker technique. Untraceable if so. Sarada carefully dashes towards under the train and hides. No one seemed to notice.

Realization sets in while she grabs the gears under the train. "Mama and Papa are going to kill me." Another action that will definitely get her in a lot of trouble.

The train begins to move; Sarada holds tightly on to the metal. Surprisingly being under a train was not that troubling. She carefully maneuvers across the gears trying to inside a caboose, as she moves on all fours towards a window. Glancing inside with her Sharingan all she sees are bodies lying on the floor. Sarada is shocked.

She crawls inside. At first glance, the bodies seem fine but at closer look pieces of their clothing were burnt. Sarada hears further commotion at the other carriage. Looking through the window Sarada sees her, the masked vigilante. This is the first time she observes her in person. The Vigilante is confronting multiple soldiers inside the other cart. She takes them down easily yet with such brutality.

Her taijutsu seems familiar to Sarada as if has witnessed it before. So precise. The Vigilante takes down the last Academy member then immediately shifts her masked gaze at Sarada. Knowing the record on the Vigilante Sarada knew the coming fight wasn't going to be easy.

Sarada and the Vigilante stood, face to mask.

"You shouldn't be here Sarada."

"Wait, you know who I am?"

The Vigilante moves forward. Two consecutive strikes. Sarada feels the chakra departing from her. She couldn't feel it anymore. Two more consecutive strikes. From there Sarada understood what's going on. The Gentle Fist. Boruto practices it the whole time.

Sarada breathes fire from her mouth without waiving any hand. With her chakra system muddled, the Jutsu is an utter mess. The fierce fire goes back and forth from normal hot to unsafe for the user. Sarada backs up continuing to breathe fire until her back bumps with the door on the other side of the cart. The whole inside of the cart is engulfed in flames.

The Vigilante runs back into the cart. With her eyes, she sees Sarada is on the other side. She won't bother her anymore. The Vigilante turns around and proceeds onward. Sarada struggles to get up. Her insides were in pain, like a cold current running through her chest. Observing the damages she caused, Sarada knew she needed to get out. She cracks open a window with her elbow and climbs to the top with the little strength has at her disposal.

Sarada fights against the wind and pushes forward, jumping cart after cart. She pauses once she perceives the man in the fedora at the door of the second to the first part of the whole train. The Vigilante is on the third cart, her hand stuck on the wall thanks to a strange goo.

"Crazy bitch. How many of my men did you kill?" The man yells furiously.

"Not enough!" The Vigilante shouts back.

The man looks up seeing Sarada flying through the air giving him a dropkick that slams him down to the floor. Sarada falls flat on her back, almost falling off herself. She grabs on the railing lifting herself up and inside the cart.

"And who are you?!"

"You are going to pay. For killing everyone at the museum, and for poisoning me!"

"A survivor? How odd. Either way, the village heads don't know a thing. It's just you, baby girl."

Sarada cringed at that last bit. "Why did you steal the book?"

"First of all, the name's Boshi. Second, to further our plans. Sorry, evil plans according to you shinobi."

"Tell. Me."

Sarada's red eyes meet Boshi's. His fingers begin to twist and bend. He looks down then screams in pain. The thing about being the last of your kind is nobody bothers to do their research. Like never looking directly at an Uchiha's eyes.

Sarada hears the snap of metal breaking off. She turns around seeing the Vigilante charging towards her, her hand still glued to the metal. Using her advanced eyes Sarada dodges the strikes yet couldn't hit back, she is too swift. The Vigilante kicks her in the gut putting her back against the wall.

"Don't get in my way!"

The Vigilante gets kicked on the gut with a sidekick. Boshi had broken free of the genjutsu and he was angry. He points scornfully at Sarada.

"Not cool, lady! Not cool!"

Sarada pounces and brutally spears him to the floor, getting on top and goes for the face. Boshi jerks his head avoiding the fist, but the force of the punch dents the floor spooking him. The Vigilante grabs Sarada and hurls her across the cart.

Boshi waves hand seals then spew mud from his mouth hitting the Vigilante. He tries escaping but lightning strikes near him stopping him in his tracks. Sarada stands back up chakra lighting erupting from her body.

"This… is new," Sarada whispers.

"…Chidori stream." The Vigilante mutters.

Sarada runs towards the Vigilante and Boshi, her body radiating electricity. Boshi was immediately stunned and fell face-first to the floor. He tries getting up using the door handle. The Vigilante tries to counter her attacks with the Gentle Fist but the current made it impossible to make contact.

Lighting hits her body stunning her momentarily. With a clear opening, Sarada chargers in a fist closed. A direct hit to the mask, so fierce it shatters. Sarada goes for another vicious hit but then she recognizes the Vigilante's face. Imminently froze in place, shocked and heartbroken.

"N-no… It can't be…" Tears begin forming under her red eyes.

Boshi looks up, wondering what would cause such an emotional reaction.

His eyes widen. "Holy shit…"

The Vigilante straightens herself. Hinata Uzumaki, The Hokage's wife, glares at them. She growls, her ajar mouth leaking molten lava.

"What the hell?!" Boshi freaks out.

Everything heats up, smoke coming from the seats, the wooden floor turns into charcoal, and the metal begins to melt. Sarada drops to the ground, Chidori stream gone. Hinata stands over her. Steam emitting from her body, drips of magma from her pores. And her eyes turn from a lavender shade to a merigold tint.

"I WILL WIN!" Hinata screams with multiple voices echoing after.

Everything falls apart due to the excessive heat. The train derails and falls out into the woods. Before being ragdoll in the horrific crash, a red shroud surrounds her whole body protecting her from suffering fatal damage. The whole train smashes across the forest leaving bodies scattered around. Sarada lands on the ground as the rest of the train inevitably continues to roll off. She is mostly unharmed thanks to that shroud that suddenly appeared. However, she still suffered some damage from the violent crash. Before she faints, she merely hears one last thing.

"Don't worry friend! Luck is on your side! ...Are you fainting again?"

A/N: This chapter was suppose to come out way, WAY earlier but college keeps being a joykill. Better late than never.

Next chapter Sarada finds herself in unknown territory, and teams with an... outgoing associate.

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