Sarada felt the intense heat of her Sharingan burning in her eyes, the three tomoe's glowing fiercely in the darkness of the forest. With a calculated gaze, she surveyed her surroundings, mentally preparing for the encounters that awaited her on her journey towards the coastline. Amidst the shadows, a flicker of fire caught her attention, drawing her focus towards a figure seated against a tree, basking in the warmth of the flames.
Hidan sat near the fire, the stitches holding his body together itching uncomfortably as vitality returned to his bloodshot eyes. "Well, Uchiha girl," he remarked, his voice gruff with a hint of admiration,
"I have to say, your medical ninjutsu prowess is impressive, to say the least."
Ignoring his comment, Sarada stood tall in her black cloak, the fabric billowing around her as she exuded an air of silent determination. Hidan grunted, his eyes fixated on the fire as he spoke of the unfamiliar sensation of warmth.
"It's been an eternity since I've felt the comfort of a fire," he mused, a glimmer of gratitude flickering in his gaze.
"Jashin is truly merciful."
His tone turned sinister as he vowed vengeance against the one who had imprisoned him.
"That fucker will die by my hands," he declared, his fervor evident as he invoked the name of his deity.
"I promise you that, Jashin Sama!"
Sarada turned towards him, her expression unreadable as she approached the fire and took a seat, mirroring a defiant posture. With a steely gaze, she stared into the flames, her mind filled with thoughts of the challenges that lay ahead.
Hidan observed Sarada with a wary eye, sensing an unsettling aura surrounding her, though the source of her rage remained unclear to him.
"I better watch what I say to this woman," he thought uneasily. "She looks like a crazy bitch."
Sarada's head shot towards him, her gaze momentarily sinister, causing Hidan to instinctively press his fragile body back against the tree, his nerves on edge. With a nervous snicker, he attempted to lighten the mood.
"Geez, you sure know how to make a first great impression... Um, what's your name again?"
Sarada's expression softened as she sighed. "Sarada. Sarada Uchiha."
Hidan extended his hand, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
"Let me guess. Uchiha Sasuke's daughter?"
Sarada nodded in affirmation.
"Do you have any siblings?" Hidan inquired eagerly.
"No," Sarada replied, her tone tinged with a hint of uncertainty.
"Not that I know of, at least. My father is an undercover agent who works directly under the Nanadaime. He's never home. And considering his lack of affection towards my mother, I wouldn't be surprised if I have a few half-siblings running around."
Hidan listened intently before growing bored with the conversation, deciding to steer it in a different direction.
"Well, never mind this boring small talk. Can you be more specific about what you meant by the begin of something?"
Sarada cast a glance over her shoulder towards the sea, her eyes intensely scanning the distant horizon.
"Hidan, if i am not mistaken, you worked with Kakuzu, correct?" she questioned, her tone serious.
"Did he ever speak about the unknown territories beyond the waters of Kirigakure?"
Hidan's expression twisted in puzzlement, a slight tension evident in his jaw as he gritted his teeth.
'Why did I ever doubt that she knew more about me, or my past associations?'
he mused silently before responding honestly.
"No, not really." He then pointed a finger towards Sarada with some thought.
"Although, Kakuzu did mention once before about the merchant ship lanes in those waters having a heightened tax."
Sarada's fist clenched tightly, her Sharingan slowly activating once again. Hidan couldn't help but notice and speak out about her reaction.
"Damn, woman! Did I word that badly?" he muttered under his breath.
Without a word, Sarada rose to her feet, swiftly forming hand signs for a water jutsu, extinguishing the fire nearby. She turned to face Hidan with a determined expression.
"That's enough rest. Can you run, Mimimuza?"
Hidan felt a surge of determination as he stood up, his resolve matching hers. "Yes."
Sarada regarded him seriously, her gaze unwavering.
" Its best you not hold back, Hidan. I'm afraid Konoha shinobi will be reaching us soon."
Without a moment more, both Hidan and Sarada vanished into the wind once more.
The duo moved with lightning speed, and cat like agility, a sense of urgency permeating the air, much to Hidan's annoyance.
"Geeze, Uchiha!" he winced, and grumbled. Feeling the strain on his freshly stitched limbs.
"I said I could run, but if we keep up this speed, my legs will peel off from these stitches soon! We had a huge head start. Why the big rush?"
Sarada, unusually forthcoming with Hidan, didn't mince words.
"It's because of who's tracking us. I sense three sizable chakras slowly gaining on us. All from Konoha, two are Sannin equivalent shinobi."
Curious, Hidan queried as Sarada halted and leaped up to the top of a towering tree. "Sand Neen? What the hell does that even mean? Exactly who? Who's on us?"
Sarada's gaze scanned the horizon until she caught sight of the coastline that hugged the land of fire. Hidan's eyes followed hers, fixing on the yellow lights of a small ship off the shoreline.
"That ship is our destination," Sarada announced, her voice carrying a note of certainty.
"I've arranged for us to sail past the waters of the Hidden Mist, with great payment."
Hidan arched a faded eyebrow, his curiosity piqued.
"And why would we do that exactly, Miss Sarada?"
Sarada peered down at him, her expression serious.
"Those hidden lands, you know nothing about. Well, I know a lot more about them than you do."
With a sense of urgency, Sarada turned her head in the opposite direction, her teeth gritted in determination.
"We don't have time to chit chat, Mimimuza. Keep up with me the best you can!"
With that, she began to speedily leap from tree to tree towards the coastline once more.
Leaving Hidan to grumble about Sarada's cryptic riddles.
"I hate this shit it really annoys the fuck out of me. Everything needs be so mysterious with these powerful assholes i guess."
Rolling his eyes, Hidan followed suit, his legs struggling to keep pace as they raced towards the sea.
After a short marathon of running, Sarada and Hidan emerged from the forest's edge, bounding into a grassy field dotted with medium-sized rocky hill formations. As they traversed the field with agile leaps, Sarada's senses tingled with danger. With a sharp command, she yelled for Hidan to take cover.
Reacting swiftly, Hidan dropped behind a small rocky ledge just as another figure leaped from the same hill seconds later. Hidan's eyes widened as he recognized the pink shirt adorned with an Uchiha crest on the back. The figure was tall, feminine, with short pink hair.
Sarada spun around just in time to meet a fist hurtling towards her. A primal scream emanating from a scorn woman.
"SHANNARO!"
Sakura's voice echoed as her fist connected with Sarada's crossed arms, sending Sarada hurtling into a nearby rocky hill. Sarada's body collided violently with the unforgiving surface, blood rushing from her mouth upon impact. Yet, undeterred, she sprang forward, eyes gleaming with fiery determination. With an agaped bloody mouth Sarada gave a fierce battle roar of her own.
"SAKURRA"
In a back-and-forth taijutsu skirmish with deadly precision, an aggrieved mother and determined daughter engaged in a titanic struggle. Fist were flying all about with calculated speed as Each blow carried mountains of weight behind them, eliciting yelps of pain from Sakura and Sarada.
Hidan watched in awe as the intense battle unfolded before him.
"Whoa. This pink-haired she bitch woman is for real?" he muttered to himself, his admiration evident.
Meanwhile, Sakura managed to trap Sarada in an armbar on the ground, both women struggling mightily in a tangled heap. Hidan's lips curled into a small grin as he pondered his next move.
"Should I be helping Sarada? I mean I cant help it if this is awfully kinky to me, its turning me on for sure?" Hidan mused with a hint of amusement, his gaze fixed on the intense spectacle before him.
Sarada fought against Sakura's relentless grip, struggling to break free from the armbar, but Sakura's strength was overwhelming.
"Yield, Sarada! Yield!" Sakura's desperate pleas echoed in the moonlit night as her arms threatened to ensnare Sarada's neck.
With gritted teeth, Sarada kept her chin down, refusing to succumb to her mother's pressure.
"Sarada, I have no problem in choking you out and dragging you home! Surrender, and come home under the power of your own two feet, NOW!"
Sakura's voice cracked with emotion, tears staining her cheeks as she pleaded with her daughter.
Sarada's heart pounded in her chest as Sakura's grip finally loosened. Seizing the opportunity, Sarada launched to her feet with a sudden burst of energy Sakura still holding her back. Sarada than violently through her head back into Sakura's forehead, sending Sakura stumbling about backwards.
With a surge of chakra, Sarada swung forward and delivered a thunderous blow to Sakura's abdomen, causing her to double over in pain.
Standing tall amidst the chaos, Sarada, dirty and bruised, showed little signs of weariness. Sakura struggled to catch her breath, hunched over heaving mightily with heavy eyes.
"Sarada," Sakura managed to speak through her labored breaths, her voice strained with emotion.
"What have you done?"
Wiping the blood from her chin, Sarada adopted a defiant stance, her black eyes shining in the moonlight.
"I have nothing to say to you, Sakura," she declared coldly. "Go home and forget about me."
Enraged, Sakura's eyes widened in disbelief. "What?" she yelled out in utter frustration.
Ignoring Sakura's questioning, Sarada turned her attention to Hidan, her gaze unwavering.
"Mimimuza, I have personal grievances to deal with here with my mother. Now head out for the coastline and reach the ship we saw earlier. The ships name is Prestige. The captain's name is Jinn Wanta. Tell him you're full name and that your the person I spoke to him about."
Hidan, caught between the tension of mother and daughter, walked between them, meeting Sarada's eyes as he passed.
"Daughter on mother, eh? Well to bad. I have to miss the rest of this epic babe show," he remarked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
Sarada rolled her eyes in response as Hidan continued, his words laced with half-seriousness.
"Maybe that gives you hints that I think you're hot, Sarada?"
Sarada closed her eyes briefly, her patience wearing thin.
"Go now," she urged, her voice firm and resolute.
Pressing on without any protest, Hidan disappeared into the darkness, Sakura's eyes lingering the whole time on Hidan watching him leave. Turning back to Sarada, Sakura Uchiha's expression had a mix of anguish and disbelief.
"So, it's true,"
Sakura began, her voice trembling with depression.
"You used Shikadai to get the opportunity to free that madman? You butchered him just to save that man, and become a missing Shinobi? Why? Why would you, my daughter, do something so vile and unforgivable? Where did I go wrong as your mother, Sarada? Tell me!"
Tears streamed down Sakura's cheeks as she pleaded for answers.
Sarada crossed her arms defiantly, flinging her dirtied black hair behind her as she finally activated her Sharingan for the first time. With a hint of mockery in her tone, she addressed her aggrieved mother.
"Funny, If i recall you have had strikingly similar issues like this with father in the past, No? And, not just you, you shared this same experience with Naruto himself and Kakashi Hatake?"
Sakura was taken aback by the sudden out of place statements from Sarada.
"What? What is this you're going on about?"
Sarada's voice grew sharper as she continued, her annoyance materializing.
"Don't be act so surprised with me on this, Uchiha wifey! You have always meddle too much, always stepping in the way of someone else's decisions. It worked with father, it seems. You destroyed that flame of freedom inside him that made him unique and formidable above all others. Naruto beat him down like a dog and tamed him, so he could become the man you always wanted him to be. A dog with no bite"
"Sasuke Uchiha, the Avenger, the Snake, the Hawk,"
Sarada spat out bitterly.
"Then he became the man just right for you, Sakura, Right? Because only the shell of his former self could grant you the ability to enjoy him. I see through it all, dear mother. You viewed him always as lesser than what he was, and you dragged him down to that mediocre level. Its the ultimate joke. It's the ultimate showcase of your own sickening perverse perversion for his seed. It's utterly pathetic. It's so absurd that it makes me want to throw up!"
Sarada's face contorted with anger as Sakura could only stare on in shock.
Sakura straightened herself out, her breath now normalized as her forehead seal activated fully.
"Sarada, whatever you have done or say to me now, i doesn't matter. You will always be my daughter," she pleaded, desperation evident in her voice.
"Please, I beg you. I'm sure if you surrender to me, Naruto can find a way to reduce your cr-"
"OH, DONT YOU DARE TRY MIND FUCKING ME, SAKURA HARUNO! SHUT THE FUCK UP! JUST SHUT YOUR DIRTY ASS PRETENIOUS WHORE MOUTH! I DONE HEARING IT ALL IT. I HAVE NO MORE USE FOR YOU, FOR KONOHA OR THIS IMMORAL SHINOBI WORLD."
Sarada exploded with the rage and the ferocity of a violent valcano.
A surreal twisted grin now showcasing upon the troubled Uchiha's face. Her breaths were labored as her Sharingan eyes shined wickedly through the dark of the night.
Sakura shuttered and gulped as she unknowingly stepped backwards. Fear taking hold of her bruised body. She felt electrical shivers running down her spine as sweat dropped from her face.
'That face, Ive seen it before. Once before on Sasuke-kun's face.' Sakura shivered in thought, with fear pulsating through out her entire being.
Sarada gave a calmed sigh and gulp. She ran her hands through her messy hair taking a deep breath. Finally catching her breath her face normalized with her voice returning to normalcy.
"I grow tired of these these emotionally driven exposition dumps with you, mother. You won't clip my feathers like how you clipped Sasuke's feathers. And as for this fight, I'm done playing games! Now, You have two choices. Leave me be, go home live the rest of your life in loveless marriage. Or, try to stop me, and die? This should be easy for you, Sakura."
Sarada's Sharingan than began to shift, her eyes taking on a scythe-like formation. Her newly minted Mangekyou Sharingan glowed with intense intimidation.
Sakura eyes widened as she took a fighting stance. "This is?"
Sarada chuckled.
"Yes, the parting gift that Shikadai granted to me, my new love, my first major step to helping me achieving MY revolution. Fugaku Uchiha! I hope you see me. I hope your Granddaughter is making you proud!"
Disclaimer: Dont own Naruto, or Boruto.
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