Himawari strolled along the Village sunflowers in her hands as she was busy humming a tune. She was known quite literally as her name says. As the villiage's sunflower. Very fitting of course, if her papa was the sun it was only natural she'd be the sunflower! She loved her home just as much as her papa did and although she didn't fight much like him or her older brother she did attempt to help in her own way such as volunteering or walking around town stopping to help whoever needed it.
She wasn't too interested in physical fighting and knew that there were others who needed a different kind of hero. She'd leave the cool ninja stories to Boruto, yes she much prefer the mundane daily task of giving a few boys a couple of flowers or helping an elderly woman with her groceries or paying for a friend who's short on money or spending half of day looking for a lost dog. Yes she was a hero in her own way Just like her papa
So it came to a surprise for everyone when those boys grabbed her hoodie and dragged her into a alley, she did after all choose to visits the lower parts of the village, after all fighting in a wat isn't the only way she could help her community.
Those boys who stared down at her with distain clounding their eyes as they push her against the wall demanding why she's taking pity on them. How she believes she's so high and mighty when in reality she enjoys having filthy cockroaches underneath her feet, in pain, just so she could scoop up and play hero just like her father. Though all himawari could do was stare obviously confused as to what the boys where talking about. But she didn't want to hurt them, she attempted to talk it out and become friends. Too bad she isn't her papa, he's usually good at this sort of stuff. But she wouldn't hurt them! They just needed to talk it ou-"
" tch the " Hokage " needs his little girl t come down to us lower folks, bet he's much too busy for people like us, how Pathetic."
... Okay no more talking. Himawari luged herself toward and taking a big gasp bit the boy's finger as hard as she could cutting through the skin a little causing him to scream in shock Stumbling backwards dropping her to the ground. They kid who's hand she bit stared down at her, distain now twisted into anger and an unidentified emotion. But there wasn't time to process before he had backhand slaped her, hard. Unfortunately blue eyes Mets into his now seemingly piercing through his soul. She refuse to cry. To allow someone as weak at them to see her breakdown and cry. No! She was an Uzamaki and she was going to show it. Even if it did hurt like hell. So she simply glared at the kid in silence. a long unnerving silence