Summary: Madara Uchiha returns back to life and he is in the boruto universe.
Note: Okay , I hope I am up to your expectations ! Thank you for reading...enjoy !
"Sarada... who have you been paired with?" Boruto asked, his voice cutting through the heavy atmosphere.
Sarada, lost in her own thoughts, didn't seem to hear him. Her eyes were fixed on the battle ground seats, staring, yet not really seeing anything. She was elsewhere, her mind far from the present moment.
"Sarada...?" Boruto called again, a hint of concern creeping into his tone.
Silence.
He frowned, stepping closer and reaching out to place a hand on her shoulder. "Sarada—"
Before his hand could make contact, Sarada's grip snapped around his wrist with startling force. Boruto winced at the sudden pressure, but what really caught him off guard was the coldness in her eyes as she finally turned to look at him.
"Iron Sand guy," she said flatly, her voice devoid of its usual energy.
Boruto blinked in confusion. "Shinki?"
Sarada said nothing more. She simply released his wrist and walked away, her gaze shifting back to the seats, leaving Boruto standing there, bewildered.
...What's wrong with her?... Boruto thought, watching her retreating form.
"Mother, what's Father's favorite jutsu?" Sarada asked, her voice steady but curious, as she paused at the doorway, her hand on the knob. Her eyes were locked on her mother, who stood across the room, momentarily caught off guard by the question.
Sakura froze, the words triggering a cascade of memories she had long buried. Her heart skipped a beat as her mind drifted back—back to a time when Sasuke stood before her, his gaze distant, cold. In his left hand, Chidori crackled with fierce energy, lighting the shadows of their past. The memory stung, sharp as the jutsu itself.
"Mother?" Sarada's voice cut through the silence again, this time more insistent, pulling Sakura out of the darkness.
"Oh—" Sakura blinked, shaking off the heavy memory that clung to her. "Yes, I think... Chidori," she said softly, her hand moving to scratch the back of her head, a nervous gesture, her voice unsteady.
Sarada stood still for a moment, as if weighing the answer. Without another word, she turned, the door clicking shut behind her with quiet finality.
Sakura remained rooted to the spot, her thoughts swirling. Her hand fell slowly from her head as she stared at the closed door, her heart heavy with questions.
...Why would she ask that?...
"Shinki of the iron sand"
"Uchiha Sarada"
At once Sarada threw multiple shurikens but in vein , All her shurikens were met with a barrier of sand .
...Hn..Some sand manipulating jutsu...
Sarada charged at once One blow after the other but each single blow was met with a barrier of sand , meanwhile Shinki stood smirking without flinching a muscle.
After multiple failuires Sarada retreated backwards and stood for a while ...Maybe If I am faster than his sand I could...
"Is that All what you have got " Shinki said staring at her a smile on his face
...Duh..Of course not... Sarada thought as she weaved Hand signs "Katon-no-jutsu"
A Fireball erupted out of her mouth instantly
The fireball was met with a barrier of Sand as usual
"Behind you" Sarada smirked as Shinki turned back to her puzzled..He stared right in her red eyes , Her body in a faint glow of green Chakra flowing through her .
Sarada thrusted her fist right in Shinki's mid-section
The blow made him fly away..Chunks of blood out of his mouth
Time seemed to slow down for a moment as Sarada inhaled another breathe of air...Right before she charged forward again she took a glance at the Battle ground seats.
She only saw her mother cheering for her.
Sarada smiled knowingly as she clenched her fists and gritted her teeth.
"Where the hell are you going now, Sasuke?!" Sakura's voice cracked as she screamed, her fists clenched at her sides, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face. Her voice echoed through the room, raw with frustration and hurt.
Sasuke's back was turned, his hand resting on the door knob. He couldn't bring himself to look at her. "...Going on a walk..." he whispered, his voice barely audible, laden with guilt. He didn't have the courage to meet her eyes.
"Quit escaping like a child already, Sasuke!" Sakura shouted again, her voice trembling with emotion. "You're a father! Act like one!"
Her words struck like a blade, cutting deep into Sasuke's heart. He froze, his fingers tightening around the knob. He stood there, unmoving, feeling the weight of her words sink into his chest. They hung in the air, heavy and sharp.
For a moment, silence filled the room.
"What would you have me do?" Sasuke finally muttered, his voice low, broken, barely more than a breath. There was no fire in his words—just quiet defeat.
"Go upstairs," Sakura said, her voice now quieter but no less firm. "Go fucking upstairs and make up with her." She pointed toward the staircase leading to Sarada's room, her hand shaking, her breath uneven.
Sasuke stood there, staring at the floor, contemplating her demand. His mind raced, but his feet stayed rooted to the spot. His hesitation was palpable, his guilt overwhelming.
Then, without a word, he turned the knob, opened the door, and walked out, closing it softly behind him.
Sakura stood there, frozen, her outstretched hand slowly falling to her side. The sound of the door closing echoed in her ears, louder than it should've been. Her knees gave way, and she sank to the floor, her back against the door, the dim light casting shadows on her tear-streaked face.
Alone in the quiet, she buried her face in her hands and wept silently, her sobs muffled by the empty room.
Shinki lay unconscious on the ground, his face battered, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Sarada straddled him, fists clenched tightly, her body trembling with fury. Her fists connected with his body, each strike heavier than the last, her breath ragged and shallow.
Her eyes—those cold, red Sharingan—gleamed with darkness. All the anger she had bottled up was pouring out through her fists.
Thud!
...The strength in her movements...
Thud!
...The firmness in her blows...
Thud!
...The glow in her eyes...
...me...
Another blow. Then another.
Her knuckles cracked against Shinki's limp form, blood now splattering her hands, but she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. Her mind was clouded, her vision blurred by the rage consuming her. The world around her faded into the background.
"Sarada, stop!" Boruto's voice cut through the chaos like a sharp blade, but she didn't hear him at first. He rushed into the battle ground, panic rising in his chest as he watched her continue to pummel the unconscious boy beneath her.
"Sarada!" Boruto grabbed her wrists, his grip tight, struggling to pull her away. She resisted, her body still trembling, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.
"Enough, Sarada! Enough!" Boruto shouted, louder this time, shaking her as he forced her to stop.
Her body stiffened, her fists frozen mid-air. Her eyes, still glowing with the red of the Sharingan, met Boruto's, and for a moment, there was nothing but silence between them. Her chest heaved as she stared at him, disoriented, her mind slowly catching up to the present.
Boruto tightened his grip on her wrists, his voice softer now, but filled with concern. "It's over, Sarada... You're scaring me."
The coldness in her eyes flickered, the fire dimming. She blinked, her breath hitching as reality settled back in. Slowly, painfully, she loosened her fists and released Shinki, her arms falling limp at her sides. The blood on her knuckles dripped to the ground .
Shinki lay still beneath her, unconscious, but breathing.
Sarada's eyes welled with something unrecognizable—regret, confusion, fear. She looked down at her bloodstained hands ,trembling, Papa should have been here...he should have seen me winning this...He would have been proud... then back at Boruto, who hadn't let go of her wrists. Her lips parted, but no words came out.
...Wouldn't he...?..Sarada's face was white , it was full of guilt , she was trying to justify the blood on her hands.
...What is going on with you Sarada... you...changed...Boruto thought , his eyes remained wide with shock.
"But Kakashi-sensei, this is just a D-rank mission… it's pointless!" Sarada protested, her voice laced with frustration.
Kakashi, half-listening and clearly unbothered, responded lazily, "Everyone has to start somewhere, Sarada."
He gestured vaguely before adding, "Your mission is to assist a family on their farm. That's all. Got it?"
"Kakashi-sen—"
Poof.
Before Sarada could finish her complaint, a puff of smoke marked Kakashi's sudden disappearance.
This is such a waste of time, she thought with a sigh, setting off towards her destination.
Sarada leapt effortlessly through the dense forest, the canopy above casting shifting patterns of light on the ground below.
Once I become a Chunin, no more of these tedious D-rank missions... hn... Her thoughts trailed off ... And then... I'll finally see Papa during the Chunin exams—
"Who are you?"
The voice came from nowhere, sharp and heavy, shattering her train of thought. Sarada's breath hitched as the atmosphere around her shifted, thick with an overwhelming sense of danger.
"Uchiha... Sarada," she stammered, instinctively blurting out her name, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Daughter of whom?" The figure demanded immediately, his words cold and precise.
"Uchiha... Sasuke," Sarada responded automatically, her voice shaky, barely masking the tremor in her body. Fear gripped her .
The figure tilted his head slightly, his tone softening, almost curious. "Have you activated your Sharingan yet?"
Sarada's mind raced. Why is he asking this? Could he be after my eyes? The thought sent a chill down her spine.
After a brief hesitation, she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "No."
Suddenly, everything went black.
When her eyes fluttered open again, they were red, glistening with unshed tears. A warm, metallic taste filled her mouth—blood trickled down her neck. Hands, cold but gentle, caressed her cheeks in a mockery of comfort.
"Who are you sir ?"
"Madara Uchiha"
Sarada sat in the changing room, the quiet humming of the lights above the only sound in the air. Her mind was focused, eyes narrowing on her reflection in the locker door, mentally preparing for the fight ahead. Suddenly, the door swung open with a loud bang, and Boruto barged in without a second thought, his footsteps heavy and unapologetic.
"Do you even realize where you are?" Sarada's voice was sharp, though she remained seated, her back to him.
But Boruto didn't flinch. His eyes burned with defiance, cutting through the stillness of the room like a blade. "I'm not going easy on you, Sarada. Not today, not ever."
Sarada finally stood, her movements calm
She turned to face him, a grin playing on her lips, though there was something darker behind her crimson eyes. She stepped close .
"Don't." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried weight. Without another word, she walked past him, her footsteps steady, never once glancing back as she left the room.
Boruto clenched his fists, the air between them charged with tension.
"Why are you crying, Sarada?" Madara asked, his voice unusually soft as he leaned in, giving her a light pat on the back.
Sarada hesitated, leaning into his touch. "...Papa might not come to see me at the Chunin Exams, Madara-sama..." she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
Madara frowned, unsure how to respond. He wasn't accustomed to dealing with tears, much less comforting someone.
"I just wanted him to be there," Sarada continued, her voice breaking as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. "I wanted to make him... proud."
Madara looked down at her, resting against him, her small body trembling. For a moment, he was silent, watching as she cried into his cloak.
"Sarada," he said quietly, his voice deliberate, "pride comes from within, not from others."
His hand moved gently through her hair, an uncharacteristic gesture of affection. They stayed like that for a while—her tears slowing, his presence steady.
Then, after a pause, he added, "But if it would ease your heart..." His voice dropped to a whisper. "I am proud of you."
Sarada looked up, eyes wide, searching his face. "You are, Madara-sama?" she asked, a spark of hope rekindling in her gaze.
"I am"
Her eyes lit up, the tears now replaced by pure joy. "Thank you!" she exclaimed, practically glowing with happiness.
Sarada caught his hand immediately and twisted it harshly enough to disarm him and to leave red marks upon his wrists ...too slow..too weak..Sarada thought ,"Just admit defeat already Boruto...really..you are humiliating yourself in front of the 7th" Sarada said boldly while releasing his wrist and jumping backwards...
Tsk...fuck when did she become so strong...I guess...Dammit I'll have to use it..I didn't intend to but I can't lose this Fuck...Suddenly Boruto started weaving hand signs quickly out of nowhere..
Hn...what the hell is he up to...Sarada took a fighting stance..
"Suiton-no-jutsu; Water Release" Boruto said loudly as he spewed a tsunami of water -..Hn..how does he have enough chakra for such a jutsu...Uzamaki genes I guess...Sarada thought...
Ha..such a low-level technique wouldn't work on me...Sarada thought...
...poof...Suddenly Sarada was behind Boruto about to land a final blow
..But wait ...A shadow clone..dammit!...
"Above you jerk ...Ha...RA-SE-"
"That's impossible-How -..Sasuke now " Said the 7th from the seats hurriedly worried about Sarada ...she might get hurt...badly..
"SARA-D-A.." Sakura cried loudly and Jumped from the edge of the stands and ran towards them.
"Kakashi sensei ...Kakashi sensei..I need your help !" Sarada yelled excitedly -out of usual- rushing towards Kakashi who looked up from his familiar spot by the tree, his usual book resting in his hands, his expression serene as always.
"Sarada-Ho-How may I help you..?" Kakashi asked, fumbling slightly with his book, a faint trace of embarrassment in his tone.
Sarada -who had nowhere else to go because Madara disappeared for a long while now- said loudly and firmly "Teach me the Chidori"
"Ch-ch-..chidori..?" Kakashi sensei said puzzeled and confused chidori..How does she know about chi-.."My mother told me that this was my -my.." Sarada said initially excited
"Your...?" Kakashi sensei continued waiting for her to complete the sentence.
"...My father's favourite jutsu.." Sarada said whispering a little regretful about the hurtful words she spat in her father's face weeks ago...deep inside she still wants to make...her father proud..although she is confused still about her emotions ..some days she hates her papa and others she admires him and regrets her words...
Kakashi sighed softly and leaned forward, giving her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Sarada..."
"Sometimes I wonder Sasuke-why is it always me and you..?" Naruto said smiling at Sasuke cheerfully , alittle sad though , meanwhile Sasuke stood behind Naruto in the shadows puzzled...
They were standing in the Battle-grounds' stands...watching over their children - Boruto ... , and Sarada whom didn't know that her father was watching from far away - getting ready for the final fight.
whoever stood last in this fight would be considered the winner.
"Sarada really improved exponentially...she has taken over all her competitors with ease...you should be proud Sasuke-" Naruto said addressing Sasuke who had -out of usual- tears in his eyes .
How could he not though ? ...His dear daughter has grown up so much , yet he doesn't know anything about her..Her favourite color..Her best friends..Her favourite foods...Her hobbies...what she loves and what she dislikes...whom she adores and whom she could not tolerate...He missed so much of her life ...his daughter is a stranger to him , and she saw him as a stranger as well...a stranger whom she had mixed feelings about.
Sarada's technique and power really surprised Sasuke...and what saddened him quite alot was the fact that he never thought...he didn't think she -his daughter- would be able to reach this far in the chunin exams...
"I think she will win , Sasuke..Ha" Naruto said laughing lightly meanwhile Hinata - who was sitting beside him - gave him a death stare for saying this...Sakura on the other hand stood beside the edges lost in thought..
"Are you ready?" Kakashi asked, his ever-calm voice breaking the silence.
Sarada nodded, her eyes burning .. "I'm ready, Kakashi-sensei."
Kakashi took a few steps forward, raising his right hand. "The Chidori is a technique that requires speed, focus, and control. Without the Sharingan, it's dangerous because of the tunnel vision it creates.", Lightning sparked to life in his hand, crackling like an untamed storm. "But you've inherited the Sharingan, and with it, you'll be able to use this power safely."
Sarada watched in awe as the electricity swirled around Kakashi's hand, illuminating his face in flashes.
"Before you even attempt this," Kakashi continued, "you need to understand that the Chidori isn't just a weapon. It's a reflection of your own will. It's about channeling your inner strength and turning it into lightning."
...channeling your inner strength and turning it into lightning...those words stuck in Sarada's head for some reason...
He stepped back and nodded to her. "Now, let's begin. First, you need to gather your chakra into your hand. Feel the flow of it, and focus on the electric nature of your lightning release."
Sarada concentrated, closing her eyes. She felt the warmth of her chakra coursing through her body, gathering it into her hand as Kakashi had instructed. Slowly, she began to feel the familiar crackle of electricity forming.
"Good," Kakashi said, watching her carefully. "But now comes the hard part—control."
"...Boruto..Uzamaki..."
"Uchiha...Sarada."
Without any further waiting , Boruto rushed towards Sarada
Sarada on the other the hand stood relaxed smiling at him ...making fun of him..
Boruto tried to land a blow on her face but she held his hands with ease and gave him a punch in the stomach
Blood...Boruto was coughing blood..
Sarada jumped backwards and activated her sharingan.
Its crimson glow marking her focus.
"Mother… I'm… sorry," Sarada broke the silence, her voice barely a whisper as she sat at the kitchen table.
Sakura, startled, looked up from washing the dishes. She quickly wiped her hands on a towel and turned to face her daughter.
"Sarada… what are you apologizing for?" she asked, concern lacing her words.
Sarada's eyes were downcast, her fists clenched tightly. "I'm sorry for saying those hurtful things to Pa—Papa," she whispered, tears threatening to spill over.
"Oh, sweetie…" Sakura moved closer and wrapped her arms around Sarada, pulling her into a comforting embrace. "It's okay, really…"
"… it's not your faul—" Sakura started to say.
"Then whose fault is it?" Sarada interrupted, her voice sharper now, eyes glowing red with emotion.
Sakura held her daughter tighter, but confusion flickered across her face.
"Whose fault is it that Papa is never around?" Sarada's voice trembled with both anger and sorrow.
A heavy silence fell between them.
Sakura's heart ached as she looked away, unable to meet her daughter's eyes. She had no answers.
Yawning and stretching...Sarada was Yawning and stretching.
A sight which made anger boil in Boruto...She is making fun of me...
Boruto lunged forward ...Again...
Sarada anticipated it. Her Sharingan tracked his movements
She sidestepped his punch, using her momentum to twist and deliver a swift kick toward his side.
Boruto blocked the strike with his forearm,
the impact sending a ripple of chakra through the air.
...He pushed back, sliding across the dirt before coming to a stop...
Suddenly, the crackle in Sarada's hand exploded with a burst of energy, sending sparks flying. She stumbled back, breathing heavily, her hand smoking slightly from the backlash.
Kakashi walked over to her, his expression calm. "Don't rush it , Too much chakra and you lose control. Too little, and the technique fizzles out."
For hours, they trained, the sun dipping lower into the horizon. Sarada kept pushing herself, her Sharingan analyzing every detail of Kakashi's movements, yet she couldn't get it quite right something was missing .
Panting, her hands trembling, she gritted her teeth. "Why can't I get it right?" she muttered, frustration thick in her voice.
Kakashi studied her quietly for a moment, then, almost as if in passing, he asked, "Sarada... why do you seek power?"
His voice was calm, almost bored, but the question cut deep. Sarada blinked, caught off guard. "I... I want to become Hokage," she began hesitantly, her voice faltering. "I want to make ..Pa...Papa proud..."
Kakashi's gaze softened, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eye. Sasuke's eyes, Naruto's spirit...he thought, smiling inwardly behind his mask.
"Well," he said, turning his gaze toward the darkening sky. "I've shown you the technique. Keep training, and you'll—"
"How is he?" Sarada interrupted suddenly, her voice wavering. "Why doesn't he ever visit?"
Kakashi paused mid-sentence . He sighed, feeling the burden of trying to explain Sasuke. ...Tsk... I'm in trouble now...
He took a moment, considering his words carefully. "Sasuke..." he began slowly, his tone softer than before. "He has the same eyes as you... but...but even more stubborn."
"And?" Sarada pressed whispering, her heart aching for more.
Before she knew it Kakashi sensei was already walking away...
Sarada watched him leave, her Sharingan flickering...a hollow feeling settling in her chest...His answer wasn't enough...Her eyes darkened.
In an instant, Boruto's hand flashed through a series of seals,
a dozen shadow clones appeared, surrounding Sarada.
They all charged at once, aiming from every angle.
Sarada smirked, unimpressed. "Predictable."
With a single sweep of her hand,
she unleashed a volley of kunai, each aimed with precision.
The clones popped one by one.
..Me..Hate..Why..
I look at her eyes and I see anger..what happened to her..was her eyes always like this..
I failed as a father..I failed yet again...what I have not failed in yet..?..
I fail as a brother , -I killed Itachi- , ... Friend... - I tried to Kill Sakura and Naruto - , ...Husband... -I am a burden to my wife - ... and ... as a
Father ... - My daughter - ...hates...?...
The strength in her movements...The firmness in her blows... and most importantly ...The glow in her eyes...
I see ...
...me...
The real Boruto darted through the debris
appearing in front of her with a Kunai in his hand.
Sarada's Sharingan spun faster.
At the last second, she ducked under Boruto's Kunai
Her fist glowing with chakra. She thrust it forward, landing a powerful punch to Boruto's gut.
Boruto gasped as the wind was knocked out of him
He staggered back, clutching his stomach.
...Katon-no-jutsu...
Doton-no-jutsu; Earth style wall
A..glance..just a glance At the battle grounds' seats...
Papa...tsk...Papa isn't present...
He is never present...always away...
Does he even ...care ...?...
That...
In a flash Sarada -...clenched her fists...gritted her teeth... - rushed forward
Blood on the ground
fallen teeth...broken ribs..One punch after the other
too slow to dodge...too weak to fight back
Boruto was left gasping for breathe
Sarada stood back again...she was toying with him
Boruto rushed again one Final time with a kunai in his hand
Sarada caught his hand immediately and twisted it harshly enough to disarm him
Sarada jumped backwards again in grace
...Then...Boruto started weaving hand signs quickly out of nowhere...
...Sarada took the fight seriously again and took a fighting stance...
"Suiton-no-jutsu; Water Release"
Suddenly Sarada was behind boruto about to land a final blow
A shadow clone
I saw this before ...
at...the...
Hospital...roof top...
the water tank...
RAAAAA-SEEEE-N-GAAAAANNNN
CHHHH-IIIII-DOOO-RIIIII
"SAA-SU-K-AE NOW -!.." Naruto was yelling
This can't be...it can't...
Not again...
Hate...
her eyes...
strong eyes...
"NOW SA-SUKE NOW ! "
Blood
Second tomoe activated .
Comments , Suggestions , ideas and constructive criticism are much appreciated, and very motivating! :) , this chapter is a little disoriented...but thank you for reading anyways , I will try my best improving every chapter...yes I know not enough madara But i got plans for him next chapters really !
And ...!...Have a nice day enjoy life ;) .