Ways to become a Hokage

~CHAPTER 20: Eyes~

Sarada's fear never left her. She'd only met him once, that too a blurry memory. The only other person besides her father and her to possess the Sharingan, nevertheless the Mangekyo. The destroyer of Kenta's homeland, this man was working with Code, a kara inner. He was bad news for sure... in more ways than just one.

"Have a seat, whatever your name is" A thick, and almost masculine, but feminine voice said. Sarada shut her eyes and expanded them, her Sharingan flared under the cushion. She was in control of the little girl now.

Sarada watched through Rita's eyes, as a cloaked man, accompanied by another woman took their seats across where this Rivinsi sat. And when Rivinsi sat, Sarada was forced to inhale to ensure the bottom of the sofa didn't crush her at the weight of the fat shit sitting above.

The same masculine like female voice spoke again, and through Rita's eyes, Sarada saw it was Rivinsi. "Okay... so you going to remove the cloak or what?"

"Forgive us, but this is as much as we can reveal," the man said. "Besides, there are eyes everywhere"

Sarada trembled as the man's pitch-black eyes peered through the cloak's blackness at Rita. But he quickly shifted his eyes back to Rivinsi, so Sarada relaxed, presumably just a notion.

"By the way" the cloaked accomplice of the mystery man began, gesturing at Rita, "why is this little girl with us? Shouldn't we have more—" the voice sounded really familiar...

"My granddaughter, Rita—" Rivinsi smiled at Rita, "—is the person you seek"

A bead of sweat made its way down Sarada's forehead, what did they want with the girl?

"Wha— are you saying this little girl— she possesses the—"

"Delta," The man sighed, "don't get distracted"

"Uhm—right"

Sarada glared beneath. That asshole Delta was here!? Oh, how she wished they could have a rematch...

"So, old lady—"

"—who're you calling an old lady?"

"What are you going to— I mean, I'm sorry." Sarada could tell Delta was holding back out of loyalty for whoever the cloaked man was. "Give us an amount for the girl"

"Three and a half billion" the old woman sighed, "that's how much she's worth"

The cloaked man suddenly stood and turned his head slowly to face the little girl, "hello Rita"

Rita gulped, "hey—hey mister"

"You're a pretty girl," the man stated as he knelt to match her height. Sarada's face was soaked with sweat as she could only now properly smell his aura. This guy was different; his aura was thousands of times stronger than Boruto's, and he was likely more powerful than both her father and Lord Seventh combined. "I also like your hair."

"Thank you"

"I need you to come with me" The man stretched his arm towards the girl, "take my hand"

Sarada's breaths grew heavy, her Sharingan... it had no effect on this girl... this girl was not being controlled by her Genjutsu... but somehow, she had seen through the same eyes. Rita slowly began elevating her hand.

Don't! Sarada prayed under her breath, don't take his hand.

And as if the girl had heard her abruptly, she stopped halfway through. The man drew back his hand slowly. "I see" his voice was gentle no longer.

Delta grew a blade under the cloak. "Shall we...?"

"No"

The door opened and another man entered, making the fat house owner shriek. "WHO IS THAT MAN! SECURITY GET HIM!"