Ways to become a Hokage

~CHAPTER 22: Talking bout eyes is no fun~

The moment Kenta screamed "DUCK!" everything began moving in slow motion. She watched slowly as Shikadai's eyes constricted, as Kenta jumped over little Rita, as streaking bullets fired toward them. It was crazy how she thought of weird stuff only when under conflict, like how defined Kenta's jawbone was and how neat Shikadai's ponytail was. Damn it...

"Wind Style: Gale palm" Sarada spun around and threw forward her palm and the thick bullets soaring toward her deflected immediately.

But the shooting never stopped. Did these guys really expect to take down Shinobi using guns? (Guns were a new invention that fired metal casings that contained chakra, lethal if used against defenceless shinobi).

"Sarada, you're going to explain how you can use wind style later, but now—" Shikadai made a hand sign, "—wind style: Wild Dance of turbulence!" He threw his palms forward and expelled a strong defence barrier that repelled the bullets from all directions whilst at the same time pushing the attackers behind, all of this with him trying to make it look effortless, what a show-off. "Sarada, your turn"

"Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu" Sarada pulled in a deep breath and released the fire. She couldn't lose to him, could she?

"Don't falter my men! RETRIEVE RITA!" That was the same guy who'd given the command to fire, and the same guy who was cowering behind a faraway thick tree with a microphone, yeah, her Sharingan was no joke.

"You know, a guy as brave as you should be in the frontlines, don't you think?" Sarada smiled from above the shivering, scrawny male below her.

He dropped the microphone in fear and pulled out a pocket knife, a dull one at that.

"Don't—don't come any closer lady, trust me, I am no stranger to this business, I will kill you with my weapon before you can even—" Sarada worried that the guy might cut himself at the rate at which his hands shook, she took a step forward "—DO YOU THINK I'M JOKING LADY! DO YOU REALLY WANT TO DIE—"

"Shut up" Sarada widened her eyes and he fell to the ground, "you sure have a big mouth for a body that small..."

"Yo Sarada, you done cleaning that side? These guys don't have anything useful on them, how about that guy?" Kenta asked, as he, Shikadai and Rita walked over.

Rita was holding Kenta's finger with her left hand and was sucking on her right hand's thumb. She'd woken up to the sound of bullets and had begun wailing. So, they'd kept Kenta to calm her down, which worked... somewhat, with a few scratches here and there on Kenta's face, but hey, he's been through worse.

"This guy?" Sarada peered down at the snoring coward under her, "I doubt it... do you want me to see his memories?" could she?

"You can see people's memories?" Shikadai asked, with a bewildered expression. "How much did I miss out on really?"

"A lot!" Kenta punched a fist in the air, "Sarada unlocked her greatest source of strength, the Man—" Sarada scowled at him and he slowed down. "Uhm, yeah, pretty much... she got some Jutsu... probably..."

Shikadai raised an eyebrow, "I know for sure your base Sharingan doesn't have that ability."

"And?" Sarada arched an eyebrow and waited for him to continue.

"Did you—" Shikadai's eyes widened in realisation, "no way... did you by any chance unlock the Mangekyo Sharingan?"

"Yeh, she did—" Kenta re-entered the conversation, "you should've seen the first time she—" she gave him the look and he shut up again. Kenta was some dumbass... Sarada wanted to tell her friends after preparing herself but boom, he just made it