Shinobi bullying

Parte 2

Ch2

My mother had already gone to bed when I finally got home. For a moment I thought about cooking something but I was too tired and wanted to do nothing more than throw myself on my bed and cry. My body was sore, from the race, the laps around the training field, the thousand push-ups and what Sarada had done to me, which had not only destroyed my mind and spirit, crushed under her feet like my dignity, but also my body. 

As I undressed, I thought back to the last moment when our eyes had met, after I had completed my humiliating work and had also wiped her toes clean with my tongue. Sarada's eyes however were glacial and I had not found the satisfaction I was looking for, for a moment in fact I had hoped that everything I had done had been for something, that I had made my classmate happy and that she would finally stop making my life hell, what more could she do to me after all ? Sarada, however, did not seem at all happy with my work and, without saying a word, had gotten up slowly and, after giving me a sudden kick, had stomped my body violently, before jumping up and disappearing into the trees. After being used as a sort of springboard, I had been able to do nothing but massage my aching cheekbones and struggle to get back up, well aware that I was totally covered in mud...which I also had inside my stomach, thanks to Sarada.

After taking a long shower, I tried to forget what had just happened to me, and after throwing myself on the bed, I fell asleep hoping not to have nightmares and at least in my dreams, to be happy and free from the anguish of that sadistic girl with the sharingan. Needless to say, my sleep was hell, and I found myself endlessly rewatching those mud-covered sandals that always remained filthy despite my tongue working relentlessly. Then, as Sarada's evil laughter echoed yet again in my head for the umpteenth time, I heard my mother call my name, a new day had begun, and I hoped I was not late once again.

That day at the academy was rather boring, and fortunately I was not the only one who could not stand the theoretical lessons on ambushes and various enemy traps. Shikadai was snoring deeply in the back of the classroom, and Boruto, who sat next to him, did nothing but complain under his breath. The only person who seemed to be following the lesson was class leader Sumire, and I couldn't help but be envious from her attention span, considering that I was watching everyone but Shino sensei. Of course, I couldn't help but study for a long time, from a distance, Sarada who seemed intent on writing something in her journal while Chocho, a few steps away from her, continued to eat her chips. Only a few hours later our sensei said something that finally caught our attention.

- All right guys, now I want you to choose a classmate who will be your opponent in a duel after the lunch break -

- Shino sensei it is not good to fight with a full stomach - Chocho protested, opening a new packet of chips.

- A shinobi must always be ready for a battle - Shino sensei replied, before his words were interrupted by Boruto.

- By your own reasoning you could never fight, Chocho -

As the entire class burst out laughing, I could only think of my future challenger. I couldn't lose and I definitely needed a good result after the previous day's disaster or I would really risk being kicked out of the academy. So why was I thinking of nothing else but Sarada ? Challenging the strongest in the class, with Boruto, was sheer madness. But evidently my mind must have suffered some damage because during the lunch break I couldn't stop and after approaching Sarada, who was eating bento, I said to her:

- Sarada would you like to fight me ? -

The girl burst out laughing and her eyes even filled with tears, was my request really so absurd ? Could I really never have been a worthy rival for her ?