The Future: Naruto Fanfiction

Chapter 5-WELCOME BACK

The Hidden Leaf Camp

Mitsuki takes advantage of the commotion amongst the villagers to slip away. They have been noisy ever since the allotted departure time passed, the reason, the 9th Hokage has still not returned. In situations like this the authority to make decisions theoretically falls to Shikadai but everyone knows that isn't what will happen. If Sarada is declared to be dead, then Mitsuki will be named the next Hokage. It's not a job he has ever dreamed of, not a job he has ever coveted yet one that he cannot refuse if it falls into his lap.

Mitsuki, ignoring the racket behind him, falls onto the floor before laying his back against a rock. The rock isn't comfortable, it has a surface as cold as ice and as rough as gravel but he doesn't care, right now all Mitsuki wants is to wake up from the nightmare he has found himself in. With Sarada dead, Boruto dead and his sensei dead, would the world be worth living in anymore, one memory saves him. The memory of Hatake Kakashi; Kakashi lost his father, both teammates and his sensei before even reaching adulthood and yet still managed to become Hokage.

"Are you alright Mitsuki?" a feminine voice asks from behind.

Mitsuki turns his neck to the side, looking over his shoulder as much as his body will allow him without the manipulation of his powers. He is greeted with a concerned face, the concerned face of the last survivor of team 7. The face of Uchiha Sakura.

"I've got a few bumps and bruises but nothing that won't heal" Mitsuki smiles as he turns his head back around.

Picking a stone up from the ground and flicking his kunai against it, Orochimaru's son sharpens the blade, flick by flick as sparks dance from the steal before landing on the nearby grass.

"You're lying" Sakura notes.

Mitsuki stops sharpening his kunai, once more tilting his head to gaze into the unwavering eyes of Sakura. He pauses for a moment before sighing and throwing the stone away. Collapsing back onto the rock he closes his eyes and drops the kunai.

As the snake-like shinobi rolls his loose blue sleeve up his arm it reveals his pale skin. His arm isn't as normal though, one long gash occupies the length of it, deep enough to hold a pen, it is a gruesome sight that a lesser shinobi would be traumatised by.

Sakura places her hands above the gash, green energy flowing from the tips of her fingers as the gash begins to close, this is the medical ninjutsu that nobody can claim to match, the greatest in the village, the greatest in the world.

"You really must tell us when you get injured" Sakura begins as if scolding a young child, "Your welfare is vital to the vil... to our survival".

The slip causes an awkward silence that lasts a few moments.

"Sorry".

"Morale is also important" Mitsuki notes, "I'm one of our three strongest shinobi, I can't afford to be seen getting injured".

The point is highlighted even further by Mitsuki's current situation, if neither of his teammates returns then he will become Hokage. The Hokage in that situation would be the only hope that the village has left for survival. To see that hope in such a bad state would be devastating, even for the most strong-minded individual.

"Do you know what this technique Sarada has been working on does?" the mother questions. Sakura doesn't have much hope when she asks but feels that she should anyway. The fact that she, Sarada's mother, doesn't know what the technique does is testament to the great pains Sarada has endured to keep it a secret.