The power in me ( Boruto Next Generations: A Sarada X Kawaki Fanfiction)

Pink flowers and red mementos

A few days later: "What do you think? Why do you think he gave me this flower?" Sarada hears her friend talk dreamily, lying on her stomach and staring at a pink camellia. Annoyed, Sarada rolls her eyes, her fresh injuries healing from a test battle with Lady Tsunade. This time, it's not the small bruises or scratches that are easy to heal. The sharp pain of the fresh fracture is a new experience for her, and being able to use only one hand makes it even worse for Sarada. To top it all off, she's disappointed that the Kazekage and Lady Tsunade were against giving her her father's cloak back. Lost in thought, she reviews what has recently happened: "This is a good exercise for you to sharpen your concentration," the 5th told her after a test battle had taken place. Sarada sighs in frustration. Lady Tsunade is so different from her mother. Unlike Sakura, the 5th has no problem inflicting more complicated wounds on her. Her strong blows have repeatedly struck Sarada, and Tsunade, as a Medic Nin, knows where her blows hurt the most. Sarada tried to copy her Taijutsu with the 5th but did not anticipate the precise strength, or rather, that Tsunade had no qualms about seriously injuring Sarada, which led to Sarada's injury. Sarada was so frustrated and provoked in the end that she finally threw a chakra-charged kunai at the 5th from behind in a fit of anger, with only one functioning arm. Shizune, Tsunade's former fiancé's niece, had to deflect Sarada's sneak attack with her kunai with all her might. Shizune and Tsunade's gazes met Sarada's furious look. "Sakura taught you a dangerous attack technique that I didn't expect at your age," Tsunade explained to her in surprise, handing Sarada's broken kunai back to her. "At first, I thought of not recognizing you as my new student. I don't like your father. More precisely, I despise him. But I also see traces of Sakura in you. You can thank your mother for changing my opinion of you, and now heal your wound on your own. You have a day, and we'll meet here again tomorrow. So hurry up with your next exercise!" The 5th said to her sternly.

She only vaguely registers Chocho's babbling. Lady Tsunade's last comment is still haunting her memory. Frustrated, she blows her hair out of her face, her hair having grown too long. "Hey! Sarada, are you there? Are you even listening to me?" Chocho's comment and the tapping on her shoulder bring her attention back. "Ouch! Be careful!" Sarada hisses in pain, reflexively holding Chocho's forearm with the supposedly broken arm and wrist. Chocho looks surprised at Sarada. "Sarada, your arm!" At Chocho's remark, Sarada looks surprised at her affected upper extremity. "Oh, it's healed again... It still hurts a bit, but it'll be fine..." Sarada examines her arm critically. "You're making progress as a Medic Nin!" Chocho comments proudly and puts her arm around Sarada's unaffected side. "My dad always said good Medic Nins have leadership qualities."

Sarada pulls her legs to her and wraps her arms around them, "...maybe. But I never wanted to be a Medic Nin. I always wanted to be like the 7th." Deep sadness fills both of them at the mention of Chocho's father Choji and Naruto. "My parents died in the destruction of Konoha, and the 7th is still missing..." Chocho says sadly. "Plus, I don't know what happened to Inojin and Shikadai." Her friend starts to cry at so much grief. "I'm sorry for you..." Sarada can only say, and a thick lump forms in her chest. Chocho wipes her tears away and tries to smile. "But we have to look forward, right?" "Mhm..." Sarada can only respond, and her much too long hair falls back into her face, hiding her own tear-glistened eyes. "Oh my goodness ! We really need to change something about your appearance," Sarada notices how her friend, Chocho, pushes her overly long hair to the side and secures it behind her ear. Chocho looks at Sarada thoughtfully and asks, "By the way, where is your Konoha emblem headband?" Sarada looks somewhat disheartened and tries to remember, but as often happens, she cannot recall what happened to her distinctive accessory. "I don't have it anymore," she says, contemplatively. Chocho appears surprised, "What? You don't have it anymore? You always cherished it and wore it with pride." Sarada shrugs resignedly, "What's the point? Konoha doesn't exist anymore, anyway. I don't need it." Chocho is taken aback seeing Sarada in this despondent state, a far cry from the Sarada she used to know. Now her friend sits there, completely closed off, her now unruly hair, which hangs in front of Sarada's face, giving her a dark appearance. Chocho comes up with an idea, "There must be something that helps you." She takes one of her butterfly hairpins and tucks Sarada's unruly hair back. Chocho examines Sarada's changed appearance. Sarada blushes slightly at this affectionate gesture, "Chocho..." "Better!" Chocho grins mischievously at Sarada, slightly reassured that the old Sarada still resides deep within this somber person. Sarada's eyes remain locked on Chocho.