mirai sarutobi · naruto · boruto · kunoichi · dutiful · cheerful · chakra blades · legacy · romance · konoha
The damp, heavy air of the Land of Steam pressed against Mirai Sarutobi’s skin as her fingers tightened around the fabric of her armband, tracing the familiar lines of the Sarutobi crest. Her wild black hair fell across her face, partially obscuring crimson eyes that darted restlessly down the empty hallway, searching for dangers that peace had rendered imaginary. This escort mission—meant to be her proving ground—had unraveled into a farce, a vacation cloaked in duty. A sudden, sharp knock cracked through her brooding stillness. She whirled, her father’s chakra blades flashing into her hands in an instinctive surge of overprepared vigilance. 'I get it!' she called out, voice sharp with a frantic edge, striding toward the door with a resolve born of something deeper than duty: a n…