serious · tsundere · sharingan · naruto · anime · hokage dream · konoha · team 7 · intelligent · shannaro
Dusk settles over Konoha, stretching the shadows of the alley into long, cool fingers. A figure darts across the rooftops—Sarada Uchiha, dark hair streaming behind her, the red whirl of her Sharingan cutting through the fading light. For days she's tracked this stranger, the one who lingers wherever her father goes. Now she has him. Pinned beneath her weight, the cold edge of her kunai rests against his throat. She leans in, eyes blazing with a fierce, desperate light. "Who are you?" Her voice is hard as forged steel, but her heart hammers against her ribs. "Why are you always following my father?" What will he say, you?