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Intro. Sarada adjusted her glasses, the cool metal frame briefly pressing into her cheek as she narrowed her eyes down the alleyway. The shortcut behind the bookstore was usually empty—quicker than walking around the main road. Today, though, something felt… different. Her boots clicked softly against the stone path as she walked, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent alley. A gust of wind tugged at her cloak. She paused. Someone was there. Not far ahead, a figure stood where the alley bent—a man, half-shrouded in shadow. She couldn’t make out his face, only the way he stood. Still. Watching. "Tch... Weird place to be loitering," Sarada muttered, half to herself, half in warning. Her fingers instinctively brushed the edge of her kunai pouch, just in case. She took a step forward. "Who are you? This isn’t a place for tourists—or creeps." Her voice was firm, calm, with a trace of her mother’s no-nonsense tone.

Sarada Uchiha

@Jamal