Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Kishimoto Masashi.

At the break of a certain day, the sun was welcomed by tall, tiled buildings in the centre of Konohagakure, followed by the Hokage Monument as the regular stand-by. Well, unlike the stones, the day was greeted differently by different people to their own satisfaction or frustration.

"Ammmemmm, Ammmememe. More rice!" A dark-skinned girl nonchalantly held out her empty white bowl with little reminisce inside.

"You're really taking all in, aren't you, Chocho? You didn't forget about tonight, did you?" Asked her mother of the similar skin tone with her large husband smiling pleasantly with his own set of food.

"Of course not! This is just appetizer for next week!" The girl confidently spoke up with her thoughts drifted to the important days.

"Remember to come in time tonight, Inojin!" A platinum blond woman shouted from the inside of a distinctive flower shop of Konoha. There sat her husband who simply finished his first vase painting of the day.

In response of his mother's call, the same, yet different figure stemming from the two turned around from the door and answered "Got it, mum. See you all tonight!"

He eventually departed from the shop with evenly divided thoughts of his training for next week and his meeting tonight.

"Shikadai, wake up and wake your father up for breakfast!" A rough female voice echoed throughout a traditional Japanese house, which was unwillingly welcomed by the youngest member of the house. That member lazily sat on his bed with droopy eyes and thoughts merely passed on with the time.

"… … Ah…ah… Got training for next week…and right…tonight too…ha…"

"Shikadai!" The voice echoed once more, but with more sternness.

"...Darn…why did I even think about all of these…how troublesome…"

A pale boy was sitting in the middle of a dense forest with his hands together as a seal and a scroll in front of his legs. His frown deepened with his concentration and chakra. Right when the light of dawn broken through the fresh leaves, his calm, mature voice broken the silence, along with a slam on the ground.

"Kuchiyose no jutsu!"

In midst of sudden white smoke, a dark blue snake appeared with the similar height as its summoner. It immediately bowed the latter with the deep female voice "The name's Mido. At your service, young master."

Its summoner, Mitsuki, was filled with much joy that he managed to complete the jutsu before next week. More than that, he would be able to do what he wanted to do.

"Can't wait to show this to Boruto and Sarada tonight!"

"Can't you just let me sleep for another five, Himawari?" A blonde whined with his hands grabbing the ends of his bed tightly against the mighty force coming from the other side. Grabbing his legs with full determination was a fairly young girl with blue hair and eyes of different gradient and a stubborn frown.

"No! You have to wake up now, onichan! Otherwise, we won't have time to buy everything by tonight!" HImawari replied with both excitement and impatience in her voice.

"Come on, it's just food and some silly toys! Not like it's gonna take the whole day! Just give me five hours! I came back late from training last night and I need rest for next week!" The older boy, Uzumaki Boruto whined without giving up his hold on the bed.

"Those aren't silly toys! They're presents for a special reason! And you still have another week before next! Now wake up, onichan!"

"Just give me five!"

"Ha!"

"Hm!"

"Cha!"

The shouts continued on the other side of Konoha. Deep within the familiar grounds of the previous generation, there stood a girl punching and kicking a beaten-up log. Any passer-by would think of her to be insane or overly enthusiastic to be training in such early hours. To her, it was neither here nor there. Nothing but the desire of recognition.

That ended with a final flying kick onto the log and the once neatly combed black hair began to fall out of the neatness. Sweat began to flow down her face but still, she could not be bothered.

"At this rate, I'm still gonna be the same…" The girl cursed herself as her mind ventured towards the time when she was refused the chance to save the current Hokage by her own father.

As an analytic child and ninja, she could not help but to envy the trust that the man had in her teammate instead of her. Of course, she was not jealous to the point of resentment on Boruto. Rather, it was the point of self-loath that none of her abilities could truly help the situation then. She just wants to prove something to him.

Now, she is Uchiha Sarada, a Genin with the dream to become a Hokage and one step to that dream will be up next week.

However, tonight…just tonight, she will just be Uchiha Sarada, simply the daughter of Uchiha Sasuke and Uchiha Sakura.

Hey guys!

I'm finally back after a huge round of roller coaster ride for the past three months. I'm sorry for the delay of the sequel (cos of personal stuff) I may call this a sequel but new readers don't have to read the prequel 'The Final Say' cos it's not directly related. So don't worry...

Anyway, just to kick things off, this prologue is here for both mine and everyone's sake. I guarantee that the official first chapter will be twice as long, so stay put for next week!

Hope guys then! Enjoy^^