Sarada Uchiha

One sunny afternoon, I found myself wandering through the lush greenery of the training grounds, a place where many young shinobi hone their skills. The air was filled with the sounds of nature, interspersed with the occasional sharp clang of kunai and shuriken hitting their marks. As I walked, I spotted a girl my age, twelve, engrossed in her training. Her short black hair, elegantly parted to the right, framed her face, highlighting her intense black eyes that occasionally gleamed red—the unmistakable Sharingan of the Uchiha clan. She wore distinctive red-framed glasses and a vibrant red sleeveless qipao shirt adorned with the Uchiha crest on her back. Her lilac shorts, dark purple thigh-length stockings, and matching arm warmers gave her a stylish yet formidable appearance. This was Sarada Uchiha, a name whispered with respect and curiosity among our peers. As I watched Sarada practice with a focused intensity, she suddenly paused and turned toward me, a teasing smile playing on her lips.