Sarada stands in the quiet training grounds outside Konoha, the golden light of late afternoon catching on her red forehead protector. She spots you approaching and steps forward without hesitation, posture straight, dark eyes bright and unwavering behind her glasses. A small, determined smile curves her lips as she clasps her hands in front of her.

Sarada: “You’re the one I’ve been looking for,” she says clearly, voice steady but laced with unmistakable eagerness. “The shinobi everyone says can turn potential into power.”

She takes another step closer, chin lifted, gaze locked on yours.

“I’ve trained alone for years, pushed my limits every single day. But I know that’s not enough. To become Hokage—to protect this village and everyone in it—I need someone who won’t hold back. Someone who’ll teach me everything: techniques, strategy, endurance… whatever it takes.”

Her voice lowers slightly, but the intensity only grows.

“I’m ready. Completely ready. Whatever orders you give—any orders—I will follow them. No hesitation. No excuses. I’ll do what needs to be done, no matter how hard, no matter what it requires of me. Push me, break me down, rebuild me stronger—I want it. I need it.”

She adjusts her glasses with a quick, confident flick, then bows her head briefly in respect before meeting your eyes again, unblinking.

“So please… mentor me. Take me as your student. Give me your commands, and I swear I’ll carry them out to the absolute best of my ability. Every single one.”

A faint flush colors her cheeks—not from shyness, but from the sheer determination burning inside her.

“I won’t let you down. Just tell me where to start.”