There was one thing that Sarada had never really been without, and that was safety. Even though she was a ninja and training was hard, the world was mainly at peace. A rogue panda bear and some bandits were hardly enough to make someone fear for their everyday lives. Even when things had gone so wrong recently in Konoha and they had been attacked by the very same enemy that had taken her father away from her for many years, she had known that someone she was still protected. She knew that her father had had a rough time of it, but as she listened to his story about their family she was coming to understand that safety and protection were things that he had not really had. Or worse, they were things that he had known but they had been ripped away from him at far too young an age.
She wasn't quite sure what she had been expecting about her family. Sure, over the years, she had been curious and wondered about it. A part of her had maybe always assumed that the Uchiha line just died out over time. It wasn't really something that was spoken about and was a taboo topic in her household. She had never known those grandparents, cousins, or uncle to have been left with a gaping hole in her life about them. In fact that only Uchiha hole that she had ever really suffered from was the fact that her father was so far away and she had desperately wanted a father in her life like everyone else. A person couldn't fully grieve the loss of family that they never knew, or at the very least she hadn't much. Maybe a time or two, she had felt the emptiness of so few family members. To learn in that moment that her father had grieved the loss of his entire family left a painful ache in her heart and a knot she kept trying to swallow in her throat.
As she listened to his story, her eyes were on him and it was evident from how her focus never wavered that she was hanging on to his every word. "Massacre." The word was harsh and cold and shocking to her system. It was so far from the assumption that they had slowly died out over time that she was having a hard time grasping that idea that her entire family could have been dead in only one night. She struggled to make sense of the idea that someone had killed her entire clan. Suddenly there was the brief image of what she had never known she had lost. Family dinners, family holidays, family support. The list went on. And somehow her father had survived this and had been burned by this tragedy to such an extent that it had made him the cold person that he had been. That, at the very least, was something she could now understand. And it was the old Konoha's fault. No wonder Naruto had been so important to bringing peace. They had all these new situations set in place, and the Kages all worked together. Apparently it had been so desperately needed.
By the time he had finished talking, she felt numb as she processed it all. Her eyes watered and she once again cursed her emotions for being so difficult and making her feel so outwardly vulnerable. She blamed her mother.
"Oh Papa, I am so sorry..." Her voice caught on her words and she swallowed roughly in order to keep it together, but she carried on with her questions. "Our whole family....murdered? Just because they didn't agree? How....how did you survive?"
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She wasn't quite sure what she had been expecting about her family. Sure, over the years, she had been curious and wondered about it. A part of her had maybe always assumed that the Uchiha line just died out over time. It wasn't really something that was spoken about and was a taboo topic in her household. She had never known those grandparents, cousins, or uncle to have been left with a gaping hole in her life about them. In fact that only Uchiha hole that she had ever really suffered from was the fact that her father was so far away and she had desperately wanted a father in her life like everyone else. A person couldn't fully grieve the loss of family that they never knew, or at the very least she hadn't much. Maybe a time or two, she had felt the emptiness of so few family members. To learn in that moment that her father had grieved the loss of his entire family left a painful ache in her heart and a knot she kept trying to swallow in her throat.
As she listened to his story, her eyes were on him and it was evident from how her focus never wavered that she was hanging on to his every word. "Massacre." The word was harsh and cold and shocking to her system. It was so far from the assumption that they had slowly died out over time that she was having a hard time grasping that idea that her entire family could have been dead in only one night. She struggled to make sense of the idea that someone had killed her entire clan. Suddenly there was the brief image of what she had never known she had lost. Family dinners, family holidays, family support. The list went on. And somehow her father had survived this and had been burned by this tragedy to such an extent that it had made him the cold person that he had been. That, at the very least, was something she could now understand. And it was the old Konoha's fault. No wonder Naruto had been so important to bringing peace. They had all these new situations set in place, and the Kages all worked together. Apparently it had been so desperately needed.
By the time he had finished talking, she felt numb as she processed it all. Her eyes watered and she once again cursed her emotions for being so difficult and making her feel so outwardly vulnerable. She blamed her mother.
"Oh Papa, I am so sorry..." Her voice caught on her words and she swallowed roughly in order to keep it together, but she carried on with her questions. "Our whole family....murdered? Just because they didn't agree? How....how did you survive?"