some realistic and in-character father/son conflicts boruto could have
- naruto is an overbearing parent who wants to be involved with Everything they do and doesn’t know how to give his kids space
- naruto is over-protective of his loved ones to the extreme
- naruto has no idea what ‘normal’ father-son relationships are like thanks to his childhood, as a result he can make a lot of mistakes due to wanting his children to like him more than doing what’s best for them
- naruto is the entire village’s dad and boruto wishes he could have more one-on-one time rather than ‘nart is babysitting Everyone’ time
- naruto is the Most Embarrassing of all dads
- boruto is terrified by the prospect of ever living up to his father’s legacy
- boruto expects that his dad/the ninja world would hate him for not becoming a ninja and following in naruto’s footsteps
- boruto expects that his ninja skills will be handed to him on a silver platter due to his parentage
- boruto doesn’t take in naruto’s many lessons on hard work because his skills were handed to him on a silver platter
title: mama says rating: K pairings/characters: papasuke, sarada summary: you’re nothing like your mother; everything like your mother author’s note: sasuke has recently returned to konoha (permanently) and has begun to train with boruto. sarada is around 14 here and a chuunin. ps: feedback is always much appreciated:)
Sasuke Uchiha sits perched in a tree, high above the west side training grounds of Konoha, reserved for newly minted chuunin. He watches his daughter and her team train as Konohamaru Sarutobi shouts about them staying in formation. He asses the children and reasons that the team is well balanced; each child holds their own strengths and their weaknesses are counteracted by the abilities of their teammates.
Naruto’s dobe—son—tellingly, is the most gifted when it comes to chakra. He’s proficient in his taijutsu skills, unlike Naruto, thanks to Hiashi Hyuga who’d rather be damned than have his grandson be clueless as to even the most basic secrets of the gentle fist. In his time training with Sasuke, he’s been able to perfect his rasengan; it varies slightly in chakra nature from his father’s and the Fourth Hokage’s, but it’s powerful nonetheless, and he wields it with confidence as if he created the jutsu himself. Sasuke had to hand it to him, despite his cluelessness, recklessness and stupidity, Boruto was confident and brave—definitely his father’s son.
Mitsuki’s skill is slimy, gruesome and leaves even Sasuke with the slightest pang discomfort. How or when Oorchimaru taught his spawn the body distortion techniques he used so frequently (and frighteningly, Sasuke recalls), was beyond him. The blue haired boy was as precise as he was mysterious, and despite the vivid, raw memories of his old mentor flooding back to him with every move Mitsuki made, Sasuke couldn’t help but feel bad for the boy. He was clearly talented, but he couldn’t imagine how cautious others must have been of him—scary talent wasn’t always as cracked up as it seemed in the shinobi world.
Then there was Sarada, who, he’d never admit to, but, watched over a bit more carefully than the others. He watched as she trained with the diligence, poise and perfection expected of an Uchiha and wielded the same chakra control and fiery spirit of her mother. Fireballs flew from her lips with as much ease as the ground shattered below her fists. She threw shuriken with scary accuracy and spun her sharingan in a way that left Sasuke with no doubt that she had Itachi’s eyes. She weaved through training dummies with a chidori that chirped more violently than his own while her long, dark hair flew behind her.
And Sasuke smiled. He was full to the brim with a kind of pride he never thought he’d feel again—the kind when you’re so proud of your family that it leaves a visible smile that stains your heart forever. He hasn’t felt this way since Itachi was in his life, but he knows what he’s feeling now is even more abundant than the love and pride he felt as a genin baby brother, because Sarada is his daughter, his flesh and blood, and in the simplest of words, she’s incredible.
I love anime/manga fandoms cuz when the anime comes out there are always two groups: Those that read the manga and those that didn’t. And just watching all the discourse on tumblr after an episode airs is fascinating cuz of the various reactions.
When something terrible happens you have manga readers (left) and anime only fans (right) like
When there’s a cliffhanger (left aka Eren: anime only; right aka Mikasa: manga readers)
When somebody’s about to die (left aka Jack: anime only; right aka Pewds: manga readers)
When everything’s good in the anime but shit’s about to go down (left aka Steven Yeun: anime only; right aka Andrew Lincoln: manga readers)
When the terrible thing that is happening in the anime right now isn’t that bad compared to what’s going on in the manga (left aka Anais: anime only; right aka Gumball: manga readers)
When the season ends and you have to wait a year (or more!!!) for another season but the manga is still ongoing (left aka Dan: anime only: right aka Phil manga readers)
And even through it all we still manage to stick together and watch our fandom grow