Uzumaki Clan.
[Mito Uzumaki POV]
The island of whirlpools, home to the revered Uzumaki clan, hummed with life as the wind swept across its vibrant landscape. Steep cliffs surrounded the island, plunging into the churning sea below, forming a natural barrier against outside threats. At the center of the village stood an elaborate sealing array, its markings etched deep into the stone ground, glowing faintly with power. Several red-headed shinobi knelt around the seals, their hands pressed down as they funneled their chakra into the intricate design.
A faint, high-pitched hum filled the air as a small distortion appeared above the array, flickering like heat rising off a desert floor. The shinobi, drenched in concentration, increased their chakra output, and the distortion grew, warping the very space around it. A strange sound echoed through the air—a tear in reality—before a grand carriage, adorned with the Uzumaki clan's iconic swirl, emerged from the rift. The shinobi, breathing heavily from their exertion, withdrew their hands. One of them, a young woman with bright red hair, walked over to the carriage.
"Welcome back, Lady Mito," she greeted, her voice warm and respectful. She opened the carriage door, revealing Mito Uzumaki as she stepped out gracefully.
Mito was the very image of both strength and beauty, with flowing red hair that curled slightly at the ends, cascading down her back like a waterfall of flames. Her eyes, a striking shade of violet, were filled with both intelligence and a hint of mischief. She wore a open white kimono, embroidered with gold seals that shimmered faintly in the sunlight, the Uzumaki emblem prominently displayed on her sash.
"It's good to see you, Asami-san. How have things been in my absence?" Mito asked with a polite smile, her voice melodic but carrying an underlying firmness that demanded attention.
Asami, a talented young shinobi, bowed slightly before answering. "Nothing major has happened since your visit to the Senju clan, my lady. However, the clan head has requested your presence immediately upon your return."
Mito sighed softly, a small sound that hinted at both amusement and mild annoyance. "Of course he did," she muttered under her breath before straightening her posture. "Lead the way."
The massive gates of the Uzumaki village loomed ahead, wide open and adorned with intricate seals carved into their surface, glowing faintly with protective chakra. The sight before her was breathtaking, though familiar. The streets bustled with red-headed villagers, their laughter and chatter filling the air. The village, nestled on an island, was both a haven of peace and a fortress of seals, its beauty blending harmoniously with its formidable defenses.
The village itself was a picturesque blend of nature and tradition. The houses, designed in the traditional Japanese style, lined the streets with their red-tiled roofs and beautiful wooden architecture. Clear streams crisscrossed the village, with elegant bridges arching over them, adding to the serene ambiance. A few mountains stood tall in the distance, their peaks dusted with snow, framing the village like a perfect landscape painting.
Yet, despite its peaceful exterior, the village was laced with hidden traps and powerful seals, meticulously woven into its very infrastructure. The Uzumaki were known far and wide for their mastery of sealing techniques. Outsiders often mistook their cheerful, easygoing nature for foolishness, unaware of the brilliance and danger that lay beneath. The Uzumaki were not only masters of seals but also fiercely protective of their own.
As Mito walked through the village, her thoughts drifted back to her recent encounter with Adam—her distant cousin—and his refusal to return to the clan. His presence lingered in her mind like an enigma, and while she admired his strength, his rejection unsettled her.
Before long, she arrived at the grand temple that stood at the heart of the village. The structure, enormous and imposing, was intertwined with smaller buildings, forming a complex that housed the clan's religious and cultural heritage, as well as its political center. The temple was also the residence of the clan leader, Ashina Uzumaki, who was known as "Ashina, the Reaper of the Uzumaki" to outsiders—a title earned through his fierce reputation as a warrior. But to Mito, he was her eccentric and doting grandfather.
After a brief exchange with the guards, Mito entered the temple, navigating the familiar hallways with ease. She glanced momentarily at the academy passage, where young Uzumaki were trained in both sealing and combat, before heading toward the door marked "Clan Head." She knocked gently, her voice firm but respectful.
"It's Mito. I'm back from my mission."
A gruff voice responded, "Come in."
Pushing open the door, Mito stepped into the room. The office was an explosion of vibrant colors—reds, golds, and greens—strangely fitting for her grandfather's eccentric personality. Behind a cluttered desk sat Ashina Uzumaki, his red robe embroidered with the Uzumaki crest. His sharp purple eyes were the only indication of the formidable power he held, yet there was a softness in his gaze as he looked at Mito.
"I'm back from the talks with the Senju clan," Mito began, her tone formal despite knowing what was coming. "I was told by Asami-san that you wanted to see me, Clan Head."
For a moment, Ashina stared at her with an unreadable expression, his gaze intense. Then, without warning, he shot up from his seat with surprising speed and enveloped Mito in a tight embrace.
"MITO! GRANDFATHER HAS MISSED YOU SO MUCH!"
Mito groaned internally but coudnt hide the small fond smile that appeared on her face as Ashina wept openly, tears and snot staining her pristine kimono. "Grandfather…" she muttered, gently prying him off. "I've only been gone for two weeks. You always act like this."
Ashina wiped his face with the handkerchief Mito offered, his grin sheepish. "Of course I worry! What if something happened to my precious princess? I didn't sleep for days contantly worrying about your safety…well, until your grandmother knocked me out."
Mito sighed, both amusement and exasperation lacing her voice, but there was a faint smile on her lips. "Good job grandma." Mito mutters thinking in amusement of her grandparents antics. Despite his title and reputation, Ashina Uzumaki was, at his core, a doting family man who adored his grandchildren.
"Anyway," leaning back on his desk Ashina continued, regaining some composure, "how did the mission go? Those Senju didn't give you any trouble, did they? If they did, just say the word, and I'll march right over there and teach them a lesson!"
He flexed his bicep with a smug grin, clearly proud of himself.
Mito chuckled softly before recounting her diplomatic mission. "Nothing too troublesome. Though the Senju clan leader, Butsuma Senju, did request a direct meeting with you."
Ashina pondered her words for a moment, but Mito furrowed her brows but decided to speak her mind as her grandfather might want to hear this so she took the opportunity to bring up her meeting with her cousin Adam. "On my way back, I came across someone unusual. He had white hair with red streaks and misty blue eyes. His presence… it reminded me of us, our chakra."
Ashina's eyes widened, and he leaned forward eagerly. "Are you saying he's an Uzumaki? Even if only half, he's still family. Did you get his parents' names?"
Mito hesitated briefly before nodding. "His father's name is Fushin Uzumaki…"
At the mention of the name, Ashina's expression changed. The vibrant energy drained from his face, replaced by a deep sorrowful expression rarely seen on the normally vibrant and energetic clan leader. "F-Fushin… is he… alive?"
The sadness in Mito's eyes was answer enough. Ashina slumped back in his chair, regret heavy in his posture. "If only I hadn't been so hard on him… I always pushed him, compared him to his brother. And now…"
He trailed off, the room filled with nothing but the soft sound of his quiet weeping. After a few moments, he looked up at Mito, hope flickering in his gaze. "And his son? What's his name? Did you try bringing him back to the clan?"
Mito smiled faintly as she recounted her meeting with Adam. "His name is Adam, and he's around 15 years old—two years younger than me. He attacked me with the Adamantine Chains, which is how I confirmed his identity. When I asked him to return, he refused. He said he wanted to be free. Quite stubborn, though he has a certain… charm."
Ashina chuckled through his tears, his eyes brightening slightly. "Ah, Fushin's boy, huh? I'd like to meet him one day, maybe convince him to come back."
The conversation shifted back and forth between Adam and Fushin, with Mito providing more details about her encounter. They spoke for hours without realizing it, the day slipping into dusk. Just as the light began to fade, the door to the office swung open, and a beautiful red-haired woman entered the room.
"Mito! You're back!" she exclaimed, her green eyes lighting up with joy as she rushed over.
Mito smiled happily in excitement, stepping forward to embrace her grandmother. "I missed you, Grandma."
Her grandmother, dressed in a vibrant red kimono, hugged her tightly. "I missed you too, my little princess," she cooed, her voice filled with affection. As she held Mito, she glanced over at Ashina and playfully narrowed her eyes.
"That's not fair!" Ashina huffed, clearly offended. "Why does she always miss the old hag more than me? I'm not only the better grandparent but the one who worries more!"
As mito looked back in exasperation at her grandfathers blunder she saw her grandmother Kurumi' eye twitching dangerously. Without warning Blue-colored chains suddenly materialised in the air, wrapping around Ashina before he could protest further. "Ohhh, 'old hag,' you say?" Mito's grandmother teased. "Seems I've been too lenient with you, Ashina. Mito, dear, could you wait outside while I have a little chat with your grandfather?"
Amused, Mito watched as Ashina's eyes pleaded for mercy as the chains wrapped around him blocking any attempt at what she could assume would be screaming, she decided to leave them to their usual antics. With a final glance at her grandparents, she turned and exited the room ignoring the muffled screams and the sadistic laughter coming from the office.
As Mito walked toward the base of the mountain connected to the village, she passed the elegant mansion nestled against its foot—a home she shared with her family. The path was familiar, lined with trees and flowering plants that bloomed vibrantly in the evening light. Walking past her brother's room, she decided it was time to relax. She likely wouldn't be sent on another mission for a while, and she intended to enjoy the peace while it lasted. Laying down on the bed she coudnt help but be excited for what the future will bring for herself and family.
END
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I was extremely demotivated and though of dropping this ff even tho I was enjoying writing it as all 10 of my saved draft chapters got deleted somehow, tried to recover them by reaching out for support but it was a lost cause. I originally was just going to leave the work unfinished as I got extremely demotivated from all the work getting lost but I then saw BigOunce giving me power stones almost every day, honestly motivated me a lot so I decided to write this chapter and continue the work. I switched to the Uzumaki PoV mostly centered around mito and her family as I want to build more charecter instead of just solely focusing on adam. Also I was planning to do a uchiha and senju pov next 2 chapters before they got deleted might still do them idk but next time it switches to adam's pov it will be a big timskip, also I'll be having adam interact with other clans not just the 3 main ones as i want to explore the warring states era more,
Big thanks to BigOunce1618 this chapter is in your honour.