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komogomo-blog · 2 months ago

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ジョージア凱旋帰国

ジョージアに帰ってきた二日前。九月25日。

長かった旅��旅と言えるのか）から帰ってきた。遠路はるばる、クタイシ空港にて足を地面に着けるとき、少し緊張というか、安堵というか、物悲しさというか複雑な感情が身の回りに張り付いていた。

そこから予約したバスに乗り込み、トビリシまでまた爆睡。いつものことだが、二日経っても今ジョージアでUZUに住んでいる仲間と一緒に居ても、自分が今ここジョージアにいることに現実味が湧かない。凱旋帰国と言える程、皆が帰りを待ち望んでくれていたわけではないですがUZUにいるメンバーは鍋を作って待っていてくれた。早く会いたかったのにいざ目の前にすると何をどうやって喋っていいのか分からなくなってしまっていた。

九月27日　16:29。

既に腸にダメージを受けている。ケンさんは血便気味だそうだ。一日目はビールとワインで乾杯。二日目はビールとウォッカ、三日目は何だかんだでビール、四日目、イベントでビールにワインにチャチャ、終了時刻は朝四時。今日は渡辺さんが来るようだ。腸を整えないと色々と活動も行えない。そもそも体が持たないけれども、これらの飲み会から逃れることはもはや出来ない。昨晩、朝三時頃、ケンさんはしれっと逃げようとしていると先輩たちが逃げるなとまた引き留める。

そんな時は自分が犠牲になるのが定番なのだが、その時ばかりはケンさんを見逃してはくれず、おまけに先輩らはケンさんよりも年上で、逃げるに逃げれない。もっとヒートアップしていく先輩たち。酒は危険。

UZUは任されてくれた彼らによって、よりお洒落な雰囲気ができていた。来る人も変わりつつあり、彼らのUZUでの活動もより楽しさが増している様に見えた。そりゃしんどいことも面倒な事もあっただろうけど、良い影響をUZUに与えてくれたのは良いなと思っている。これからももうしばらくこれを続行していたい。来年の一月二月にはその人たちも日本に帰らなければと言う、また誰か捕まえないと自分がエジプトに行けなくなるし、また自分の作る雰囲気に戻したくはない。

ただ単に行ってほしくないと思うところもある。気が合う様な気もしているし、彼らとの生活も楽しいと思う。彼らが自分の事をどう思っているのかはわからないが。

裏のお店計画もまだ進んではいない。来週の月曜日からだろう。

土曜日はまたラーメン。それに加えてロシア人の服屋さんがUZUで一日出店したいそうで、その準備も進んでいる。DJの先輩も帰ってきて、豚骨を茹でる準備を始めだした。

ジョージアのUZU Houseでも無駄な戦力になりつつある自分である。新たにリーダーをやってくれた仲の良い二人の姿を見ていると、自分はやっぱり彼らと友達でもなかったかなとふと思ったり、何だか浮いてるのか、嫌われているのか、仲間外れにされたような変な感触がある。そもそも同じ立場に居ないから、話せないことや共有出来ない事があるのだろうか。向こうはそんなことも考えていない気もする。二人で全てを共有出来るから、他と共有しようとは思わないのだろう。加えて、年下の自分に敬語を使う場面もある気がする。そんなに付き合い辛いだろうか。

そんな感じで浮いてる訳です。

今回の旅、前半はおばあちゃんの見送りから始まって中盤ケンさんとの濃いエジプト挟んでの後半ドイツで先輩に会うのとお金を作ってジョージアに帰るという全部で二ヶ月の移動だった訳ですが、心は今頃どこを彷徨っているのでしょうか。まだ自分の所まで辿り着いてないようで、落ち着かぬ日々を過ごしている。

九月29日

今日は土曜日のイベントの翌日。金曜日に寝なかったからか目が覚めたのは16時に差し掛かった時だった。良く寝れたのはまあ良いのだが、一日何も出来なかったなと起きた瞬間から思い、またがっかりする。昨日の豚骨スープの残りとパスタで二郎系を作って食べ、その後は一日だらだらと過ごす。

もうドイツを離れて一週間。また会いに行きたいと思うものの、ドイツに行くことが出来るのはまだまだ先の話になりそうである。それに一週間ばかりでまた会いたいなんて女々しい事言ってられないと自分は思うのだが、狂っていきそうな気配も自分から感じている。二三年前に付き合った彼女の家まで行く徒歩七分でさえ、面倒に感じていた自分が今ドイツまで休みをケンさんから貰って飛んでいくことはまず無いだろう。その時も何故UZUを離れられなかったのかわからない。ずっと入り浸ってしまうからなのか、うつつを抜かす自分に危機感を漠然と感じるからなのか、自分は今までロクな恋愛なんてしてこなかったなと思い出す今日の暇。昨日ケンさんに訊いたのだが、自分みたいなずっと傍に居てやれない男が恋愛した場合、「最終的には女に捨てられる未来しか待っていないから、ちゃんと良い思い出作っとけよ」だそうだ。相手が求める最終的なゴールや形は全く考慮していない。から最後は捨てられるでしょう。一瞬「まあそうよな～」と空想するが、良い思い出さえも残さなければ、自分には本当に何も残らないなと思い、ちゃんと行動に移しておこうと考えを改めた。前ならいつかダメになるならもう別れてしまった方がいいんじゃないかとか考えたが、その考えは最近は出てこなくなったと思う。

急に何の話を始めだしたのかと思ったそこのあなた、良いことあったんですよ、ドイツで。最近はそれをジョージアで長い知り合いの女の人に話して恋バナを楽しんでいる。

これもケンさんの受け売りで学んだが、この諸々の感情の揺さぶられ方も新鮮で楽しいなと思えている。普段生きてて可愛いなとか綺麗だなと思う人はごろごろ居るが、わざわざナンパしようとならなかったり、お近づきになろうとしない中、良い人とそういった関係になるのは大変奇遇で喜ばしい事で良いなと。鼻の下伸ばしながら書いている訳ですが、そんなこともいつまで続くのか。お互いの人生でやるべきことや訪れること、そんなことを考えると早く心を強くしておこうと思う次第です。傍から見てても気持ち悪いだけですからね、鼻の下伸ばした無精ひげ生やした男なんて。

#komogomo #ジョージア #uzu house

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semisolidmind · 2 years ago

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Where do Emi and Uzu sleep in the house? Do they share a bed?

they sleep in the master bedroom on the side of the house furthest from the road. Uzu has fortified that entire area so they have some defense, and he’s a light sleeper anyway

#click for quality cause mobile is stupid #semisolid ocs #fuwa fuwa pandemic #emi is super tired #but resting next to Uzu is the most safe sleep she’s had in months

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kyuremking · 2 years ago

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Uzushio Clan Hierarchy - Senjumaki au!

Well, as I'm writing Mito and Hashirama's wedding fic, I've decided to finally make the clans that inhabit Uzushio and that are a big part of its population.

- Uzumaki

The Uzumaki clan, the undisputed leaders of Uzu no Kuni, a clan full of true monsters with many skills and an explosive character, from their powerful life force that gives them incredible longevity, their terrifying use of Fuinjutsu, the adamantine chains of great power or their wielding of Yin energy to create and summon terrifying creatures.

Descendants of the Sage of the Six Paths, but not inheriting his philosophy, the Uzumaki searched for a place they could call home where they would not have to worry about fighting over territory.

So they set out to sea in search of a home, they were lucky enough to find an island that they would eventually expand themselves through earth and lava element jutsu.

And in time, some clans seeking a safe haven would seek refuge with the Uzumaki and become their vassals.

Uzushio is an archipelago half the size of Mizu no Kuni, and is made up of five islands.

- Vassal Clans

1.- Bunraku

The first clan to join the Uzumaki on the island of Uzushio. They are direct descendants of Hamura Ōtsutsuki, they did not inherit the Byakugan or the Shikotsumyaku, but they inherited the Ōtsutsuki's love of puppets.

Their obsession with puppets is only comparable to the Uzumaki's obsession with Fuinjutsu, which is why both clans got along like a house on fire from the very beginning.

They consider themselves artists rather than warriors, but beware of anyone who interrupts when they are creating or testing a new toy for their puppets. Their puppets are much more detailed than those of Kaze no Kuni and can move independently. They are also often used for theatres.

This clan also possesses the mysterious rabbit summoning contract and are pyromaniacs on the level of the Uchiha.

2.- Yurei

The second clan to join the Uzumaki. The Yurei clan is possibly the clan with the strongest connection to the Yin element in existence, so much so that they were on the verge of extinction when they were unable to maintain their physical body.

For this reason they swore loyalty to the Uzumaki, so they would help them with their Fuinjutsu to stabilise their bodies and not become wandering spirits without a body to return to.

Yurei possess the ability to separate their souls from their bodies and become ghost-like beings, so they can fly and move at great speed, they can become invisible and intangible and possess the bodies of other people. However, in this state they are unable to use jutsu as they are pure spiritual energy.

The Konjiki and Hoseki clans joined the Uzumaki at the same time. In reality, these clans possessed a great rivalry which resulted in competition between them. They made the mistake of trying to invade Uzushio to make it their final battleground where one clan would exterminate the other.

However, the Uzumaki gave them the biggest beating in history, so both clans quickly swore allegiance to the Uzumaki to avoid being exterminated.

3.- Konjiki

The Konjiki clan possesses the ability to use the Metal element and some of their clan members possess the ability to use the Magnet element.

The use of the Metal element is similar to how the members of the Kaguya clan use the Shikotsumyaku, i.e. the metal emerges from their body and then they can control it remotely.

This metal is a great conductor of chakra so it is used for specialised tools and weapons.

The clan still retains its great rivalry with the Hoseki clan, at least now they are not at each other's throats all the time.

4.- Hoseki

The Hoseki clan possesses the ability to use the crystal element, an extremely versatile and powerful element.

This clan has a taste for preserving what they consider beautiful, ranging from the most ordinary things such as flowers or animals to people or body parts such as Doujutsus.

Although they are naturally more powerful than members of the Konjiki clan, it is only when they possess the magnet element that they are truly evenly matched.

5.- Namazu

The last clan to join the Uzumaki, they possess great physical strength as well as a strong connection to the Earth element and Lightning, as well as sensory abilities.

They consider themselves to be the most powerful of Uzushio's vassal clans and often start fights. The clan is also known for its frequent sumo tournaments and has a strong rivalry with the mainland sumos.

Thanks to their contract of summoning catfish they are able to generate earthquakes.

#naruto #uzumaki clan #Mito Uzumaki #senjumaki! au #naruto uzumaki #Kushina Uzumaki #senju clan #hashirama senju #tobirama senju #senju tsunade #tsunade #Uzushiogakure #uzushio

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last-knight-who-was · 2 years ago

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Here's a list of ships/fandoms I'm into, in case anyone's interested.

RWBY Ruby/Penny (Nuts and Dolts) Ruby/Weiss (White Rose) Ruby/Blake (Ladybug) Ruby/Yang (Enabler) Weiss/Blake (Monochrome) Weiss/Yang (Freezerburn) Blake/Yang (Bumbleby) Weiss/Blake/Yang (Bee's Schnee's) Ruby/Weiss/Blake/Yang (Pollination) Ruby/Cinder (Fallen Petals) Ruby/Neo (Strawberry Shortcake) Ruby/Emerald (Blood Mint) Ruby/Ilia (Chasing Rainbows) Yang/Neo (Baked Alaska) Cinder/Neo (Spicecream) Weiss/Ilia (Prismatic Ponytails) Weiss/Winter (Schneecest) Blake/Ilia (Catmeleon) Ren/Nora (Renora) Jaune/Pyrrha (Arkos) Jaune/Ren/Nora (Renorarc) Winter/Robyn (Snowbyrd) Robyn/Fiona (Springthyme)

Danganronpa Mukuro/Junko (Despaircest) Komaru/Toko (Tokomaru) Komaru/Syo (Syomaru) Makoto/Kyoko (Naegiri) Chiaki/Sonia (Soniaki) Chiaki/Chisa (Yukinami) Chiaki/Hajime/Nagito (Komahinanami) Hajime/Nagito (Komahina) Fuyuhiko/Peko (Kuzupeko) Kiyotaka/Mondo (Ishimondo) Imposter/Ryota (Mitworai) Ibuki/Mikan (Band Aid) Monaca/Kotoko (Class Clowns) Aoi/Sakura (Sakuraoi) Komaru/Kotoko (Komasugi) Junko/Monaca (Towashima) Komaru/Kotoko/Toko Mukuro/Kotoko

Kingdom Hearts Aqua/Cinderella (Aquarella) Kairi/Naminé (Namikai) Roxas/Xion (Rokushi) Sora/Riku (Soriku) Lea/Isa (Leaisa) Aqua/Kairi

Kill la Kill Ryuko/Satsuki (Satsuryu) Mako/Ira (Iramako) Nonon/Uzu (Uzunon) Rei/Nui Ryuko/Satsuki/Nui

Avatar Azula/Katara (Azutara) Aang/Katara (Kataang) Sokka/Suki (Sukka) Zuko/Azula (Zucest) Mai/Ty Lee (Mai Lee) Korra/Asami (Korrasami) Korra/Kuvira (Korvira) Korra/Jinora

She-Ra Adora/Catra (Catradora) Entrapta/Hordak (Entrapdak) Glimmer/Bow (Glimbow) Glimmer/Frosta (Glimmta) Adora/Angella

Supergirl Kara/Lena (Supercorp) Kara/Alex (Kalex) Alex/Sam (AgentReign) Alex/Maggie (Sanvers)

Resident Evil Jill/Claire (Red Valentine) Jill/Wesker (Weskertine) Chris/Wesker (Chrisker) Leon/Ada (Aeon) Leon/Ashley (Leshley) Claire/Sherry (Clairry) Helena/Deborah

Sonic the Hedgehog Metal Sonic/Amy (Metamy) Shadow/Maria (Shadaria) Shadow/Molly (Shadolly) Rouge/Topaz (Roupaz) Sonic/Sally (Sonally)

Pokémon Dawn/Cynthia (GirlPowerShipping) Hilda/Rosa (WhiteSquareShipping) Selene/Lillie (MoonLilyShipping)

Mass Effect f!Shepard/Liara (Shiara) Jack/Miranda (Jackanda) Tali/Legion (Talgion) Tali/Garrus (Talibrations) Samantha/Gabriella

Dragon Age f!Tabris/Leliana f!Mahariel/Morrigan f!Cousland/Alistair Alistair/Morrigan f!Hawke/Merrill f!Hawke/Bethany f!Adaar/Sera

Hazbin Hotel Charlie/Vaggie (Chaggie) Charlie/Emily (RoyalHalo) Charlie/Emily/Vaggie (Charlie's Angels) Angel Dust/Husk (HuskerDust)

Miscellaneous Arya/Daenerys (Danarya) - ASoIaF/GoT Arya/Sansa (Sansrya) - ASoIaF/GoT Andrew/Ashley (Coffincest) - The Coffin of Andy and Leyley Carla/Penny - Kindergarten Max/Kate (Marshfield) - Life is Strange Alex/Steph (Chenrich) - Life is Strange: True Colors f!Dragonborn/Serana - Skyrim Gaz/Tak (TaGr) - Invader Zim Emma/Regina (Swan Queen) - Once Upon a Time Elsa/Anna (Elsanna) - Frozen Rapunzel/Cassandra (Cassunzel) - Tangled: The Series Heather/Alessa - Silent Hill Dipper/Mabel (Pinecest) - Gravity Falls Ben/Gwen (Bwen) - Ben 10 Luz/Amity (Lumity) - The Owl House Hunter/Willow (Huntlow) - The Owl House Lightning/Serah (Farroncest) - FF13 Kara/North (Northara) - Detroit: Become Human Kara/Alice - Detroit: Become Human Cal/Merrin (Merrical) - Star Wars: Jedi Series Mai/Maki (Zenincest) - Jujutsu Kaisen Raven/Jinx (Raejinx) - Teen Titans Vi/Jinx (Vijinx) - Arcane Anna/Marnie - When Marnie Was There Isabela/Mirabel (Isamira) - Encanto Wynonna/Waverly (Earpcest) - Wynonna Earp Chell/GLaDOS (Chelldos) - Portal Monika/Sayori (Sayonika) - Doki Doki Literature Club Yuri/Natsuki (Natsuri) - Doki Doki Literature Club Zelda/Link (Zelink) - Legend of Zelda Link/Midna (Midlink) - Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess Lana/Linkle (Lalinkle) - Legend of Zelda: Hyrule Warriors Enid/Wednesday (Wenclair) - Netflix’s Wednesday Kim/Shego (Kigo) - Kim Possible Katniss/Johanna (Joniss) - The Hunger Games Frisk/Chara (Charisk) - Undertale Alphys/Undyne (Alphyne) - Undertale Ripley/Call - Alien: Resurrection f!Revan/Bastila (Revastila) - KotOR f!Exile/Atris - KotOR 2 f!Exile/Brianna - KotOR 2 Mercy/D.Va (Hanamercy) - Overwatch Sayo/Hina (Sayohina) - BanG Dream Jessie/Zofia (Terror Twincest) - Wolfenstein: Youngblood Yuzu/Mei (Yuzumei) - Citrus Needy/Jennifer (Needifer) - Jennifer's Body Ginger/Brigitte (Fitzcest) - Ginger Snaps Kanade/Yukino - Candy Boy Vanessa/Gregory - Five Nights at Freddy's Gaige/Angel (Gaigel) - Borderlands 2 Ahsoka/Barriss (Barrissoka) - Star Wars Ahsoka/Bo-Katan (Bosoka) - Star Wars Alice/Rain (Ralice) - Resident Evil films Lara/Sam (S.S. Endurance) - Tomb Raider Tara/Sam (Carpentercest) - Scream Sydney/Tatum (Tatney) - Scream Danny/Jazz (Sibling Secrets) - Danny Phantom Danny/Dani (Sue Killer) - Danny Phantom Coraline/Beldam - Coraline f!Deputy/Faith - Far Cry 5 f!Captain/Carmina - Far Cry New Dawn Bella/Alice (Bellice) - Twilight Bella/Rosalie (Rosella) - Twilight Bella/Leah (Belleah) - Twilight Nicole/Jecka (Jeckole) - Class of 09

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luchicm04 · 8 months ago

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lost in the forest - part 18

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Summary: The Uzumaki enter the scene at long last. Both heirs leave a permanent first impression.

Pairing: Senju Tobirama/Original Female Character

Tag: #lost in the forest fic

posted on ao3

Word Count: 5.2k

Overall warnings: canon-typical violence, adult content, time skips, angst, kidnapping

It is an elegant event, is what she notices when she begins to walk in a formal yukata in cold colors that match her light hairstyle in a fallen braid. Karen feels out of place considering her features and certain strangenesses outside the clan.

Even so, she rises swallowing her discomfort to continue at her pace. It is not the first time this has happened... before, she also felt the same, although today it is heavy.

“Karen, you remember the practice, right?” Mikami is at her side with an extremely careful gesture. Just like her, she wears a yukata in typical colors of her clan with flowers matching her comb.

“Yes,” she sighs with a frown, offended by such doubt. She easily remembers all the mistreatment from that time. Karen still follows the course. There are many glances... until she reaches the main house.

She can’t help but feel like she doesn’t fit in among everyone present when she notices strong features, slightly more pearly skin, and a reddish color in their hair so deep that it seems unreal.

Like those fantasy tones that existed in her old home, where they had to bleach your hair so that it would take on that longed-for tone, although here they are diverse in a variety of warm colors that are surprising.

Fantastic.

“Good afternoon, miss,” one with a good-natured appearance gives the newcomer an interesting arch. He looks extremely pleased by such a visit that makes her raise her eyebrow. She greets back and doesn’t overlook the type of accent he has even though it is the same language, sullener and more raised that it is difficult for her to understand.

She didn’t know there were other tones that confuse her.

“Oh... well, Hashirama-ni wrote about you in his letters, but seeing you in person... is remarkable,” the young man comments, bypassing those she believed to be his guards, descending the stairs with agility. His yukata is a bit more sumptuous than the locals themselves.

“Really?” She raised her eyebrow doubtful at such a comment. Does said leader talk about her to other people? That worries her and she does not avoid feeling exposed.

“Of course, although let me tell you that only good things,” cheerful and happy he whispers in her ear calmly. “Mikami-san... also a long time without seeing you... same, Grandmother Kaori,” he greets those who are escorting her.

“Sir,” her former tutor states. “You should not be here.”

“Oh, well, my sister wanted to be alone with her future fiancé before the formal presentation,” assures the man right next to her without taking his eyes off her for too long. “And Oto-sama is with them,” he explains lightly, not caring that he is saying extra things, with a pleasing touch to her direction.

Annoying.

“I see,” Mikami sighs. “Karen-san, this is the young heir f the Uzumaki clan, who comes from the country of the Whirlpool. Uzu no Kuni is east of the Land of Fire,” she explains in more detail without missing a beat.

“I had heard that you are unaffiliated with the hidden villages,” the same slightly tanned man blinks innocently. “But I did not think that civilians could have this kind of ignorance of their surroundings.”

“Aoki-san,” someone calls with his harsh voice. She sighs in relief that even if it was the irritating Senju who she saw, he would get her out of this strange situation with said foreigner so close.

“Oh, Tobirama... don’t tell me san, it’s too formal,” he complains so boisterously in a different way than the man she has heard, crossing his arms.

“You are the son of our ally.” The albino frowns to look at her. “Karen,” he calls the girl who sighs with relief at standing next to said acquaintance.

Like a little help from so many strange things around her, which she won’t say out loud obviously.

“Oh...” The redhead points out easily. “I didn’t think that you...”

“It’s not/It is not what you think,” both declare at the same time, making it uncomfortable. She stays silent letting the man talk.

She’s already tired... Can’t she go?

“Well, if not... there may be always a chance.” Cheeky, Aoki gives her a solemn gesture. “But how rude of me... young noblewoman, my name is Uzumaki Aoki, heir to the clan and prince of the Whirlpool Country,” he clarifies with more luxury of detail, seeing how Mikami is ashamed of the omission of name more than his position. “And I am happy to finally meet such a fine lady... as I said, I have heard about you and your reforms. They are remarkable.”

“It is not much.” Karen looks uncomfortable about the rest. “Still... nice to meet you,” she leans slightly, trying to get out of this thing that she simply can’t put a name to. The anxiety rises and she wants to be somewhere else other than here.

Even now, she would be more than happy to live in isolation...

“Karen-san... it is a strange name,” points out the man. “Do you have a last name?” The redhead asks directly, which makes her blink at such a comment.

No one has asked her beyond her first name.

So even if she doesn’t admit it... the consideration is notable.

“I have,” the civilian calmly accepts, looking worried because it is long and difficult to pronounce for a language that is not hers. It’s difficult to say even in English.

“Oh... and could I know it?”

“Alright!” Someone calls behind her, saving those present from such a disturbing question. Karen sighs in relief when the man turns to see who is leaving the main house, ignoring the look of ‘we’ll talk about this later’ from a particularly bitter Tobirama.

Hashirama and a beautiful striking woman came out behind them with equally luxurious clothing. Karen couldn’t help but notice this and regret again not bringing her camera. “What?” She frowns when the albino shinobi keeps irritating her with those red eyes staring straight at her.

He doesn’t say anything, he only turns his face when his brother starts to speak. He looks smiling... although the civilian, even though she is not a shinobi, sees a shadow in the eyes of said leader.

Understanding something... getting married for politics never gets off to a good start... especially not for young people, right?

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The hustle and bustle and the noticeable red color added to this routine is a bit special. There are many people who start drinking while some others talk about such special feats that they mostly ignore her.

Being a civilian, they don’t involve her in much... besides, listening to Uzu’s accent is tiring and makes her head hurt enough.

“Uh... I don’t think you should be here,” the girl points out, watching Hashirama give her a glass of something she can only sniff. “Is it alcohol?” She questions doubtfully in her native language with a soft gesture.

“Yes.”

“I don't like to drink... thank you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I prefer some juice,” Karen says, not wanting to make a disfigurement when she feels that, despite the relaxation, they hope to approach her... at least with Uzu’s presence the harassment has calmed down, but she feels that the grandchildren of certain councilors are on the lookout.

It’s a shame that they are hosts and must attend to their guests who may be well known.

“I will consider it,” he says to take the two glasses easily, which makes her look at him with clear doubt.

“Something is happening, isn’t it?” Looking at the panorama, Karen asks her partner without moving. Being almost on the edge of the entire event is good because it gives her time to think and get away from the men who are not exactly trying to talk to her.

Annoying.

Hashirama doesn’t look sad, but he doesn’t look as cheerful as he usually is. “Did you notice that?”

“It’s difficult not to, you tend to be brighter,” she shrugs, being honest with one of the qualities by which she recognizes this former kidnapper, especially when it comes to his fiancée. “She is a beautiful woman,” she clarifies nimbly.

“Mito... she is beautiful,” the man accepts. “However, I... I haven’t seen her in a long time.”

“Really?”

“The Uzumaki clan and the Senju are allies, but they are in another country. Visits are complicated with the war,” he states without hiding anything of what is happening, as he normally would, a point that clarifies how tense he is in this situation.

Talking sometimes works very well.

So she leaves it without asking anything in detail. She huffs... she wished she had some juice to pass the time.

Pity.

“I see...” Karen remains thoughtful a little, thinking about the type of long-distance relationship in a world without technology like hers. If having phones there are breakups... she can’t imagine one where they rarely communicate.

“In your... home, do they do this?” He questions out of nowhere directly.

“...This?” The civilian blinks, a little surprised by the turn of his words. “Get engaged?” She questions, doubtful of this turn.

“Y-yes.” He doesn’t look shy, but he does look curious.

“It’s complicated,” she explains without missing a beat. “In history, there have been many of these engagements. Things that were used to strengthen alliances, exchanges or even stop wars.”

“Stop wars?”

“Yes, it is said that some civilizations did it... they offered their daughters for peace.” She accepts the old traditions of her world in a time where it was so difficult to be a woman, especially when they were treated as objects of exchange unfairly.

Without considering your own feelings or rights.

“Oh...”

“There may not be love... but it is complicated like romance itself.” She sighs with a soft gesture because this is a controversial topic itself, taking into account that her ideals and values clash a lot with what is presented in this reality.

Karen sees her mistake at mentioning her opinion. “I think it’s not what you wanted to hear.” She raises her arm in confidence, as she did with work colleagues in difficult times, so she doesn’t hesitate to squeeze the man in consolation, passing my much the normal etiquette. “Frankly, I don’t know what to tell you, because these teachings do not apply at certain levels... where I come from, it is no longer common.”

“You?”

“Me?” She blinks innocently... but she sees her partner’s slight blush. “If you’re asking, I never got married,” she sighs, remembering. “But I remember one or two who wanted something more,” she says, looking at the boisterous shinobi who begin with their own business. “I never took the step, I didn’t give it a chance... not when I focused on what I wanted.”

“...”

“I preferred my job, my specialty over starting a family,” she explains in more detail, seeing the confusion normal of who does not understand much of what she says. “I wanted to grow in my work,” she explains in simpler words. “To be independent.” She keeps analyzing her position somewhat.

“It sounds lonely,” the light man replies calmly.

“It’s not when you have a family that supports you.” She mocks the irony of such a comment. Isn’t she supposed to be there to listen to the sorrows of said leader? ...She doesn’t know what this guy is doing to make her start rambling about intimate things.

She may have been here for two years... but she is still closed in on many things.

Especially when it comes to her closest circle.

“I... I would like you to...” Hashirama looks extremely uneasy to look at her without a strange softness. He remains silent hesitantly.

“Hashirama, Mito-san is waiting for you,” someone suddenly calls. Seeing a bitter Tobirama was no surprise. He raises his eyebrow between them, until he frowns at his relative with an air of scolding.

“...I’m going,” the leader declares to look at her. “Thank you for your words,” he accepts after a while, leaving her wondering what he wanted to ask her.

“No, on the contrary... if you need to talk about it, you can count on me. I won’t be of help regarding romantic things, but I know that both of you will find a way to be happy,” Karen comments as if nothing had happened, with sincerity of what she feels said man will achieve.

Even if a few months ago she wished for the worst, given her isolation... now that she knows them a little better (what they tell her clearly), she doesn’t feel that it is that bad.

At least Hashirama... he deserves to have a happy life of his own and fine love in some way, because rejecting this practice would ruin the peace of two powerful clans... She doesn’t put her own ideas or right and wrong first. It’s not her culture nor her time and she knows it will be misinterpreted.

Letting herself be carried away by the river... making only clear the openness of being friends despite everything.

She hopes that’s enough.

“Y-yes.” Hashirama doesn’t look especially happy but he walks away, giving a gentle gesture to Tobirama. She can see him walking in his elegant clothes among the men who make boisterous happy greetings about this pact and what it means politically speaking.

It’s sad... feeling love is overvalued... and it’s too painful to watch.

Karen sighs and shales those thoughts away, feeling like yet another thing has been lost in this whole interaction that they rarely have considering she deals with his brother more.

“...Here,” the albino orders harshly, interrupting her analysis still watching the leader sit at the main table.

“You seriously can’t be nicer, right?” Irritated, the woman sniffs said glass, taking it calmly. She sighs audibly at who is still standing next to her.

“It is juice,” he says with his rough, flat voice.

“Huh?” She frowns at this and raises her eyebrow, so she simply takes what was delivered after a while, refreshing her throat. She sighs... it was unnecessary to tell him that she is not a fan of alcohol and that is strange. “Well... thank you”

“...”

“You know, you’re still terrible company,” the woman snorts, annoyed by the silent human with clear cold intentions. “Shouldn’t you be somewhere else? ...I don’t know, attending to the guests,” she offers bitterly.

“Hashirama will take care of it.”

“You are his brother, don’t leave him alone in this.”

The albino greets his teeth but doesn’t comment on anything, maintaining his tree position to one side. At least it’s useful and scares away those who turn to look at her. In her annoying yukata, she’s still bright in the light of the torches that begin to unfold around her with a technique that is sure to be foreign magic.

“The chakra does facilitate a lot,” she comments, keeping this conversation in her native language.

The man says nothing, remaining in his sullen essence.

“You know, it if worries you... it would be good if you told him,” she sighs, trying to theorize about why her partner is so bitter, more than usual... He is not usually like that, not even on their bad discussion days.

“...What are you talking about?” Bites venomous her companion.

“He’s your brother, he will understand that you worry about him. It’s normal.”

“It is none of your business.”

“Tobirama... why do you have to be so difficult?” She complains.

Said man does not give her an answer. “What did he say to you?”

“He didn’t tell me anything exactly... I guessed it,” she sighs, remembering the conversation. “Getting married without love is difficult, more so when an alliance with such distinguished people depends on it.”

“Love is not necessary.”

“Your brother... deserves to be happy. A woman who loves him.”

“You?”

“No, obviously,” she rolls her eyes at such an out-of-place comment, not at all affected by the kind of insinuation that passes by. “Just... It’s good that he talks to someone, and you should be his support. Help him now he looks so doubtful about it.”

“He knows what he should do. Do not make him confused.”

“I am not.” The woman easily glares, not understanding what the questions is about, although she is not sure what he means that her information confuses him regarding the path he should take.

She huffs... she’s overthinking things.

“You never make anything simple, woman,” Tobirama says after a moment, while she cursed in languages other than English or the local one.

“It’s my gift.” She shrugs carelessly. “That skill comes with age,” she bites poisonously without caring if they are observed. She sees that they are shameless in whispering behind her back, which makes her frown.

This will be hard to get over... great! More gossip around her.

Tobirama looks at her for a long time. Karen sighs, not knowing what to do about it.

“Why are you looking at me?” She frowns after a while of this silence, adjusting her now empty glass between her fingers in an anxious game of this unwanted company... being direct in her question when this only becomes uncomfortable.

“Mph...”, he huffs annoyed to cross his arms.

Karen rolls her eyes at the null result of her question. “You’re annoying, as always.” Looking at how the food table is now empty, she sees a different and more exciting standpoint than having this bitter shadow at her side.

It’s her birthday... the least she can do is enjoy the banquet, right?

“Where are you going?”

“To eat,” the woman accepts without waiting for the surly shinobi. It was good that the old leader of the Uzumaki clan stopped him, because it would be irritating to have an annoying shadow behind her.

Of course, it had its benefits... drunk shinobi or old councilors did not approach... but she is not willing to sacrifice a good meal for such bitter presence.

It was better... right?

──

Mito is a woman with a very refined, clean face, with those big eyes and reddish hair in two elegant buns that make her distinguishable from any beauty she has seen so far.

Karen can indicate that it would be a success if she became a model... and up close this increases.

“Good afternoon,” the redhead greets her calmly, stopping her mid-eating from her place.

“Nice to meet you, Uzumaki Mito-san,” the civilian says with a solemn tone, bowing as etiquette dictates. She sees her eyes scan her slightly.

“The pleasure is mine, Karen-san,” the woman assures with a soft tone.

“Oh, thank you, Uzumaki-san,” she belatedly remembers the fact that they must speak to her by her last name. She keeps her face firm in front of the presence that carries the infamous princess.

“Mito is fine,” the girl dismisses her to gently place her hands in front of her. “Do you want to talk?” She politely questions.

“Uh... of course,” she says, sadly leaving her place and heading to some point in the meeting. She notices the fleeting glances of the old woman Kaori who changes more plates and refills others. She winks in confidence of Mikami’s teachings.

She hopes not to provoke a war due to some slight or misinterpretation... which makes her feel somewhat distrustful, placing her business attitude at its maximum splendor.

Like having a job interview...

“We can have some tea here, away from the people,” assures the woman, following the passage to an elegant canopy placed in the background just behind the big house. She feels a light tingling on her skin that simply makes her keep on going.

“Thank you.” She sits in perfect seiza right in front of a small table and blinks... it is spacious and with a peculiar smell or herbs or something of lavender that relaxes her anxiety and worry a little.

“Not at all. As noble women, I am pleased that you accepted my invitation,” the redhead speaks with her usual tone and accent while the decorations on her high buns jingle.

“On the contrary, it was nice of you to invite me... as a civilian, there is really not much to talk about,” she shrugs, maintaining her height as dictated by Mikami’s etiquette and scolding.

“Oh, well I do not think you believe that.”

“No?”

“Of course, as I understand it, you have worked hand in hand with the Senju clan,” the lady states, taking an elegant sip of her hot drink. Hers is still ahead... she remembers the steps and hand position very well.

However, she remains thinking about what she said. It is not a secret and as she heard from her brother, he was sincere in that Hashirama spoke about her in his letters.

“Yes, I have... I must admit that the opening that the Senju brothers have given me has greatly favored certain processes,” she says honestly without missing a beat. “So, I understand your doubt about it.”

“Hashirama is an idealistic man,” Mito responds, taking another sip of her drink to stare at her with a special glow that worries her. She doesn’t get uncomfortable... she tries not to do it and make it confusing for the woman.

“He is, but I guess it is a step for his dream.”

“Has he told you?”

“Yes,” the civilian says without hesitation, noticing that a shadow passes over the redhead’s neat face. “Is there something wrong?”

“Nothing,” the woman smiles softly. “You are very close, right?”

“I would not say that, we are like co-workers.”

“Co-workers?”

“Yes, colleagues who seek the same goal,” the civilian shrugs calmly, which makes her feel more confident. “The way they work is gratifying in a certain way.”

“I see,” she sighs. “And tell me, since we are more in confidence... what are you looking for from them?” She comments directly while still sipping her drink again. Karen blinks but she leaves the cup on the table.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, a noble and civilian woman... relating to a clan like the Senju...” She shrugs. “I do not think you would do it for... nothing.”

“Oh...” Karen sees the point. She supposes that the doubt is normal because although she doesn’t want to admit it, even Tobirama looks sullen in every exchange or idea she shares. Perhaps it is a shinobi thing to wait for the figurative shoe to drop.

This woman is direct though. “No good civilian lady would relate to a clan leader and his brother for nothing,” she repeats as if she were talking about the climate.

“Oh, well... no one has been direct with their questions.” The girl is honest about it with a soft smile.

“Oh... does it bother you?” Innocent, the redhead declares with a double blink that almost makes her fall... Karen sees that she is in trouble without really knowing why. She sighs... surely again, like with Touka, even if they are kunoichi, assurance is fragile.

But she cannot be as direct as she was with the Senju kunoichi, since that would be difficult to fix as she is from another clan and and country... and a princess as the icing on the cake.

“It does not bother me... it just surprises me, a lot would be better if they asked directly,” she shrugs, leaving her own alarming musings. “And I am glad that there are still people like this among the shinobi.”

“Well... I like to be clear and this does not look very good for my fiancé,” she declares with a soft smile, leaving her empty cup on the table. Mito is firm in clarifying her point here and her position, which makes her sigh internally.

She sees her point... and even if no one has directly said anything regarding her strange relationship with two of the most important men in the clan, as a woman, that is frowned upon.

“I understand your point.” With a professional tone, the woman looks into the redhead’s eyes. “Hashirama is a good man, idealistic and who puts the well-being of the village above his own. He will be lucky with a person like you by his side.” She goes straight to the point.

Mito looks surprised but quickly replies. “Do you think so?”

“I believe it and affirm it. If you care so much about him as a person, you will be the ideal complement for a leader who aspires to peace... an arduous job that not everyone can carry out.” The civilian cannot deny she was worried that this relationship was more complicated, considering the kind of reaction Hashirama had and his doubts.

“You know... I thought you were just like any civilian... but I see why they see the danger in you.” She smiles, hiding whatever she talked about and with whom. She takes the teapot calmly, pouring it again into two cups.

“I assure you, I am not dangerous.”

“That is what you say... but as a woman, there are other dangers.”

“Huh?”

“But as you say... I guess it is something that should not worry you,” Mito states without missing a beat. “Since my Oto-sama told me about my engagement, when I was introduced to Hashirama years ago... I always saw myself at his side, I prepared as expected of a clan leader’s wife.”

Karen doesn’t see the reason for the explanation, calmly sipping the drink while the young woman elaborates.

“A civilian like you... that you are clear on this, I am glad... I just hope I do not have problems later.”

Karen smiles at that slight threat. “It will not be a problem... and I hope that despite this strange comment, we can be kind in the future.”

“That depends?”

“Depends on what?”

“On his behavior... Hashirama talks a lot about you, about your exploits and described you in a peculiar way,” Mito says with a flat tone. “I know I will be clear about what I am looking for from you.”

“...Well.” She tries not to say anything when she feels offended on behalf of her friend. “I do not think that is a problem... Although it is sad that you doubt your fiancé’s loyalty before the wedding.”

“I do not doubt him.”

“Oh...” The civilian blinks innocently. Did she think she would be easily humiliated? Well... she sighs, putting up with everything that is going through her mind at this moment. “You do not have to worry about me,” she admits shamelessly without any kind of emotional attachment beyond friendship. “I am not interested in some kind of relationship... or that kind of thing. It is not for me.”

“...”

“I may be a civilian, but not all of us aspire to marriage. I am better off alone.”

Mito does not look upset. On the contrary, she shows a soft smile after probing her eyes well. “Well, keep that in mind... I hope to be able to work with you later.”

Karen wants to laugh hysterically at such a quick turn of events. “Of course, it would be good to talk about things other than your boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Yes, you know, your fiancé.” The eldest blinks, noticing the girl’s blush at such a word, as if she is just realizing what will happen next...

Karen sighs softly after all this intense exchange. She hopes she has passed whatever test this has been, so she limits herself to talking about things outside of what she encountered at the beginning.

Feeling uncomfortable at first... and then she was washed away as she understood a little the reason for the young woman’s fear, because if she thinks about it carefully, they always instilled in her the marriage with the young Senju who she apparently loves.

Deep down, this makes her feel a little better... Hashirama will have a good future with a young lady like this who honestly cares about him, his dream and so on.

Mito is not so bad... only now she understands better why she is afraid and although she feels she should not feel insecure, Karen put that talk aside, glad that she did not cause some kind of breakup or political conflict difficult to fix.

──

“Oh, Mito-san is in the room right now.” Karen blinks at the intimidating presence of that red-haired man who laughs lightly.

“Not at all... I was looking for you.”

“Me?”

“Of course, we left a conversation halfway,” the man declares with his happy and boisterous attitude, so different from Hashirama.

“Oh, I do not think it was a conversation, more like a presentation.”

“For me, it was.”

“I see.”

“What did my sister tell you?” He asks without moving from that hallway, which makes the woman resign herself to socializing... she wants to go to sleep!

“Well, she is a good woman. She is intelligent and quite worried because of the wedding nerves.”

“Oh, I imagined,” the man smiles, looking into the distance, maybe remembering something from the past. “She’s fine then.”

“Yes,” Karen blinks at such a comment. “Did you not ask her?”

“Uh...”

“She is your sister, it is good that someone from her family approaches her.” She sighs because she has already touched that point twice today. For a large and traditional clan, there are many gaps in communication.

“Well... she’s a complicated girl.”

“Not so much... she is kind,” she shrugs. “I tend to be a bit open with my sister, asking her doubts, concerns and so on.”

“You have a sister?”

“Yes, she is younger,” she states softly, remembering that exciting bundle about things that don’t exist. Ironic that she is there instead of her relative. “And I would like her to talk to me about these things.”

“She is a woman.”

“I know, but sometimes just telling her that you support her is enough.”

“Uh... do you think so?”

“You are siblings, family... you will always be united even if you do not want to,” the civilian points out with an audible sigh, keeping her distance from that tall character, because why are they all unfairly tall? ...Even Mito is centimeters taller.

“You are civilians.”

“Even if I am...” She rolls her eyes because she has been told that difference so many times. “It has the same meaning for you as it does for me, having a sibling... and even more so when they are younger. Ensuring their safety, being there for them... letting them open about their sorrows.”

“Uh... such an interesting meaning.” The man laughed and approached swiftly in the blink of an eye. She felt his somewhat disturbing breath which made her take a step back. “I like you... maybe we should get to know each other better, right?”

“Ni-san?” Mito is the one who, thank all the gods, saves her from her discomfort. The redhead looks at them... and more carefully at her with an ‘I told you’ expression that she doesn’t understand.

“Mito.” So cold and different from what she saw before, the man stands at his imposing height. “Do you want some dessert?” He asks, taking out a plate from behind him.

Karen wonders if it’s his magic and leaves it be. “I will leave you to talk.” She raises her hands and sees the opportunity to flee, although the cheeky man raises his hand in the direction of her funny locks.

But when she slaps the insolent hand away from her braid to continue on her way away from those siblings, she sighs in relief at being left aside... better focusing on going down the stairs and maybe looking for Mikami.

And just when she locates her among the noise of people late at night... she sees something that worries her... Why is Ryu following her?

A/N: Hello everyone, thank you for your comments and good wishes, now I leave you another chapter for you to enjoy. As you see, the Uzumaki clan is now entering the game... what will happen now? What is Aoki up to? ...Why did Mito tell her that?

Well, considering the type of pressures that women have and the expectations they have in this regard, Mito has been prepared to be a good companion to the Senju clan leader. She is in love... although she notices that Hashirama changed somewhat. Even though they haven’t seen each other... the redhead did hope to meet him.

Karen, for her part, is zero interested in realizing this. She is a person who is uncomfortable with these issues in a certain way because she never paid attention to focus on other things. Considering the type of world in which she developed... she saw this as a nuisance... so she ignored it a lot.

For her mental well-being... plus she feels too old.

Thank you for reading.

Author-chan out!

#lost in the forest fic #warring states period #angst #senju tobirama #tobirama x reader #tobirama x oc #ocs #hashirama senju #naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto fanfiction #uzumaki mito #luchipuchi's writing

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MEGA POST OF INFO DUMP ABOUT MY NARUTO REWRITE FANFICTION: THE SONG OF THE SEAGULLS GUIDE ME TO MY COUNTRIES PRIDE.

(SONG USED IN VIDEO IS OCEANO BY DJAVAN, A brazilian singer and song writer.)

Link for the English translation:

Link for the Portuguese version:

Hello, hello, Olentia here. With a new video about the clans of Uzushio, and the region of Uzushio. I decided to make this video to tell you a bit more about the history of the clans and how the region was formed, since I didn't explain it very well and I don't think I'll have time to explain it in the story, which is well underway at the moment. I hope you like it, love you guys, xoxo.

Words on the video, written in text format:

In this video, we will see some of my inspirations for the aesthetics and setting of Uzushio, as well as some objects, clothing, and jewelry that members of the Uzushio clan would use. I’ve also included some parts of the Uzushio story that I didn’t include in the fanfiction, along with some poems I wrote for each clan, as well as for the nation of Uzu no Kuni. These should provide information about the life of clan members before and after going to Uzushio.

The spiral is a symbol of evolution and upward, progressive movement, usually positive, auspicious, and constructive, especially in its form. While flat, the spiral can be associated with the movement of both evolution and involution.

The Cycladic Architecture of Uzu no Kuni

Jewels of the Wave People /Objects of Worship /Everyday Items

Notable Elements:

Houses made of white marble

Stoves, vases, and pots made of clay

Outdoor vegetable gardens

Greenhouses for poisonous plants

Bricks cut by wind jutsus

Tiles and mosaics

Spiral fountains

Suspension bridges over the river

Blue rooftops

Dome-shaped roofs

Asian-style roofs

Temples in busy areas

White marble brick stairs

Houses built on multiple floors

Wooden houses suspended over the beach

Civil and ninja districts

Central district, where the main market is located

Special Elements:

Seashells

Pearls

Precious gems from underground

Turquoise, jade, amethyst, and crystal

Jewelry made from burned clay

Veils with golden threads

Braids decorated with beads and crystals

Kimonos, kimono tops worn with pants

Uniforms for each village institution

Gloves with iron plates

Belts for holding poison and potion containers

Belts for securing scrolls and weapons

Religious Imagery in Uzu:

Each district has a guiding spirit

Small temples are scattered throughout the village

Festivals are celebrated with dancing and worship

Caves are opened only when necessary(In everyday life, only shamans and spiritual guides are allowed to enter the caves and the underground, where it is believed that the spirit of Okitsu-sama rests during the day)

Items found on the beach or around the island are considered sacred since the entire island is the work of their ancestors and Okitsu-sama, being entirely artificial

A bit of the history of Uzushio and its beginnings, which was not included in the fanfiction

Clans of Uzushio, and a Poem in Their Honor.

This video was originally posted on Tiktok, so, sorry for the formatting. And also, I made it on my computer, and it was a bit difficult because I usually edit these videos on my phone. My tiktok is @uzushioka/@uzulentia. Check it out if you are interested. I post a lot about 'The song of the seagulls guide me to my countries pride' over there.

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The poems, which were translated from Portuguese to English, used in the video:

(Psa: These poems were the first ones I ever wrote, and are supposed to tell some of the stories of the people of these clans before they arrived at Uzushio.)

Uzushio

The stormy seas of my home,A glimpse of the turquoise waters,The reaping of a lifeStill brings beauty, in witnessing the rebirthOf a sunsetTogether with all those I have lost.

Walking hand in handAlong beaches that stretchInfinitely beautiful, white sand,And the pillars of black basalt.The song of the seagulls echoes,The same sound that rings, evenIn my nightmares,Filling my ears.

The deafening sound of the copper bellEchoes and shakes me, disorients me.Your phantom fingersHover over the painted seal,Imprinted on my nape,The same one drawnOn the womb of the Mother of the Seas.And somehow, I feel as oneWith everything that lives beneath my home,With all those whose ashesWere carried by the breeze and bathed in the tide,For a new beginning.For all the knowledge in the world,I seal my fate to yours,As well as that of my people.May the grand PearlIlluminate the serenity of my soulAnd show the way to the other side.

Kanamori

My feet climb a dune,Sand burns my soles,The sun lashes my bronzed skin.The chains woven by my matriarchSeem to be the only gleam that sets me apart,As do the gold coins in my pockets,A weight on my ego, a sin on the roof of my mouth,Bitter, rancor, and fury.

I flee from the past, the sand turns to glass,Multifaceted, multicolored, cutting my feet,And tearing the palm of my hand.My own creation revolts,But I am unable to feel fear,As if the rigid muscles of my faceHad atrophied and lost control.Now I serve the Pearl Crystal,Its hands, gentle and without cuts,Dare to heal the wounds on my body.My soul is clear, full of light like a lamp.The colored glass spins in red, yellow, and orange.The sand is now always cool, wet by icy water.Outside the deserts, my wounds do not dry in pain,But remain secure in comfortable robes.Balm is applied where once iron wounded me,And my laughter rings like copper bells in the wind.

Suzuki

I observe the rustling of the leaves,The hollow stem of bamboo swaysWith the sound of a drum.Shadows approach,Twisting in eerie choreography.A bone slips out of place, another one literallyBreaking through the skin, held only by muscle.My smile is full of teeth,Satisfaction makes my skin glow.Light catches in my third eye,The world spins as if I were twirling.I see myself once more in your arms,The scent is like camellias and the beauty of a narcissus.

The beating of the leather drums halts,Momentarily, I wonderIf I did the right thing, or if my mistake will cost meEven more, as my sins tripleWith each life reaped under the majesty’s orders.In an instant, everything changes, like the wings of a butterflyBeing trampled, beyond repair, beyond salvation.

She comes in the form of a pair of eyes,Purple like a violet,Bronzed skin like a Goddess,Even her accent is foreign.He finds himself captivated, carried by her words,Sweet as wild bee honey.The hunter only realizes he’s been caughtYears later, sitting side by sideOn a mountain of palm trees,Sand as white as the marbleThat builds the house of his dreams.The smile is the same, even as gray hairs grow,And his stride becomes more and more tired.Her beauty also seems to triple,As he watches her, his hunter’s heartFeels at peace with finally being made prey.

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**Miyajima**

The weight of life rises beneath my blade,

Rudimentary balance sways

Like a leaf trembling in the wind.

Men have different facets,

Formed opinions and playful thoughts.

Some have weak minds,

Fragile as petals, wilting like rotting flesh.

Contained, weakened minds

Only attract trouble,

A broken finger, a wounded throat,

And the mark of your fingers tells me who is guilty.

A fool I was, thinking that one day

We would be forgiven for our families' crimes.

Your blood still runs through my veins, but,

It also stains my blade and covers my tunic.

There is nothing we can do but flee,

From the past and the sins you left bound

To our blood and souls.

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**Mizuchi**

At my core, I feel my entrails

Twisting like worms out of the earth,

While your sharp teeth try

And try to escape the vessel

That is my body, your eternal prison.

Walls of flesh, bones like iron bars,

My skin stretches as your tail

Passes beneath the epidermis, trying to tear me apart.

Like a Tsuru, my skin folds under the pressure,

But, it is not I who feels the pain in my belly,

Not my descendants, but my enemies,

Including the Serpent with its forked tongue, crawling

Through my blood and intestines, seeking liberation.

I captured it beneath my skin,

Stealing its essence, its power, wearing its skin

As if it were my own, greenish scales.

Now, my body changes, my slit pupils,

And I begin to resemble the monster that devoured

All I once loved and wished to protect.

Sharp claws, serrated smile,

My tongue hisses the sound of a cry,

Lament caught in the knots of my throat.

The mirror shatters before me,

And the face I see no longer belongs to me.

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**Umino**

In the mortar, the pigment mixes,

Annatto and cochineal,

Ruby red like your hair.

Your face stares back at you in the bowl,

The clay is cold in my hands,

Or maybe it’s the sweat dripping

Between your fingers, flowing

Like the sands of an hourglass.

Swallowing dry, he stares at the painting,

The work of his life, but never

More beautiful than the face

Of the woman of his dreams.

That warm morning,

She had made a request,

It was not what he desired,

Only a drop of amber,

Made for his sealing materials.

Feeling like a fool, he had handed it over

Into her hands as if he gave her his heart.

And if his fingers had remained under hers,

For how long, with no one to see them,

After all, in the smile of her red lips,

There was a secret he would love to unravel.

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**Uzumaki**

Your hair tangled among the corals,

Stormy sea as the tide pushed you

Back to the white sand, even though the boy

Only wished to return to your arms.

His mother watched him from the midst of the ocean,

Present at all times, and in despair

At hearing her child’s cry, she could only

Rescue him, cradling him in her arms,

Running her fingers through his red hair.

The water doesn’t choke him, but he swallows sand.

His mother hears his cry but does not rescue him.

She watches in quiet fury as

Spirals take over the ocean, and on the horizon

More vessels emerge, black flags.

The body of her beloved is still somewhere

Hidden among the corals and the cold water,

Resting, his face as beautiful as she remembered,

As beautiful as the day she decided

To become his matriarch, to protect her people.

But she had only understood that this people

Belonged to her the moment her eyes

Lost their sparkle, her blood frozen in time.

Even though it still ran in her children’s veins,

She would love to say that one day everything would pass,

That all would be well, while she wore her crown of thorns

And watched her children being whipped for crimes

That only she had committed, that she had incited.

She knew it wasn’t right as she faced him,

Her eyes with the same sparkle, but not the same color,

Her bronzed skin, her golden hair like ribbons of gold,

Her childish laugh and the innocence that would never last in this world.

She who had once wished to hide him in her arms would be the one

To cast him to the wolves, as she fled from the hunters.

The heart that beat once more from her beloved

Held between the blood-stained tunics of her child,

Raised in her fingers like a trophy.

She watched the carnage from her pedestal,

And their voices whispered for her to help him,

Pleading for mercy.

The pack of furious wolves approached,

Thirsty for the innocence of human sacrifice.

The deafening sound of their cry finally awakened her,

From a millennial sleep wrapped in a veil of mourning.

Even so, in a silent scream, she watched

The enraged wolves tear each piece

Of flesh clinging to their sharp teeth,

And his blood staining their gray fur.

Yet, without screams, the child continued to smile,

Something forced and anguishing, trying and failing

To seem as though he still had strength in his bones.

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**Hino**

A howl cuts my throat,

Escaping through my dry lips

In the midst of a moonlit night.

The cold air hisses before the den,

A hollow, empty trunk, home to my young.

Oh grand night, in the midst of a vast plain,

Surrounded by my enemies, I wrap around your body,

Hiding you from the wind, and feed you

From my portion. I reheat your meal

With the sole wish that your bones

Become as strong as mine,

So that you continue my tradition,

Even if one day I hurt you,

That your mother doesn’t know how to truly love you,

Too worried about the next hunt

And your imminent death at the enemy’s hands.

I implore you not to succumb to bitterness,

Take care of them better than I was able,

Far from here.

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**Gushiken**

Like a wall, he remains unshaken,

His body paralyzed in meditation.

In a half-death, the monk thinks of the past.

The future doesn’t matter to him, he thinks,

With the certainty that his heart will stop beating.

Perhaps it will take a few days, perhaps months.

His faith brings him confidence, and in his dreams he sees him,

His dark hair, bronze skin,

Green eyes and the smile that had been solely his.

He thinks it could never have been,

That it was destined to end this way,

That they had to collide and burn in their passion.

It was cruel, being forced to remain on the other side,

Hidden from his beloved by a dimensional veil,

Bound by his sin and the debt he owes to his leader,

Someone he had once believed was his father.

His vows to his Gods prevent him from committing,

To his desires and wishes,

To disappear into the darkness of night.

His mother smiles at him, a vial of poison in her hands.

There is no remorse, regret, or guilt on her face,

And while he laughs in despair, she arranges his hair.

He lies in her lap, crying for a father

Who had never truly loved him.

The next day, as he dons the ceremonial garment,

She stands by his side, holding in her hands his last gift,

A necklace of white and red beads with turquoise stones.

Somehow, it gives him strength to continue and live in his memory.

Ascending to the podium and sitting on his throne, he rises powerful,

Chin to the heavens and shoulders straight, pride on his face.

Now he only prays that he watches him from wherever he is,

And that his beloved agrees with his decisions.

So, until they meet again,

He will imagine his face in his dreams,

Dreaming of his forgiveness and the sweet taste of his lips.

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**Masamune**

An eagle sounds its chant

Rage still mingles with alcohol,

His stomach burns in fury,

The taste is bitter, when he acknowledges his mistakes

After all, nothing will bring your life back, nor your scent

Like lilies on the collar of his armor,

The pain stains his vision with salty tears

As he gazes at the thin blade of his sword,

Cracks mixing with still-fresh blood,

The broken blade seems to call him fervently,

Yet, even though he wishes to reunite with her,

To meet the blade of his katana at his neck,

To feel the blood gush from the wound and his life draining,

Through his pores like energy surrounding him on all sides,

His responsibilities far exceed his desires,

His emotions cast aside like a pair of knives,

After having cut a hole in his belly,

Now he wanders for a time, avoiding the gazes

His feelings vivid in his memory like her look,

Filled with love while she wrapped her arms

Around his bare belly, love for the new life in her gaze

He holds that vision in his mind, living under the ecstasy

That her face brings to his heart,

In the end, he spends his days living in her memory,

Longer than he lived with his beloved

Resentment still stains his vision like dried blood

But imagining her arms around his neck

Relieves some of the burden of moving on

He only hopes that one day, she will forgive him

For moving on and for coming too late

And when he finds her in the Pure Lands,

She will still embrace him, whispering her love

Longing covers every word, without blood or the wound on his abdomen

Even the necklace she wore around her neck is the same

A copper coin that would never rust

When he is still sure that everything was his fault

The taste of her clemency is bitter on his tongue,

His cold hands are raised by her wrinkled hands,

But the love in her gaze seems capable of healing any wound,

Her lily scent clings to his shirt, and he feels at peace

(Sorry if the formatting is weird, I was a bit rushed.)

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