#clan uchiwa

[shkatzchen]

I forgot I had this in my mods folder but I was looking for something to share and I realized I'd never posted it. The Uchiwa fan wall decoration is very simple and comes in just the one swatch but it can be useful if you need another bit of Japanese deco or are building for a certain Clan and want to splash their symbol on the walls.

Base Game Compatible.

Download from SimFileShare here.

Made with S4S.

[oh-no-its-bird]

Fanfic Recs?

LETS GO I'VE BEEN WANTING AN EXCUSE TO DO ONE OF THESE! Official Bird approved fanfic rec list lets go !!

Grabbing fistfuls from things tagged as my favorite, I have some more but take just these for now

don't trust them, brother (oh, but look at me now) by SilverUtahraptor

Izuna opens his eyes to find himself in an abandoned street littered with bodies bearing the uchiwa on their back. He shouldn't have eyes at all. He should be dying. [Uchiha Izuna time-travels to the canon era... to land right at the tail end of the Uchiha Massacre.]

61k words, Izuna/Kakashi (eventually)

This fic. THIS FIC. This was one of my first introductions to Izuna as a fleshed out character and shit man, it's great. If I could pick any one fic to magically make complete, it'd probably be this fic.

My Brother's Wife by Wisia

An AU where Izuna and Tobirama marries for peace, and there is the tradition of marrying your brother's wife if your brother dies.

16k words, Izuna/Tobirama, Madara/Tobirama

SO fun SO many layers to it, I had so much fucking fun with this series. I love complex emotions I love layers to motivations and feelings!!!

F.U.B.A.R. by Messier_47

They made Tobirama the Senju Clan Head. ...omg they made Tobirama the Senju Clan Head. *** This is the story where Tobirama is made Clan Head, fucks shit up. We find out more about what goes on between the clans during the Warring Clan Era, shit still gets fucked up. Power dynamics change, history as you know it will be erased, and you got another thing coming if you think that Senju-fucking-Tobirama will stand back now that he's given center stage. It all goes F.U.B.A.R. from here on out.

338k words, madara/tobirama

THE TOBIRAMA DOES POLITICS FIC OF ALL TIME. THIS FIC IS SO FUCKING GOOD IT'S REDICULOUS. YOU WILL READ THIS FIC AND ASSUME YOU ARE ON THE SAME / A SIMILAR PAGE AS TOBIRAMA AND THAT YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON BUT YOU DO NOT. THERE ARE PLOTS WITHIN PLOTS THAT EVEN YOU AS THE READER WILL MISS UNTIL IT'S SPELLED OUT TO U. AMAZING. INCREDIBLE. Tobirama is SO fucking fun to watch do shit in this, everyone is so compelling as characters, it's such a fun read that I've recommended it to friends who dont even know naruto. 10/10, definitely in the running for one of THE fics most ever. What a ride, man

Homemade Dynamite by Mixelation

“I mean,” Deidara growls, “you’re you from the future.” “Of course I am,” Itachi says, like Deidara is a bit slow. “And I’m me from the future,” Deidara continues, feeling a bit hysterical. Whatever Itachi did with the chakra nexus on the forbidden island, it ended with both of them traveling through time. “What the F––,” Deidara yells, and then tries to punch Itachi in the face again. OR: Deidara unwillingly signs up for Itachi's personal time-travel fix-it fic.

85k words, Itachi/Deidara

This fic is just straight up fucking incredible, it's so funny and so dramatic and so compelling and so fun. It got me onboard the Itachi/Deidara ship train so hard and I got so mad afterwords when I couldn't find other fics similar to it. This fic is just so, so good. Itachi and Deidara are both fucking maniacs and they have such incredible chemistry together. Honestly, every character introduced just has the most incredible, fun characterizations. I was never bored for a single moment this fic. HIGHLY recommend

By the Punch Bowl by Mixelation

“Are you single?” Gaara asks. He’s not sure how he’s meant to do this. “Oh, I see,” the man says after a pause. “I’ve read about this. You’re asking me out, and I should answer based on my interest rather than my actual relationship status.” Good, he’s making this easy, Gaara thinks. OR: Gaara asks Sai out.

2k words, Gaara/Sai

Comedy gold unlike any other, this is just a straight up good, silly time

denizens of the sands of time by CherShare

Happy accidents were less rare than they used to be, even if they still had a trend of making things worse before they got better. Gaara would take what he could get.

42k words, Gaara/Tobirama/Izuna

I LOVE THIS FIC ITS SO GOOD!! Gaara has such an interesting dynamic and chemistry with both Tobirama and Izuna, and the world around them is absolutely delightful. I'm such a big fan of Izuna's characterization in this specifically, and Shukaku is also such a highlight. The most crackship ot3 ever, it got me so on board

honey honey honey by latecambrian

“You’re a fucking idiot,” Kankuro hisses. “Literally a dumbass. Stay awake, I’m serious.” “You’re really hot, I noticed it before but I pretended I didn’t,” Kiba tells him seriously, head leaning back against the pillows. He frowns. “Don’t tell my mom I said that. It’s disrespectful.” the only thing really poisonous in the shinobi world is that emotional intimacy only comes out after life-threatening injuries

4.7k words, Kiba/Kankuro

This fic changed my life. I didn't really know much ab Kiba or Kanuro as characters before reading this, and wasn't too invested in what I did know. But like. This fic. This fic got me onboard the train so fucking hard. Fuck. Fuck. I've read this fic like 8 times now, it's just straight fun, so fucking funny and so fucking cute. It made me fall in love with Kiba/Kankuro and sent me spiraling for a week straight ab them

and so the moon wept by OHai_Here

Hatake Kakashi is fourteen, high off the grief of losing every single person important to him and his life in shambles. Kakashi wakes up. He’s on the ground, pushing himself up on an elbow, it’s shaking, shaking and there’s a cry of, “Kakashi!” that’s too too familiar and too too painful. Ah, this dream again. Just like every time he’s seen it both awake and asleep, he does what he always tries to. He pushes Obito away from him, as it always should have been and - Pain. OR: Kakashi finds himself in Obito's place; a stone coffin. There is no miraculous rescue, he's no Uchiha after all, and the only one he can rely on is himself.

102k words, obito/kakashi, sakumo/orochimaru

THIS FIC IS SO FUCKING GOOD AND MAKES ME SO FUCKING MAD. 10/10 FIC ON SO MANY LEVELS, THE BUILD UP TO KAKASHI COMING HOME WAS IMPECCABLE, BY THE TIME HE FINALLY GETS THERE I WAS LEGIT SHAKING. The multiple POV's feed into every craving I've ever had to know what's going on in the minds around Kakashi. And like. The ending. The ending. Listen all I'll say is after the final chapter I saw Ohai getting sent threats in their inbox and like. deserved. incredible ending, I felt like I was gonna throw up (positive)

Asymptotes by Anxiety_Pickle

Kakashi witnesses the destruction of the Uchiha clan and in the ashes of what once was remembers his responsibility to himself, and to Obito. “I’m not considered an Uchiha,” He reasons, “But I am… Obito’s next of kin, and therefore I have a responsibility to his family.” The Hokage takes a long drag of his pipe. The smoke diffuses around the room and hangs in the air in poisonous circles, before he resigns himself to the fact. “You’re sure you want to take the responsibility?” “Yes, sir.” "Then I won't stop you." He replies. "As of tomorrow, you have permission to move Sasuke from the compound at your disgression." Kakashi thanks him and leaves before he can second guess his decision.

27k words

Kakashi adopts Sasuke and eventually defects from the village w him to sound. This fic made me feel things I did not know I could, I was bouncing off the fucking walls over it, fuck. Great read, can't recommend enough for anyone who likes Kakashi & Sasuke

gossip girl by latecambrian

sasuke has been gone too long and needs to catch up on the tea, so he kidnaps the person least likely to beg him to come back “Suigetsu, enough,” Sasuke glares at ‘Suigetsu’ behind him. “I don’t think I’ll need to use genjutsu, though. My questions are simple.” “I’m seriously not gonna talk,” Shikamaru tells him. “So just get your brain torture over with.” “Is Kakashi-sensei gay?” Sasuke asks bluntly. It’s quiet for a blissful second. Even Shikamaru’s brain stops.

6.5k words, sasuke/naruto, kakashi/gai

Pure crack and fucking beautiful, I t

The Orphan Games by Anxiety_Pickle

“Naruto is not my friend.” He says, disgusted. “I don’t have friends. They’re… acquaintances. I have nothing to say to them.” He pauses. “Did you get in a fight?” These problems that Itachi is making up in his head are way too normal. “No. They banned me from participating in the orphan games. We’re not speaking.” Everyone stops, intrigued. Even Hidan. Mouthful of tinsel and all. Itachi says delicately, “the what?”

5k words, sasuke/naruto

I know I said gossip girl was pure crack and fucking beautiful but shit man this one is just as good. Absolutely fucking hysterical, I can NOT keep a straight face when I read this, it's just insane-- it's part of a series and the one before this is just as good too. Probably in the running for one of my favorite Akatsuki fics ever, everyone is so fucking charming and so fucking insane

Plasticity by Mixelation

Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, and sometimes the immortal leader of a cult tries to summon the god of death and gets you instead. ‘Not dying’ just got a lot more complicated than ‘follow chemlab safety instructions.’ A tongue-in-cheek, Akatsuki-centric SI/OC.

185k words

I'm not usually one for SI/OC fics, but guys. Guys. Guys. Holy shit you guys. This fic. This fic is something. It is SOMETHING. Tori has enchanted me. Her slow but steady descent into absolute morally reprehensible insanity has stolen my heart and mind. This fic, from start to finish, is nothing but pure entertainment of the highest degree. Every character written is so fucking fun, and I do truly think it's possibly my straight up favorite Akatsuki fic overall. They are so well written and so fun to watch. There are portions of this fic that feels like the worlds most fucked up funniest office comedy gone wrong. I love it. I can not get enough.

Also: Orochimaru.

[doveywovy]

Thinking about the skewed gender roles and social cues between the Uchiha and the Senju sooooo much

Uchiha:

•armor-if you wear it it means you feel you need more protection and are scared of getting hurt. Commonly worn by aging shinobi or younger ones

•hair-if it’s short you are incapable of caring for it properly and need someone else to do it for you. If it’s long you have the attention to detail and care needed.

Senju:

•armor-if you wear it you have enough money/connections to get something that actively won’t hinder you it battle. You have the strength to wear it for prolonged periods of time without tiring you or slowing you down.

• hair- The shorter it is the less time you spend on personally vanity and the more time you can spend working for the good of the clan. While it’s not a physical trait that’s frowned upon exactly, it’s more common for off duty shinobi or children who haven’t gone into the field yet. It gained some popularity in the clan among active duty nin when Hashirama grew his out but it took a while before they stopped giving their clan head the side eye and started to do the same.

OH MAN I LOVE IT....

I think there's something to be said for clothing as well. the uchiha all wear those massive coat-dress situations, while the senju are in shirts and pants with armor layered on top. i think it would be fun to argue this is because the uchiha are holding onto more traditional/historical dress (Kosodes, lets say) where everyone wore the same style of clothing regardless of gender. civilians wear more modern clothes, because they're focused on self-image and fashion etc etc etc.... the uchiha shinobi express that same self-image interest by having their war-clothes made out of the most impressive materials, dyed the most beautifully, embroidered the uchiwa most perfectly, etc. Izuna's wearing the perfect indigo-leather war coat ever made with precision embroidery, and it's Peak Masculinity amongst his people.

They view modern styles of clothing as a sign of being obsessed with how you look. it can't be for practical reasons, the war coat design is already perfect, and changing your clothes will waste your time trying to learn how to move in the new style. It's total vanity, as far as the uchiha are concerned.

The senju, meanwhile, are all about trying new things, developing new styles. They invented ninjawire! Tobirama is figuring out how to weave it smaller and tighter, perhaps one day all their fabric could be made in this method....why stay stuck in the past when innovation awaits?

[neutrallibrarian]

To Fan The Moonbeams From His Sleeping Eyes

Written for @madatobiweek 2024 Day 3: Cultural Differences / Traditions

Fandom: Naruto

Chapter 1 of ?

Word Count: 1,369

After a long training session with his genin and their tagalong friends, Kagami wheedles Tobirama into coming with him to the Uchiha District to check out a new shop. Browsing through the display cases at Uchiha Senbei with Kagami chatting by his side, Tobirama watches an Uchiha teen interact with an Inuzuka teen by the front counter. His curiosity was piqued by the deliberate motions of the Uchiha’s hand fan, ostensibly for cooling down from the heat but the way it is being used suggests something more. A code language involving fans, perhaps?

Kagami, following Tobirama’s gaze to see what caught his attention, makes a face when his clansman lays his half-closed fan over his lips. “Really, in public, Hoshiko?”

The fan jerks closed and rests on his left cheek as Hoshiko turns to fix a gimlet eye on him. Kagami mimes holding a fan on his right cheek with a cheeky grin. Hoshiko’s fan slides to rest on his left ear as he glares harder. Kagami maturely sticks out his tongue at his cousin.

“You are such a brat,” Hoshiko huffs, rolling his eyes while fighting a smile.

“I’m not the one flirting with Rōga-san in public,” Kagami sing-songs.

Hoshiko blushes faster than he can hide his face behind his fan as Rōga chokes on a senbei. Rōga’s ninken partner jumps to his feet and barks, placing his front paws on Rōga’s hip, but he waves him off. They follow after Hoshiko as he beats a flustered retreat outside the shop, a strangled shout of “You were flirting with me?!” echoing from the street.

Kagami giggles his head off. Uchiha An, proprietress of Uchiha Senbei, levels a disapproving eye upon the genin, causing him to squeak and half hide behind Tobirama from her stern gaze.

Unperturbed, Tobirama asks Kagami, “Do the Uchiha have a sign language involving hand fans?”

“Yeah, it’s an old tradition from when we attended the Daimyo’s court more often.” Kagami makes a disgusted face as he steps out of hiding. “It’s mostly used for flirting nowadays.”

How fascinating, and with a history of being quite the discreet communication tool. It could be useful in his Anbu project, but for now the primary goal is to understand an entirely new language.

“Can it be taught to people outside of your clan?”

Kagami fumbles his hold on a senbei, cracking it down the middle. “Sensei, you want to learn about boring old fans?”

“I find it fascinating that people can convey an entire conversation in the gestures of their hand fan, as you just did with Hoshiko-san.”

“That’s because Hoshiko was flirting in public, Sensei! He was asking Rōga-san to kiss him right in front of my senbei!” Tobirama assumes he means the gesture before he interrupted them was the kiss question and mentally notes to never use it.

“Enough, Kagami,” An admonishes, coming around the counter with fresh baked senbei to give him. “You shouldn’t tease your cousin about his crushes or he’ll pay you back twice over when you have yours.” With Kagami busy grumbling into a senbei between bites, An turns to Tobirama. “If you wish to learn the Uchiwa Code there’s a class held by the koi pond in the heart of the Uchiha District. I’m afraid you may have some trouble being taught, tensions because of the feud lingering I’m sure, but just ask Hoshiko if you’re turned away.”

“Thank you for your help, An-san,” Tobirama says, nodding his head in gratitude.

The next day, Tobirama goes to the koi pond after work. Without Kagami or another person by his side, the Uchiha keep their distance and their eyes on his movements, but are otherwise content to ignore him.

The path as described to him by An leads him to the main clan house then a little ways off to the side, the pond self-contained but within the garden of the property. By the koi pond is a gazebo, red painted wood vibrant against the scenery, and where a chabudai has been set up inside. Sitting sprawled on a zabutan at the table is a youth with red tattoos on his face, engrossed in a book.

“Hello, Hoshiko-kun, correct?” Tobirama greets—and catches the book before it hits his face and watches in concern as the teen nearly slams his head against a pillar in his startled scramble to back away. “My apologies for startling you.”

The teen calms down, a hand over his heart. “No, I should have been paying attention. I’m sorry for throwing—” Here he seems to recognize who disturbed him, face blushing as he tries to hide it behind his hands. “Oh no, you’re Kagami’s sensei, I saw you in the shop yesterday…”

“If it’s any consolation, I only have one criticism of your exit.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“I would have used shunshin to get out of there.”

Tobirama keeps his face deadpan as Hoshiko stares at him wide-eyed then breaks into laughter, waving him to a seat next to him. Tobirama gives him a smile and offers him his book back once he’s seated.

Catching the title as it exchanges hands, Tobirama asks, “Are you studying Senju medical texts?”

“Yeah. I mean, I already read through everything Elder Healer Amiha would let me borrow from the clan library and the new public library has a more thorough medical section so I figured…”

He’s interrupted by the arrival of four older people, one carrying a tea service tray as the three others have bento boxes and another tray. There’s a noticeable pause in their steps when they see him, but the man strides forward after a quick glance around the gazebo, the rest falling in line behind him. Tobirama and Hoshiko get up from their seats to help where they can, though Tobirama is gently guided back to his by an elderly woman with a sharp hair stick in her hair bun and sharper eyes. Once the tea and snack trays have been laid out and everyone in their seats, the first man turns to him, holding his hand fan open in his left hand.

“Hello, I’m Akamatsu, Hoshiko’s grandfather. What brings you here today, Senju-san?”

If that’s the same Uchiha Akamatsu from his grandfather’s tales, then it is best to tread lightly. “Honored to meet you, Akamatsu-san. An-san from Uchiha Senbei said I could learn the Uchiwa Code here?”

“You could, but to be taught, what is your reason for learning it?”

“I have a project in mind for the village’s security that I believe the code could be used as the shorthand language for, if not then the basis for it.”

Akamatsu hums, flicking his fan in a quick wave at Hoshiko. He responds in kind with his fan, twirls it in a little circle in Tobirama’s direction, passes it to his left hand, and opens it wide. A middle-aged kunoichi flicks hers closed toward her forehead with a small jerk to the right and is rebutted by Hoshiko resting the fan on his right cheek. Then follows a discussion in a rapidfire shorthand version of the code language, and Tobirama watches their expressions instead to keep track of the conversation. Akamatsu is unflappable throughout it all, but the others scowl and narrow their eyes at Hoshiko, who scowls right back, mouth twitching at the corner like he wants to vocally argue in addition to his hand fan.

Hoshiko thrusts his hand toward Tobirama and lets the fan drop from his grip, the clatter of it on the chabudai startling the others into stillness.

A glint of interest alights in Akamatsu’s eyes and he leans forward, watching Tobirama. Hoshiko and the women do as well, their fans closed and carried in the right hand. Hoshiko nods his head toward the fan when he sees Tobirama’s attention on him.

He reaches for the fan and, when no one stops him, picks it up. Then, at a calculated guess, rests it on his right cheek.

Hoshiko beams happily, the women sighing as they set their fans on the table, and Akamatsu laughs as he sets his down.

“A friend of Hoshiko’s is more than welcome to learn the Uchiwa Code. Come, have some tea and mochi.”

[lalunanymph]

Riding on the nanami brainrot!!!! dawn as a bewitched!au enthusiast, it had me thinking about retired army general!nanami and a geisha!reader 🫶 what if after leaving the gojo clan, he settled down and became reader’s patron and they lived happily ever after 🥰

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i couldnt get this idea out of my mind and had to write something for it grrr thank you sm apple nonnie ily and your beautiful brain

tw for love making and suggestive themes

The ex-general of the great Gojo clan should be a man who was intimidated by many.

For truly, his countenance, stoic mien, and even the shock of fair hair on his head (so unnaturally light and a contrast to every common passerby on the street) would’ve marked him as a man who would not be into foolhardy pursuits.

But, in your months of living under his roof, you had come to find that General Nanami Kento was indeed an incredibly kind man.

“What are you doing?” 

Kento had awoken from his slumber, padding into the kitchen to find you standing by the stove, hair still in a disarray. A light scruff shadowed his chin, and his face was pinched with fatigue.

In answer, you tightened your silk sash, a teasing grin pulling on your face. “About to surprise you, of course.” 

The general is not a man to be trifled with. Hence, when he tilted his head to the side, unsure of what your coy entendre was supposed to mean, you were slightly terrified of his rejection.

What would he say to your next plan? Would he ridicule you and find it foolish? 

“Surprise?” His rough, low voice involuntarily sent shivers down your spine. “What kind of surprise?” 

The general does not like to be blindsided. Your answer was meek, almost like a girl who was about to be berated by her superior.

“I wanted to… I wanted to dance for you, Kento-san.” 

Now, his attention was piqued. Nanami’s back went ramrod straight, those dark eyes widening infinitesimally. “Dance for me? Why ever for?” 

He did not sound disappointed or peeved. Instead, you detected a note of curiosity in his genuine question—the first stirrings of a man who had never been indulged in such finery.

You had to hide a smirk behind your fall of hair. Only General Nanami—a man who brought an infamous geisha under his wing—would be taken aback by her natural want to charm and appease him. 

Your smile was partly patient, partly abashed. “Because,” you started, and walked over to him slowly. Nanami did not cringe back or let himself be bowed over by your sudden proximity; keeping his reactions fastened to his chest. “I want to do it.” 

His throat bobbed with a hard swallow. You could see the ripping flow of emotions erupting across his handsome features; a thread of desire overshadowed by his strict samurai stolidity.

“You do not have to do this.” His voice was soft, cottoned with gentleness. Giving you a route of escape should your mortification catch up with common sense. 

You shook your head. “Please, Nanami-san. Let me do this for you. I wanted to show you some lessons I remembered.” 

It had been a considerable amount of time since you last put on a Natsu wa Hotaru for men. Your nerves were getting the best of you, but you strapped on your armour of gratitude towards this man who had housed, fed and clothed you with little to no expectation of any returning sentiments. Why General Nanami had chosen you—perhaps you may never know. But, you had learned to never question providence whenever it fell into your lap like a sleepy, curling kitten. 

Kento was in no obligation to give into your whims, but he eased himself into a cross-legged position onto the tatami floors, the split in front of his striped blue yukata showing off a web of whitened scars. 

You didn’t have any music to accompany you, but Mama-san always did say you had a beautiful humming voice. 

Graciously picking up the uchiwa fan—one of the only items you had taken from your old life in the okiya into your new one as part of his household—you held it above your head, warming up with a low hum. 

Your arm arched overhead, easing in front of your body with a slowed, graceful swoop. You recounted the steps perforated deep into your subconscious from Mama-san’s rigid lessons—spinning on your heel, lifting your head and eyes to the sun to give thanks for the summer. All the while, your voice never broke or petered off, rich and warm like the rays streaming through the paper thin shoji windows. 

Nanami did not move nor you suspected, breathed. He was hewed of stone, fists clenched atop of his lap. The only sign of movement were his eyes, steadily following every motion of your body. Men would often compliment how you moved like water—Mizu no Megami—they called you. 

The water goddess.

There was a fluidity to your motions which would put rainfall to shame, and Nanami was starting to believe why his comrades used to say geishas were the spirits of grace put right onto this earth. 

From the arch of your back, to the curve of your arms in midair, spinning the fan in your lithe fingers like you were one with its fluttering disposition, made him firmly believe you were an otherworldly being. 

And your voice… it never faltered. A sweet, rich octave which brought goosebumps to his skin.

All too soon, your performance ended. You were bright-eyed and warm in your cheeks, waiting for him to thaw, frozen in your ending position of knees bent, arms curved close to your waist. 

Instead of applauding, like rowdy men were wont to do, Nanami slowly got to his feet. 

He approached you, careful not to scare you with too quick of a movement, and soft as down, his large, scarred palms cupped your face. 

You were petrified, not with fear, but with baited desire. He stroked your cheeks, rough pads of his thumbs soothing on your far softer skin, and there was a look you knew all too well on his dear face. They reminded you of watching your onee-sans stagger back into the okiya, drunk and whispering that they would kill you if you told Mama-san of their evening whereabouts. Not much of where they had been, but who they were with.

Older men. Soldiers. Politicians.

Everyone of them wore a secret, satisfied smile like they were sated from a huge meal after starving for decades. Now, years later when you were free from the constrictions of tight obis and etiquette, you could see desire plainly in the open air—finally free to indulge in it.

His lips touched yours in the softest of caresses, and you didn’t fight him off when he swept you into the seam of his embrace. Your body fell against his—like two pieces of Go flushed together, slotting perfectly in each other’s spaces, finding a clear path towards a release of intensity which brimmed and brimmed; eventually bubbling over.

Nanami removed your obi, pulling down your simple, sakura-patterned sobe panels, revealing the tender rise of your shoulders to his touch. He kissed a pathway down your neck, marking his territory right on your collarbones; bold enough to touch his tongue to your pulse point.

Your soft gasp thrilled through the morning air, drops of unfettered desire clinging between both of your bodies like a film of sweat. 

“Tell me to stop,” Kento’s gruff voice breached through the fog in your mind, drawing you down into deeper depths of rapture. “Tell me to stop whenever you want me to.” 

“I do not,” you replied back, heavy in breath and intention when you softly rested your palms on his scarred chest. Without a lingering second for him to chart your intentions and misconstrue them, you unwound his own yukata sash, feeling more of his rough, pale skin under your wandering touch. “I want you, Kento. I want you, it burns.” 

That was enough for Nanami to discard years of training to tame his emotions. The beast within was roaring to claim you, his blood singing like it would whenever he was about to rush into a battlefield. But, this time, it wasn’t severed limbs or broken bones awaiting him, but the terrains of your body drawing him to unleash his brute desire. 

Nanami was brash when he lifted you up, your feet dangling in midair, only to be swept into the crevice of his arms. He brought you to the bedroom with barely any effort exerted, not a droplet of sweat rolling down his sharp cheekbones and sunken temples. 

Gently this time, he laid you on the futon, covering your entire body with his bigger build. You had never noticed how starkly a man towered over you, until you were in this position to look up at him. Wonder stained your sighs, those wide eyes gleaming with a girl-like innocence charming as it tugged on his soul. 

Kento felt a warmth unlike any other he had ever encountered in his arduous life; like a thousand bees were swarming in his chest, warming up the cavities of his austere ribcage housing his equally stony heart. 

His large hands swept down your shoulders, parting your kimono further apart, until the panels were splayed around your naked body. Those dark eyes appraised the crease in between your thighs, memorising them like it was his next terrain to conquer. 

Nanami was never a man who gave into the screamings of flesh, but in this instance, he felt like his veins were sparked with gunpowder—igniting from the base of his spine to the tips of his toes. 

“You are beautiful.”

That lavish praise tumbled freely from his parted mouth, burying itself underneath your blooming affections. 

However, his next words sent you reeling, like a bare branch tumbling in a storm, when he uttered: 

“I want to ruin you.”

His lips descended back onto yours, kissing with an ardour that would’ve frightened a more modest woman. Modesty—thankfully—was not part of your script, and you returned his kiss with an equal zeal that many men would find loose and unbecoming. 

From the ends of your hair to the crest of your toes, your body pulsed with an unbridled heat for him. You were soaked in between your thighs. 

Such simple kisses were making you unravel, unlike a tapestry whose loose thread had the power to undo the striking masterpiece. You were crumbling for Kento, relenting to his relentless passion. 

The taste of sleep and his skin was strong with every curl of his tongue on yours. Something hard and foreign was poking your thigh, and Kento’s strong hips undulated, his mind losing control of his body.

“Fuck,” he swore lowly, eyeing the lines between both of your bodies with a gleam in those dark, unfathomable eyes. 

You cupped his face to yours, admiring every instance of those beautiful features with their scars and faint wrinkles. A part of you wondered—as he shoved his yukata off to one side of the room—if your children would have his blonde hair. 

Nanami’s cock was imposing and resting on your thigh. His kisses were unhurried now, and they were traversing lower and lower down your body. He nipped your collarbones. Kissed your jaw and scraped his teeth on your pulse point. That same mouth roamed in between your breasts, finding the peaks of your stiff nipples and sucking on them tenderly, mouthing on them like he was attempting to extract some deeper essence from your willing body. 

Your breathing hitched when he dared to roam lower—right towards the apex of your body where your lust was undeniable. 

Kento gently parted your thighs, resting deeper in between the promised crease. His mouth touched your pelvis first, sending what felt like hot flashes up your spine. And the moment you felt his mouth on your tender parts, you were sure you moaned loud enough to wake up the old teamaker next door. 

“Kento,” you gasped, disregarding all of your etiquette training to succumb to the lust like you were no better than the harlots walking down cobblestone pavements at night. “Oh! Oh…” 

His tongue was working you into a frenzy, and those thick fingers ran through the seam of your sticky heat, parting your folds to get to the heart of your desire. One thick, calloused finger rubbed firm circles on your sensitive nub, eliciting a tremble in your thighs you had only experienced when standing for too long on a hot day. 

“Kento,” you gasped out, almost purring his name like a wanton whore. “Oh—I-I’m—” you broke off, unable to speak past the pleasure knotting underneath your sternum, making you stutter and choke. Your eyes watered, tears dripping down your cheeks; smeared by loving kisses from the man above you who watched your fall with pure rapture. 

How your brows knitted together, how your mouth fell open, a scream rebounding across the room…

“Shit,” Kento cursed, unable to help himself from driving his hips deeper and deeper into your body. “Shit, shit, shit—I’m—”

His stuttered moan was heralded by a well of warmth filling you up. The ecstasy of belonging to Kento; of feeling him melt into your walls, was the sweetest sin unlike any other. You lived for his flushed cheeks, his feral snarl, his handsome face contorting like it was in pain…

He slumped atop of you, pushing you further into the futon until your chest was smothered from the full weight of him. But, deprivation of air was not your main concern, not when Kento was kissing down your forehead, cheeks and jaw like you were a precious jewel he had just found out was real. 

Your giggle was a sweet sublime balm for his soul, and he smiled like the first warm rays of a summer morning. 

A tenderness unlike any other rooted itself in your soul, and for the first time, you figured out why men would go to war for love; why women sacrificed parts of their souls and bodies for a mere sliver of hope that their love would bloom eternally. 

Your eyes were open, and your heart welcomed every drop of his presence. 

Kento brushed the back of his knuckles down your cheek, expression softening when you began to grin.

“I did not hurt you?” 

Soft as down, you pressed his knuckles to your lips, kissing them softly. “No.”

The stoic samurai tried his best to hide how pathetically his heart raced at your tiny gesture, but his growing smile told the full truth, slowly coming to light like the indentations of a secret message upon paper being shaded in with charcoal. 

“We should be getting up for breakfast.” Ever the worrier, Kento was concerned about your lack of nutrition; if you were already starving and he had overtaxed you. 

But, your returning grin was part deific and part exasperation for the older man before you; filled with a gentleness your scarred and scared heart had never felt in her lifetime.

“We should,” you hummed in agreement. Neither of you made a move to leave each other’s embrace, and the morning sun continued speckling dancing shadows of waving sakura branches against the shoji windows.

©️ LALUNANYMPH

[autoauthor]

Collared

Once Again @tryingahandinholdingapen has direct access to my inner thoughts with this post: [link]

Anyways, please consider:

Izuna gives Tobirama the collar and tells him that it will keep Uchiha from confronting him when they cross paths out on missions. He hides it normally, because the Uchiwa on it would raise too many questions with his clan.

The translation for a non-sharingan user is something like: "Back off this thing is mine (to fight) - Izuna". Which is how the two of them get away with their secret relationship for a while. Izuna just claims it's to protect cocky clansmen who think then can take on the White Demon.

The problem arises when Tobirama, unable to read the symbols, puts the collar on the wrong way. Suddenly, it now reads, "Back off, this thing is mine (to [censored]) - Izuna". The change is the last part turning from aggressive to affectionate.

Absolute worst way for your brother to find out you and your rival are banging.

[tryingahandinholdingapen]

edited to add that this is during the warring clans era, pre-Konoha, just realised I didnt necessarily make that clear enough throughout the post oops

anyway

concept: the real reason Tobirama wears his big fur ruff, or at least one of the main reasons he wears it so consistently, is to hide the collar he refuses to take off. Izuna gifted it to him and Tobirama doesn't want to remove it but it's not exactly SUBTLE (uchiwa fan symbol, writing which reads "property of Uchiha Izuna") so if he wants to wear it without immediately getting murdered for treason he kind of has to hide it. and he DOES want to wear it. thus, the big fur ruff which he can conveniently blame on being important to him due to his summons and/or Hatake heritage, so nobody questions it, and which hides his collar from view (Izuna absolutely knows why he's wearing the fur and the knowledge that his Senju is taking such a risk just to wear the collar Izuna gifted drives him a little insane)

different flavour of the same concept: Izuna didn't GIFT it to Tobirama, but INFLICTED IT on him. Izuna thinks it's the greatest thing he's ever done and is maddeningly smug about it but fortunately, or unfortunately depending on whose perspective you're considering things through, he can rarely ever SHOW that smugness or gloat about it without others catching on that he collared Tobirama. And he doesn't want that. Tobirama, meanwhile, has repeatedly tried to remove the collar and failed. He was pissed off when Izuna first got it on him, got steadily more annoyed when his first several attempts to remove it whilst on his way home from the mission/battle Izuna had caught him on failed, and reaches incandescently furious when he finally gets a mirror and sees exactly what he's been branded as. He probably broke the mirror actually once he realised the collar he can't figure out how to remove declares that Izuna OWNS HIM how dare he-

After that point Tobirama definitely puts even more effort and fury into trying to kill Izuna, and possibly spreads that fury to other Uchiha as well which is partly emotions getting the best of him and partly his assumption that surely Izuna couldn't have come up with something impossible to remove himself and therefore there must be at least ONE accomplice. There we go, secret behind Tobirama's hatred for the Uchiha unveiled: Izuna massively overstepped and Tobirama will hold this grudge until the end of time, against everyone even mildly associated with Izuna

optional add-on, for either version of the concept: the writing on the collar is actually in Sharingan code (if you haven't seen that concept around before, idk if it's canon or fanon but basically it's writing that you can only read with active Sharingan, otherwise it's just decorative looking squiggles), and the uchiwa symbol is on the BACK of the collar. This means that dependent on exactly how long Tobirama's hair is vs how high or low the collar sits on his neck, and/or how careful he is about nobody getting a look at the back of his neck, he could actually openly wear the collar around any non-Uchiha without getting accused of treason (though if he's wearing it involuntarily he probably wouldn't want to). Though "not getting accused of treason against the Senju" would not save him from "judgement for wearing a collar with fancy attention-grabbing squiggles". Also, what would happen if he wasn't covering the collar (thru choice or bc he lost his fur or whatever) on a mission and then - whoops. That's a Uchiha. That's a non-Izuna Uchiha. That's a non-Izuna Uchiha with sharingan currently active and looking in this direction and- ah fuck please say they can't read the writing at this distance-

another optional add-on, for any of the above: I couldn't decide when initially thinking about this if the collar should be JUST a claim or if other bullshit is going on. So the optional add-on is: Izuna gifts/inflicts on Tobirama a collar when they're both younger, like pre-teens or smth, which is nothing except a claim. Later when Tobirama inevitably outgrows that collar, Izuna has another one ready with the same visible claim, but also has seals stitched in - may or may not actually be visible when looking at it, Izuna may or may not bother telling Tobirama about them. Of course Tobirama would be significantly more upset about this in the "get this fucking thing off me I hate you how dare you" version of the initial concept than the "yesss gift thank you I'm never taking it off" version,,,,but I'll leave it up to you to decide exactly what functions Izuna includes in the collar, because otherwise I'm going to be sat here indecisively chasing different versions of it for like, hours. Although I think in the "gift" version, Tobirama may also add his own seals to it

[renaissanceofthearts]

[Itachi Uchiha]

"the sky is, as a vast ocean." (SYMBOLS - SPIRIT.FREEDOM.WIND)

In Naruto, the Uchiha clan is a clan of Fire Release users.The clan's symbol is a paper fan, or uchiwa, which is also pronounced "Uchiha"

The Uchiha clan favored high-collared outfits with their clan's symbol on the back, an Uchiha is a fan. In the Naruto series it's written phonetically to sound the same as the word fan, so it's not technically written literally as fan. But is like an intentional homonym for the word fan in a sense. Japanese has like 3 different alphabets.

The Uchiha clan has a genetic ability called the Sharingan, which gives them special eyes. The Sharingan has four stages, each of which grants more power

[childotkw]

Ok so izuna brought regulus black to the Uchiha... How did the other clans react?? Did they try to find him in his village only to find out that he was taken by the Uchiha??

"So, they got you, did they?"

Regulus looked up from the scroll he was trying to read to see Shirori leaning against the doorway to his - unofficial - office. He wrinkled his nose at the Nara clan head, knowing exactly what she was talking about, and dropped the scroll. He slumped back in his seat with a soul-deep groan.

Shiori snickered, pushing upright and approaching with a slow gait. She plopped down on the seat across from him, one arm thrown over the back in a comfortable slouch.

"You don't have to be so amused by it," he muttered, rubbing at his temple.

"I did tell you," she teased, the low drawl of her voice soothing. "Thought it the second I saw you - and here we are." She gestured loosely at the trademark Uchiha shirt Madara had practically wrangled over his head this morning.

Regulus huffed, but he couldn't stop the answering smile from creeping onto his face.

"How quickly did they slap that uchiwa on you?" she asked, her curtain of thick black hair falling over her shoulder when she tilted her head.

Regulus rolled his eyes, trying not to sound fond. "Izuna was seconds away from chaining me to their compound after I saved him. They all but had the adoption papers filled out when I scampered away."

Shiori snorted, quiet chuckles slipping into the air. "When we'd heard, I laughed for about ten minutes. Most of us already suspected you were an Uchiha."

Regulus sighed, his head falling back. "Oh for - I'm not an Uchiha," he protested, for what had to be the nth time because these stubborn assholes were selectively deaf.

"You do look like them," Shiori said, because she was secretly a shit-stirrer and Regulus knew it.

"I could look like you," he shot back. "Maybe I'm actually a secret-Nara."

"Nah, I already checked the clan records," she admitted, smiling wickedly when Regulus made a surprised sound. "What?" she cocked an eyebrow. "You think we wouldn't have claimed you if given the chance? My daughter was all but throwing herself at you when we had you at our compound. She gave me a three-hour speech on why you'd make a good potential husband."

Regulus, who had been peppered with betrothal proposals since before he was born, cursed his fair complexion as he flushed. "Sayuri is ten," he choked out.

Shiori's smile grew teeth. "She knows what she wants."

Regulus buried his face in his hands.

[itsmikatheghost]

Its that time again where I redesign my JJK ocs~

Plus add faces for Izanagi's Puppets with new information

Name: Izanagi Tokunaga

Alias: The Out-Casted, Nagi, Pet (Sukuna)

Species: Human(?)

Birthday: August 10th

Age: 24(?)

Height: 182cm(6′0″)

Occupation: Jujutsu Sorcerer, Teacher

Affiliation: Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College

Grade: Special Grade

About: 

The death of his master, Sukuna, left a loneliness deep in his heart. Missing the affection that brought him joy, Izanagi longed to feel it again. Trying desperately to find anyone that could fill his heart like Sukuna once did. With that desperation came despair....pain...and death...

Now Izanagi is a sly spoken brat, wrapping himself up in lies and mysteries. Because of his reputation no one believes him, even his age is a mystery, for the longest time he looked 14 until one day he came to Technical College looking 24.

He leaves unanswered questions where he walks and most other Sorcerers are afraid of him for his death count which brings a sadistic smile to his face.

Curse Energy/Jujutsu: He Who Invites

Allows Izanagi to create puppets from those who have passed, taking a family member from some of the most known clans that he now has control of and rest inside the blue beads that lay on his body, He has modified and changed them to how he sees fit. Dressing them and styling their hair to be his most perfect creations.

He’s named them Izanami, Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi, and Susanoo.

Name: Izanami Tokunaga

Alias: Noeru Uchiwa, Nami

Species: Puppet, Human(Former)

Birthday: August 10th

Age: 24(?)

Height: 165cm (5′5″)

Occupation: Jujustu Sorcerer (Former)

Affiliation: Uchiwa Clan (Former), Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College

Grade: Special Grade

About: 

Izanami was created by her “brother” Izanagi, being made to keep him company. She does not think or act on her own, always following Izanagi who has given her fake information to make believe she is his real twin. Most find her odd or creepy with how she acts, looking mindless and lost even when standing by her "brother".

Once she was a Uchiwa who had a forbidden love which caused her death.

Name: Amaterasu Tokunaga

Alias: Katsuro Hagihara (@fifteenskies15 )

Species: Puppet, Human(Former)

Birthday: June 4th

Age: 26(?)

Height: 187cm (6′2″)

Occupation: Jujustu Sorcerer (Former)

Affiliation: Hagihara Clan (Former), Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College

Grade: Special Grade

About: 

Izanagi's least favorite puppet who he can't seem to let go of and is one of his strongest. Having a once love relationship with Izanami adds to the distaste Nagi has for him.

Katsuro found the truth about Nagi which led to his death, knowing too much of Nagi's "hobbies" was a problem...

Name: Susanoo Tokunaga

Alias: Mikai Zenin

Species: Puppet, Human(Former)

Birthday: March 25th

Age: 21(?)

Height: 170cm (5′6″)

Occupation: Jujustu Sorcerer (Former)

Affiliation: Zenin Clan (Former), Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College

Grade: Special Grade

About:  N/A

Name: Tsukuyomi Tokunaga

Alias: Sachiko Saki

Species: Puppet, Human(Former)

Birthday: May 30th

Age: 16(?)

Height: 158cm (5′2″)

Occupation: Jujustu Sorcerer (Former)

Affiliation: Saki Clan (Former), Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College

Grade: Special Grade

About: 

Takeru's former love interest who he slaughtered in cold blood, She was once a kind and fun-loving girl, now she is a husk of what she was and a never ending nightmare stuck in Takeru's mind.

[kankuroplease]

What kind of woman the Uchiwas brothers like (example: long hair, small size, strong?)

I think for all of them, given their time and position (sons of the head of the clan), strength and sharpness would be of the greatest value/highest appeal to them.

They wouldn’t have someone who can’t even defend themselves a little bit or some foolish person that doesn’t stay alert as a spouse.

Appearance is secondary

Madara - Doesn’t matter if they’re tall or short, but he definitely likes a nice figure.

Inari - he thinks chubbier women are so cute he would mindlessly touch his girls belly like it’s his if she has one 😭. Plus they’re so soft! But he’s really attracted to good girls. if she’s a good girl but skinny, buff, fat, or average; he’s perfectly content with that.

Kota - taller women. Out of all of them, he’s the one most likely to turn someone down based on height alone 💀 he also likes wavy-curly hair and gentle eyes.

Tenko - his ideal woman can crush a melon with her thighs, has a bitable butt, does pretty hair styles, nice lips, sharp eyes, and wide set hips (plus points for hip dips).

Izuna - petite and pretty. Can’t have a ridiculous amount of hair nor too short of hair. Nice toned legs are preferable. Not overly busty or flat as a board.

[cuchufletapl]

Is there a reason why some characters have kanji in their names and some don't?

I know that the kanji in Gaara's name have a narrative reason to be because they relate to his character ("one who loves himself", yeah, self-explanatory), and Haruno, Yamanaka, Nara, Akimichi, Aburame, Hyuuga, and Morino are all actual family names, but why are Naruto's and Sasuke's surnames always written in kana?

"Uzumaki" is an actual word, Naruto's surname in kanji could've easily been 「渦巻」. "Uchiha" is made-up, I think, but it's obviously based on "uchiwa" (which refers to the Japanese traditional fan that the clan uses as a symbol, and can also mean "family" or "inner circle"), so Kishimoto could've come up with something based on 「団扇」 or 「内輪」. I don't know.

[super-origin]

Si j’étais dans Naruto

Village : konoah

Nom Ronin Uchiwa

Chakra : Feu, Mokuton

Clan uchiwa

Mentors Shisui Uchiwa

Pouvoir héréditaire: Mangekyô Sharingan éternel

Gensei corps d’un ancien samouraï qui sert de récepteur car mon personnage et nais avec un surplus de chakra le corps de Gensei et équipe de 7 épée et d’une armure de plus le corps permet de faire des invocations avec Traqueur de la mort Un loup glacé qui utilise la glace.

Mangekyô Sharingan Éternel : œil droit Amaterasu des flammes noires qui se forge sur moi comme une armure que si mon adversaire me touche se fait cramer, œil gauche la porte céleste une technique ultime d’invocations ou je crée une porte ou 3 Dieu sorte de la porte slifer le dragon dû ciel qui fait Tomber la foudre infinit,le dragon aille de rat un dragon qui une fois qui croise le regard de mon adversaire lui envoie son âme dans les enfers et obélisque qui va utiliser eau,terre et le vent donc son poing et frappe mon adversaire avec une sphère ou il concentre toute sa force .

Susanô

mon Susanô et utilise 2 épée appeler lame du chaos elle possède chacune un effet Nepher celle de droite elle en prisone toute les personnes qui sont touchées par elle dans une dimension noir ou les personnes soufre et ne peuvent pas être délivrés,Bepher celle de gauche elle permet de sceller le ninjutsu pour que les personnes touchées ne peut plus utiliser.

Mokuton

J’ai réussi à maîtriser mokuton grace a un entraînement intensif et un tallent naturelle pour le mokuton, je crée géant de mokuton qui a 2 épée gigantesque et je peut associer mon géant avec mon susano. Une fois associer le susano à 4 épée les 2 du mokuton permete de se téléporte et les 2 autres garde leur effet origin.

[nebulations]

[ID: A Naruto comic that starts with Itachi kneeling before a younger Sasuke with a serious expression. Sasuke makes a curious sound as Itachi says, "Sasuke. There's a technique which every Uchiha must learn." Sasuke has shiny eyes and emits a surprised noise when Itachi says, "And now you're old enough for me to teach you."

They kneel together, and Itachi pulls a scroll out of his pocket while saying, "Hopefully you'll never have to use it." Sasuke smiles, excited, and Itachi continues, "But if you're in a desperate situation, it might be your only choice." Sasuke nods, starry-eyed and surrounded by sparkles, as Itachi says, "Such is the life of a shinobi. You must be prepared for anything."

Itachi and Sasuke are then shown kneeling in front of a long scroll that depicts the Uchiha uchiwa, both holding embroidery hoops. They're using red thread, and Itachi says, "... so if you ever need to emroider our clan's crest onto your clothes, use this secret ~Uchiha stitching technique~ and it'll come out really nice and smooth..." Sasuke, scowling furiously, thinks, "It's such a useless technique."

Then a timeskip of "10 Years Later in Orochimaru's hideout" sees Sasuke standing, shirtless and with a shadow over his eyes. He's holding one of his high-collared shirts and is labeled "Has grown out of his last Uchiha shirt."

Scowling, Sasuke starts to embroider a white shirt, thinking "Fucking Itachi." End ID]

have you ever wondered where did sasuke get all his uchiha crested shirts from after he left konoha?

my friend @prejmenuji and I sure have, and that's how this comic came to life

[stonefanfic]

STONE (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/357383496-stone?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=Z23D01&wp_originator=cWFpH5TW%2BolWiF7UlJbkLboy7qMN%2BOJ4zSkpeMHHznT03UDXCbLSMZ4sAm0HX%2FwovzRSOK0HxYBfcMJrFwyfm8G9ous8Su7kzaX36YXvfM9GGU47iBiQp4D30w%2F0orV4 "STONE" ouvre les portes de l'univers ninja de Konoha, révélant une histoire captivante centrée autour des jumeaux Uchiwa, Itame et Mikoto. Ces adolescents apparaissent soudainement dans la dimension de Konoha, portant avec eux les échos d'une réalité alternative. Enfants d'Itachi et Izumi Uchiwa, les jumeaux se lancent dans une quête pour comprendre leur présence à Konoha et la mystérieuse disparition de leur frère cadet, Noel. Accueillis par le Hokage Hiruzen Sarutobi, les adolescents sont guidés dans leur nouvelle vie par Kotaro, un ninja de confiance, et logent chez Naruto Uzumaki, un jeune ninja de leur âge. Alors qu'ils s'intègrent à Konoha, les jumeaux découvrent des liens inattendus, révélant des secrets enfouis dans le passé du clan Uchiwa. L'histoire explore les thèmes de l'héritage, de la résilience et de la manière dont les cicatrices du passé influencent le chemin vers l'avenir. "STONE" offre une immersion captivante dans la vie des Uchiwa, combinant mystère, action et émotion pour créer une saga ninja épique. Laissez-vous emporter par cette histoire où chaque personnage est un maillon dans la chaîne du destin, et où les révélations sur le passé sculptent l'avenir de Konoha.

[wotakugofrance]

L'univers de Naruto est un monde captivant, regorgeant d'histoires complexes, de personnages complexes et de batailles à couper le souffle. Dans cet univers vaste, où de nombreuses clans puissants prospèrent, un clan brille au-dessus du reste - les Uchiwa. Réputés pour leur maîtrise du Sharingan et vantant une force inégalée à travers des membres légendaires comme Madara Uchiwa, il est presque inconcevable de surpasser leur redoutable pouvoir.Une théorie captivante liée au clan Uchiwa a fait surface dans la communauté Naruto. Elle propose l'existence d'un Uchiwa qui surpasserait même Madara en puissance.Dans cet article, nous allons explorer cette théorie et examiner la possibilité que Lord Jashin soit lié au clan Uchiwa.À Voir Aussi : Naruto : Les décisions apparemment stupides d'Obito n'étaient pas de sa faute, et il est clair pourquoi Naruto: Tout ce que vous devez savoir sur la théorie de Lord Jashin étant un Uchiwa Lord Jashin est vénéré par une secte secrète dans l'univers de Naruto. Cette secte énigmatique adhère à des croyances centrées sur l'obtention de l'immortalité grâce à des actes de violence et à des sacrifices. Malgré un scepticisme initial, il existe des arguments convaincants liant Lord Jashin au clan Uchiwa.Les origines de Lord Jashin demeurent enveloppées de mystère, la série ne fournissant qu'un aperçu limité de sa véritable nature. Certains théorisent qu'il pourrait être un Uchiwa ancien qui s'est aventuré dans des domaines interdits du pouvoir, transcendant finalement les limites mortelles.La révérence de la secte pour le carnage et le sacrifice fait écho à l'histoire sombre du clan Uchiwa, qui a embrassé les ombres et poursuivi sans relâche la domination à tout prix.Le clan Uchiwa possédait des capacités visuelles redoutables connues sous le nom de Sharingan, et ils se sont forgé une réputation en explorant des pouvoirs interdits dans leur quête incessante de force. Malheureusement, cette quête de pouvoir les a souvent conduits vers des chemins destructeurs. Un exemple frappant est Madara Uchiwa, qui nourrissait des ambitions d'établir un domaine gouverné exclusivement par son clan.La secte de Lord Jashin partage une fixation frappante sur le pouvoir et l'immortalité, bien qu'elle utilise des méthodes différentes. Leur croyance implique de sacrifier et d'embrasser la violence pour obtenir la vie éternelle et dépasser les limites de la mortalité.Cette convergence d'idéologie entre le clan Uchiwa et les adeptes de Lord Jashin suscite des questions fascinantes sur une éventuelle corrélation entre les deux factions.Si Lord Jashin appartenait au clan Uchiwa, il serait plausible qu'il possède, voire dépasse, les capacités oculaires du Sharingan.Les capacités du Sharingan à percer les illusions, à prévoir les mouvements et à manipuler la perception amélioreraient sans aucun doute les compétences déjà redoutables de Lord Jashin. De telles capacités extraordinaires pourraient expliquer son statut divin et soutenir davantage l'hypothèse de sa lignée Uchiwa. Madara Uchiwa : Le shinobi légendaire dans la série Naruto Il est essentiel de reconnaître l'immense pouvoir possédé par Madara Uchiwa. En tant que l'un des membres fondateurs du clan Uchiwa, Madara s'est révélé être un shinobi extraordinaire dont la force et les compétences étaient inégalées en son temps. Il a courageusement défié les Cinq Grandes Nations Shinobi, gravant ainsi son nom dans la légende.Madara a fait preuve d'une maîtrise inégalée du Sharingan, maîtrisant le Susanoo et maniant le Rinnegan. Sa participation à la Quatrième Grande Guerre des Ninjas et ses légendaires batailles contre Hashirama Senju ont solidifié son statut de l'un des shinobi les plus redoutables de l'histoire.La simple suggestion qu'un Uchiwa puisse surpasser Madara en force témoigne de l'ampleur de cette théorie. Conclusions La théorie d'un Uchiwa plus fort que Madara dans l'univers de Naruto suscite de l'excitation et remet en question notre compréhension des limites du pouvoir. Cependant, il est important de se rappeler que ces théories n'ont aucun poids à moins d'être approuvées par les créateurs eux-mêmes. Néanmoins, les théories des fans alimentent des discussions animées et favorisent la créativité parmi les passionnés.Le clan Uchiwa, incarné par le légendaire Madara, demeure un pilier indispensable de l'héritage durable de Naruto. Peut-être qu'à l'horizon, un nouvel Uchiwa émergera, potentiellement en train de changer le cours de cette saga épique. Source: Anikawa