#clan uchiwa

[mixelation]

would itachi meet toris old clan? how would that go?

no, i can't see that happening. she doesn't consider herself one of them, and they effectively kicked her out as a very small child, meaning THEY don't consider her one of them either. plus by the time itachi is in the picture, they're mostly. uh. dead?

[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.

[proximacalamity]

silly old thing I made because I want sarada to have a sister and I wanted to fuck around with her outfit.

[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 🥰

- 🍎

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

[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.

[bibibooks]

Seijurou Uchiha

Name: Seijurou Uchiha (うちは清樹郎, Uchiha Seijurou) 

D.O.B: June 5th 

Zodiac: Gemini

Ascendant: Taurus

Sex: Male

Material Status: Single 

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Status: Deceased

Age during the Uchiha massacre: 45 - 46

Gekkei Genkai: 

Sharingan

Mangekyou Sharingan

Height: 1,90 cm

Weight: 70,5 kg

Blood type: B

Affiliation: Konohagakure

Team: Team Sakumo (former)

Clan: Uchiha clan

Ninja Rank: Jounin

Nature Release:

Fire Release (affinity)

Wind Release

Academy Grad.: 7

Chuunin Prom.: 9

Jounin Prom.: 15

Personality: Seijurou is a charming, fun-loving and friendly individual. He’s easy-going and relatively flexible. He’s intelligent, steady and consistent. He has a warm and nurturing personality. He’s also innately curious about others and the world around him.

Background:

Childhood: TBA!

Teenage: TBA!

Adulthood: Seijurou was among one of the comrades who was saved by Sakumo Hatake. He and the other teammates turned their backs to their comrade. Years later, Seijurou felt great remorse in turning his back to Sakumo.

After the growing distrust of the Uchiha clan after the Nine Tails Attack, Seijurou grew more bitter as his childhood friends were getting wary of him, resulting in them splitting up. He didn’t leave the clan if it wasn’t necessary. His bitterness led him to fully support the Uchiha clan to take over the village. He was killed before their plan came to fruition.

Trivia:

“Seijurou” means “pure trees son” while “Uchiha” is a different pronunciation of “Uchiwa” which means “fan”.

He has a green thumb and his favourite flowers are red roses, he keeps many red roses in his front and backyard. 

His hobbies are playing strategic board games (something he’s very good at). He also loves brewing tea and likes to read. 

It’s speculated that Seijurou is the grandson of Madara Uchiha as his grandmother was very secretive surrounding her pregnancy. Seijurou’s mother - who is speculated to be the daughter of - never gave it much thought, something she instilled within her son. Madara was considered a disgrace to the Uchiha clan after all. However, it’s never proven and they’re just baseless speculation as far as Seijurou is concerned.

His face claim is Blood Dupre from the manga Heart no Kuni no Alice.

[princess-of-purple-prose]

[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

[kilfeur]

Marinette nous avait pas dit qu'elle faisait partie du clan Uchiwa, elle a le sharigan. Comment a-t-elle pu nous le cacher ?

Marinette didn't tell us she was part of the Uchiwa clan, she has the sharigan. How could she not tell us?

[holly-natnicole]

[Image Description: 12 or 13 years old Uchiha Sasuke and Haruno Sakura from 'Naruto' (1999) manga series and novel series, and Donatello & Michelangelo from 'Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles' (1984) franchise. Leonardo's hands & most of his masked head along with part of 1 of Raphael's hands are visible too. The image is cropped, not showing the full digital poster.

Michelangelo & his brother Donatello are at the top, latter being the fictional character closest to the upper right corner. Both anthropomorphic red-eared slider turtles (Trachemys scripta elegans) wear a cloth-mask hiding their faces. The masks have faces. Donatello's mask's mouth is frowning whereas Michelangelo's is smiling. The masks also have white circular eyes. Michelangelo's has a bright orange triangle around each eye whilst Donatello's has a medium violet upside-down triangle on his forehead and 2 medium violet sideways triangles over his mask's facial cheeks. Donatello is turned so that his turtleshell is clearly visible and his right elbow is towards the Viewer. He wears medium violet elbow- & knee-pads whereas Michelangelo wears bright orange ones. Michelangelo has his right leg extended while his left foot is behind Donatello's right thigh near Sasuke's left shoulder. 2 ribbons trail from each of the 3 anthropomorphic turtles' heads (Leonardo's bright blue, Michelangelo's bright orange, & Donatello's medium violet).

Sasuke has turned so that more of his back than Donatello's is towards the Viewer. The back of his round-&-high-collared T-shirt shows the Uchiha clan's symbol which consists of a Japanese paper fan named uchiwa (団扇), its top half scarlet whilst its lower half is white. Sasuke's specific type of T-shirt is cerulean blue. His left hand tightly grips the middle of a fūma shuriken (風魔手裏剣) which has 4 curved blades. Sasuke wears white armbands over his pale-skinned forearms. His right arm has been diagonally extended, his right hand hanging kinda limply yet it's clear Sasuke is ready for action at any moment. His right knee has been lifted and his feet are near Leonardo's turtleshell. Sasuke wears white & baggy knee-length shorts, white bandages wrapped around his calves, and a pair of open-toed shoes. He also has on a hitai-ate (額当て).

Sakura wears a hitai-ate too, but hers is worn like a headband instead of being tied around her forehead the way Sasuke's is. She holds 3 kunai between her fists' fingers, thus holding 6 kunai in total; the ones held by her right fist pointing to the left of the Viewer coz of Sakura having semi-crossed her arms. Her knees are bent upwards more than Sasuke's as she almost squats. She wears dark grey-green & tight shorts which end a couple inches above her knees and a red cheongham. Sakura is at the left lower corner of the digital drawing.]

Sasusaku in art from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles x Naruto

[itsmikatheghost]

This family keeps growing someone stop me-

Anyway Enzeru's apart of CSM and JJK

Information:

Name: Enzeru Uchiwa

Alias: Wench (Isawa), Weird Lady ( Mukizu), The Death Walker

Species: Devil half Curse, Human(Former)

Gender: Female

Birthday: April 4th

Age: 21 (at the time of death), N/A (Currently)

Height: 175cm (5′9″)

Occupation: Public Safety Devil Hunter, Jujutsu Sorcerer (Former), Teacher(former)

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

Grade: Special Grade Sorcerer

Contracted Humans: None at this time

About: 

Enzeru was a Special Grade Sorcerer and a Teacher at Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College. She was a Teacher that many students loved including some of her co-workers until her sudden and saddening death happened. However her death was always a mystery as her body was never found and most just assumed she died including her own family clan.

Curse Energy/Jujutsu: Wraith Walk

Allows Enzeru to walk between the world of life and death through shadows, finding and using what she calls "lost souls" that fight for her. Her presence is a very unsettling one when she uses this ability.

Devil Powers: See Through

Not a very strong devil power but she is unable to be seen by most, blending in and disappearing in front of people unless it's someone like Isawa who is able to see hidden spirts. It works with her more stealth approach in battle.