Chapter 2: 2. Izuna

“We are here.” rang Naori’s cheerful voice.

The group finally reached Naori’s residence.

“Alright, I have done my part take the child with you Naori.”

“Hey what’s the rush, stay here for some time, it is my first-time taking care of a baby you know.” Naori said.

“Not my problem.” Tomoe said in an unconcerned voice.

“Anyway, stop talking loudly, can’t you see he’s sleeping.”

“Fine, what is his name anyway?” Tomoe whispered.

“I thought you didn’t care about the child.” Naori said with a grin on her face.

Tomoe’s face twitched.

“Fine, you don’t have to tell me.” Tomoe said.

They both were in silence for quite some time.

“Izuna.” Naori said while looking at the baby gently.

“What?”

Naori looked up.

“His name.” Naori said

“I was not there when he was born. Apparently, his mother named him in her last breath. The poor child lost both of his parents before he was even born.”

"And Tomoe." Naori and Tomoe looked at each other

“Izuna has nothing to do with his life.” Naori said.

Tomoe sighed.

“I know.”

“Anyway, I’m leaving.” Tomoe said.

Tomoe looked at Izuna for one last time. Her hatred for his father returned. Her Sharingan flared to life.

‘No, what are you doing Tomoe, Izuna is innocent. He is the one who is not.’

Tomoe sealed her eyes and sighed. She decided to leave before things got out of control.

Meanwhile, Naori observed the events and sighed.

 

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Naori was looking around the house for anything that might be useful to Izuna. She had no clue whatsoever on how to take care of a baby. For she herself has never known the warmth of a family.No one in the clan would be willing to take care of a quarter blood. By the log, the baby had blue eyes. That in itself is enough reason for most of the Uchiha to wash their hands of Izuna.

But still, if Izuna became a shinobi worthy of respect then he would be given the Uchiha surname.

“Even after all you did to the village, no one is willing to take care of your child.”

 

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Flashback 8 months ago,

Her missions’ intel had been leaked. Her team were surrounded by shinobi from Iwagakure there were around 30 of them, and they were split into different groups completely encircling us.

“Team Beta according to the intel we have there should be around 4 Uchihas, make sure to poach their Sharingan.” Said a squad leader of Iwagakure.

“You Bastards do you want to start a war.”

“Precisely” came the reply.

All hope was lost.

‘These bastards didn’t have the nerve to do this when the Shodai was alive, just when he is no more, they are ready to start a war. Bunch of spineless pricks.’

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‘Seems like this is it. But I am not going down so easily.’

Naori prepared herself for one last stand

But then she saw him move forward.

“Retreat team.” He said.

“No what are you talking about.”

“We know you are strong, stronger than any of us. But even you cannot come out of this alive.”

“We refuse to abandon a comrade.”

“We don’t want a war on ourselves, not after all the trouble our kin went through to form Konoha.” He said.

“Go on, I will not let a single one of them come after you.” He said.

His white cloak and long hair swayed with unison not a drop of fear could be seen on his visage only unflinching resolve.

“You better come back alive Kurayami.”

Purple lightning flared around him and He moved.

The earth trembled.

 

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I woke up in an entirely different room. I was in a bed it seems; sunlight exposure was really high in this room but my eyes were not really sensitive anymore; that’s a relief. Now then where are the women who picked me up? No one seems to be in this room and I’m feeling really hungry. Alrighty, time to use every baby’s inbuilt Summoning Jutsu.

“Waah” I cried.

“What happened?” I heard Naori.

“Is there a shinobi here?”

“Are there any insects biting you?”

“Is it really cold?”

“Do you want to see Tomoe?”

“Oh no, what do I do? why are you crying?”

Wow, she is kind of clueless.

Now then, how should I tell her that I’m feeling hungry.

 

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Two months later.

I have become accustomed to living as a baby. All I ever do is eat, sleep, poop and think, a lot. I have figured out some details on the timeline I am in. First off, Hashirama Senju died a year ago, which means the First Shinobi War will start any time soon. I don’t exactly know when it will kick off, maybe when I’m 1 or 2 years old. Many lives will be lost in the war. So many shinobi are going to die just so someone like me can live a peaceful life.

Sigh.

Still, there is nothing much I can do about the war as a 2 or 3-year-old anyway. Not like I would want to; I have decided not to become a shinobi. How can someone like me who was brought up in a society where taking another is life frowned upon to suddenly become a shinobi and do just that.

Anyway, I have been trying to sense people as I did unintentionally when I first met Naori, and it seems like I am indeed a sensor. I can sense people around our home when I am at the centre,  but I have a really small chakra capacity so I straight out faint after that—understandably since I am a toddler. Naori always assumes that I fell asleep whenever she sees me awkwardly sitting in the middle of the house with my face planted on the ground.

Speaking about Naori, she is the only one that takes care of me and she doesn’t seem to have a lot of friends; not many people visit her. Surprisingly Tomoe is the one who visits Naori frequently. I assumed she would never even visit our home due to me, but it seems like I underestimated their friendship. And understandably, she ignores me like a plague whenever she visits us. I am not really bothered by it though; she must have really hated my father. But the fact that she stomachs my presence and comes to our home every week shows that they both share a really strong bond. I can forgive Tomoe for that. Any friend of Naori is a friend of mine

“Ah Tomoe, you’re here.” I heard Naori’s cheerful voice.

Well, speak of the devil. I will act like I am sleeping to make Tomoe feel comfortable.

 

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