Who Is Naori Uchiha? I Don't Remember Her

While the young woman explained her situation, Naori listened in silence, not interrupting her even once. As she spoke, Naori observed her features: the girl must have been at least seventeen years old.

Too young. And yet, in the world they lived in, parents would rather send their children to warfields to learn how to survive than face the pain of burying them.

Her eyes fell on the burn mark on the girl’s right arm, noticing it only then. Naori was no stranger to such injuries, not in times like these, when many of her companions ended up wounded.

When the girl finished speaking, Naori paused for a moment, thinking carefully before responding in a soft but calm tone:

“I understand. I can offer you a place to rest and tend to your wounds.”

Without waiting for a verbal or physical response—or even searching for a look of gratitude or relief in the woman’s jade-green eyes—Naori turned around and gestured gently for her to follow.

“Come. I’ll guide you there. It shouldn’t take long to reach it.”

Naori started walking, making sure to keep a slow pace so the wounded woman could follow without difficulty.

The pinkette looked around, trying to navigate where the heck she was.

The fourth shinobi war didn't go as planned, and survivors were forced to retreat and flee to seek shelter from the moon goddess. Then that idiot, Naruto did something and smacked the ground with chakra infused and used some sort of reverse summoning and now she ended up here.

". . . Where am i?" Sakura looked around. She was still in her jonin pants, one of her sleeves still missing, the burn mark still eminent on her right arm, it stung still like a son of a bitch. The girl was covered in scratches. bruises and her candyfloss hair was covered in dirt, but her priority now lay in finding out where the fuck she was and how to get back where she belonged, even though she was dangerously low on chakra, so she had trouble sensing around her surroundings as well.

"This forest is like a maze!" She whined after a good thirty minutes of walking, flopping down on the ground tiredly.

She wandered, trying to navigate as best as she could within the forests, unaware of the pair of eyes watching her.

// A little hello from my favorite muse, Sakura!

Naori watched the pink-haired woman from her position.

Her clothes—unlike anything she had ever seen before—were worn, as if she had come out of a tough fight. Her hair, the color of cherry blossoms in spring, was dirty and slightly disheveled, giving her a messy appearance.

She noticed how the woman could barely walk. A civilian? Impossible; her arms bore muscles that symbolized strength. A farmer’s daughter? Unlikely; they were too far from the nearest village that wasn’t under the Uchiha clan’s domain.

Was the woman the daughter of a clan member? She didn’t think so. Her hair was far too striking, and if that were the case, word would have spread of an Uchiha with that hair color. Another clue that disproved her deduction was the woman’s eyes, resembling those jade-colored gemstones.

Her Sharingan spun, trying to discern whether this was a trap to lure someone in. That seemed the most likely explanation.

The Uchiha clan had been fractured by internal war between those who hungered for more power, causing many to turn on one another. Some used decoys, forcing civilians or travelers to play the role of bait to lure in the more compassionate members of the rival group, only to ambush them.

She was about to turn away, convinced this was nothing but a trap, when the pink-haired woman suddenly sat down, trying to catch her breath and sweating.

Naori noticed the small tremors in the woman’s arms; she was exhausted. That was when she realized this was no trap after all.

Slowly, but cautiously, she approached the woman from behind. As soon as she stopped behind the pink-haired stranger, she spoke in a calm, gentle tone:

“Excuse me, miss.”

@crystalstylehexagon // 🖤

i believe we don’t talk enough about this Uchiha goddess. she’s presented as the first Izanami user (one of the strongest Uchiha dōjutsu that Itachi uses against Kabuto).

also - in Shintō mythology, Izanami is a goddess and Izanagi’s wife. and Kishimoto chose to represent Izanami as stronger and better than Izanagi - as nothing less than Izanagi’s savior.

the one feminist moment of Naruto we were looking for. it’s here everyone

greetings, naori. i heard you were the creator of izanami, is that true?

@uchihaxitachi

“Is that how everyone know me in the future? What a surprise… but to answer your question, I am… or was I?”

Naori replied, her eyes scanning the young man’s face, he looked tired as if he had escaped from a terrible war. The idea that peace might not last for the Uchiha clan made her shudder, even after so many sacrifices, so much blood, it would never be enough…

“And tell me, gentleman, what is the future like?”

" years " sentence prompt .

writing prompts based on astrid s' song ' years ' .

" is it your fault if you fall in love? "

"when you know that you could hurt someone is it your fault if you get involved? "

"no one gets me like you"

"yeah i know, i got everything to lose"

"i got everything to lose"

"it's a mistake"

"my heart's gonna break"

"it'll probably take me years to get over you"

"yeah i know the hurt is worth it"

"when you're close to giving up"

"give into another touch"

"you're falling in and out of love (with me)"

"you'll be coming home to me"

"sleeping where you shouldn't be?"

"i can't tell you to leave"

" i know that i'm better off without you "

"you're probably better off without me too"

"when you meet someone who has someone, is it your fault if you fall in love?"

A purple heart for the Goddess of the Uchiha 💜👑

“I am a human, not a goddess… but thank you…”

Naori thanked the anonymous person, accepting the purple heart almost timidly. Despite not being able to see this person face to face, she thanked them for their support with a subtle but soft smile.

Rules & Regularions

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ This is just a blog dedicated to the character of Naori Uchiha, a filler character from the Naruto anime. These are some rules that I would like you to know. <3

I. ‎ This is a Naori-centric blog, with drabbles, ideas, HCs, and other stuff. But, this isn't just a blog for roleplaying, it's a mix of my Naori-centric babble along with Naori roleplaying. Something important is that Naori isn't only exclusive to a particular character/OC when she's roleplaying.

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