*stares Everything From The Heaven Where The Fillers And Death Characters Exist.*

Naori moved quickly when she saw the pink-haired woman lose consciousness. Fortunately, she managed to catch her in her arms before she hit the ground.

Gently, she placed a hand on the young woman’s forehead, noticing that she had a slight fever. While Naori’s face remained calm, inside she was filled with worry and unease.

Slowly but steadily, she lifted the woman onto her back, making sure not to hurt her by accident. Luckily, the young woman wasn’t heavy enough to make it a challenge for Naori.

She carried the unconscious woman through the forest, keeping her eyes focused on the path ahead. She moved as quickly as possible but with care, determined to get her to safety as soon as she could.

After what felt like a long journey, Naori finally reached her destination.

The Uchiha clan, known for its majesty, wealth, and power, had a main hidden stronghold but also maintained secret and temporary settlements for emergencies. The southern inn —where they now found themselves— was one of these locations. It was a small ryokan-style cabin situated in a secluded clearing within the forest. Surrounded by dense foliage for natural concealment, it was further protected by genjutsu scrolls to ensure its secrecy, made by the younger brother of the village leader as a peace gift for the clan.

Naori brought the unconscious woman inside the cabin, laying her briefly on the tatami floor while she prepared a futon. Once it was ready, she carefully moved the woman onto it and covered her with a blanket to ensure she could rest.

For a moment, Naori considered taking her to the rest of the clan, but she dismissed the thought immediately. The clan’s current situation was too delicate with some members deserting to seek more power, and a stranger’s presence would not be warmly received, especially during such a tense time.

The inn’s interior was surprisingly clean and cozy, given how rarely it was used. Still, Naori couldn’t shake the feeling that this place, like so many others, would likely vanish in the future, becoming yet another forgotten remnant of the clan’s history.

Naori resisted the urge to sigh, instead she sat in the Uchiha clan seiza style next to the futon where the pinkette was, just waiting patiently for the young woman to wake up.

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 see there's another Uchiha...."

Obito eyed Naori carefully.

‘An Uchiha from another era’ Naori thought as she looked at the man in front of her.

His face covered by a mask putting her at a disadvantage of knowing his true identity, of knowing who the real him is. But his Sharingan shone like a firefly in the darkness of his mask, like a blood-drenched moon seeking to be noticed in the gloom of the night. Was he hiding from the truth or from the real him without wanting to face the consequences?, “From your appearance, I suppose you are not interested in showing your identity to the world, even to you.” Naori spoke, she paused for a moment to gather her thoughts, “Who are you…?”

Naori blinked slowly as she observed the reaction of the pink-haired woman.

The woman was fast, she wouldn’t deny that.

She didn’t flinch at the kunai pointed at her, though it finally gave her an idea of what the pink-haired woman was.

‘A kunoichi…?’

Naori tilted her head slightly to one side, noticing how weak the woman looked. It seemed like she was about to faint at any moment.

Having seen and confirmed firsthand that the woman was, in fact, no threat to her or anyone —at least not in that state—, she deactivated her Sharingan, as if attempting to reassure her.

She spoke again, this time more softly, in a calm tone to avoid startling her.

"You have very quick reflexes… I was wondering if you were lost and needed help."

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 // 🖤

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?”

What MBTI type would you give Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Tajima, and Uchiha Izuna? Bonus: Uchiha Naori

Hello anon, thank you so much for your question!

This was one tricky question, as much as I enjoy anything psychology related, MBTI has never been my thing tbh. Or, I find it fascinating in a way, but I have not enough understanding about the different “functions” and how they work to give an in-depth “MBTI personality analysis”.

Apologies. :/

So take my answer with a grain of salt and feel free to disagree (or to be disappointed), but as I said: I’m an amateur about this particular side of psychology.

To answer your question, though, I would give the Uchiha you asked about the following labels;

Uchiha Madara: ENTJ

Uchiha Izuna: INTJ*

Uchiha Tajima: ISTJ

Uchiha Naori: INFJ

*I know Izuna showcases more logic/rationality (stoicism?) than emotion(s) in the little time we get to see him, but I’m drawn to the idea to make him an INFJ…

But function wise I know it would be a mess. And I know that’s the important part in this particular field, not the labels themselves.

But this is my answer to this question. Thank you for the ask, anon and take care. o/

Stares at with big ol’ chibi eyes.

Naori blinks slowly, feeling something like cuteness aggression bubbling in her chest.

"... Are you lost?"

Gothic imagery for this modern kimono by Furifu, mixing crows, manor, black cat , witch, etc.

I love the complete look with spiderweb haori, crescent moon bag, and cat in the moon obidome.

Fantastic depiction of Van Gogh's Sunflowers for this modern obi.

It's not the first time I post Van Gogh-inspired kimono items, but the textured here are really *chief's kiss*

You said you’d need a scenario for a nagisa x Naori drawing and I got you:

Miu, kagami, nagisa and Naori are together in a lake in the summer to cool down after training and miu and Naori are water wrestling while being carried on kagamis and Nagisas shoulders. The drawing could be from mius POV as she sees Naori blushing because nagisa is holding her thigh and also because they’ve never had that much physical contact.

Ik it’s nothing mind blowing but I feel like it would fit Nagisas clueless nature yk.

No because Nagisa would be so serious about this match, it would register that maybe you don’t hold her there 💀🤣