It had been nearly three decades since the conclusion of the Fourth Great Shinobi World War; peace had been restored amongst the five great nations who looked to one another as comrades. It was only a natural process, given the circumstances they had faced in the past. While many had believed that these countries had banded together for the sole purpose of defeating a common enemy, the efforts of the succeeding generation ensured that these ties would remain eternally unscathed. However yet, while peace undoubtedly existed to a certain extent, the entire shinobi world at large had unofficially announced their hatred towards the masterminds of the fourth war the Uchiha. Those who descended from the corrupt lineage of Madara Uchiha were looked down upon by the rest of the world, and with good reason, seeing as though their name brought nothing but agony and touched based on a past filled with unforgivable sins, one of which resulted in the mass murder of their entire clan by none other than its own heir. The Uchiha name had been spoiled beyond repair with the events of the war, and the last surviving members would be burdened to their graves because of it, however scarce they may now have been in number. It was said that the entire population of their clan could be counted on a person's fingertips; oddly enough, this meant that the number of clansmen had actually expanded, and that alone was enough to bring turmoil back to the world. Shinobi may have believed in peace amongst themselves, but that same benefit did not extend to the Uchiha a particular brunette knew this all too well.
Seated up against a large tree somewhere in the surrounding forests of Konohagakure, the beauty of the hidden leaf pressed a stone tablet tightly against her inflated chest it was the last waning memory she had of her kin. The woman was none other than Sayuri Senju, famed for her large breasts and status amongst even the finest of ninja in the entirety of the globe. The presence of the stone brought an uncontaminated sensation to her mind, one of ease. She had been resented for the better part of her childhood for something that was beyond her own control, and even now, the pain had never truly went away. A question was always left inside her head to ponder upon: did she even deserve to exist?
Sayuri had never come into contact with another member of her clan before, however, she was not very convinced that she was the last of her kind. She was a prototype of the newer generation, one that branded her as a mongrel; because of the publicized annihilation of the Uchiha, there could never again truly be just an Uchiha no, they could now only exist as crossbreeds. In Sayuri's case, she was a hybrid of the Senju and Uchiha, quite ironically at that. The two clans had a history of going up against one another in war, yet two had actually managed to fall in love with another and bear a child, or so Sayuri was made out to believe. There was no legitimacy to such a tale, most nearly because Sayuri had never been presented with the opportunity to meet her mother, who had been slaughtered on the night of the Uchiha massacre. If it were not for her Senju blood which bestowed her with an additional life force, thereby allowing her to survive within the womb of her deceased mother and later be recovered by members of the ANBU Sayuri would surely not have survived the same assault. She had cheated death from the very beginning, giving life to the question that plagued her mind so often.
Sayuri had been raised by her paternal grandmother, Tsunade, otherwise heralded as the Fifth Hokage, for the most part, after having been abandoned by her own father at an age of adolescence. Such events only made her feel all the more alone, though she saw faintly, the opportunity to expand her own legacy through the service of her village. Konoha had never once mistreated her, largely because of the fact that she had grown up under the wing of Tsunade. Anyone who spoke ill of Sayuri was immediately imprisoned, and akin to a similar law inducted by the Third Hokage, it had become forbidden to ridicule the Uchiha in any way possible. Sayuri owed her life to her grandmother, who raised Sayuri as if she were her own; surviving her various training regimes in time made Sayuri a force to be reckoned with herself, and allowed for her to set various records within the leaf, such as becoming the youngest ANBU Captain in history, an honor that had been kept by her ancestor in the past.
Her time within the ANBU was the highlight of her entire career. With them, she truly felt as though her life had been given reason; moreover, she had found even love within its ranks, which resulted in a smile on her face in the current day. Sayuri was much like Tsunade in more ways than one; in short, she had developed into a voluptuous beauty of the highest degree, meaning men came about quite easily. She initially never gave much interest to them, though, eventually succumbed to her womanly desires and found herself a mate. The man she had been seeing for the past several months had claimed the role of the ANBU's head commander, and in doing so, had grown even more popular than herself. Even Sayuri herself would have admitted that he was her superior in both status and in terms of power it was partially why she began seeing him in the first place; she loved powerful men just as much as anyone else.
With a man to turn to and an ensuing career within the ranks of the ANBU, it seemed as though Sayuri's life had finally been going the way she had wanted it to. Her hard work had finally paid off, and the thought of her boyfriend brought another warm smile to her soft lips. Releasing the stone tablet from her tight hold, she gazed down upon it, before realizing that the time for her to report to the Hokage's office had finally drawn upon her. She was to be there at noon and no later for the instructions on her next mission. This one she was especially looking forward to, because of the fact that it pitted her alongside her boyfriend. While she would keep in mind that a mission was meant to be nothing more than business, the thought of spending time with him was all too comforting. In all the months the two had been together, they had never truly had much time for one another, always plagued with new missions as a result of their high rankings amongst the ANBU. This time, however, they were almost forced to be together.