Uzumaki Nanjirou didn't know what to think when he got the missive from Konoha, but upon reading the contents of the letter he was more then upset. Turning he stormed out of his room and headed towards his parents.
Arriving at the thorne room, Nanjirou opened the door and bowed slightly to his parents in greeting, "Father, Mother, a letter from Konoha was just delivered to me by one their hawks."
"Oh and what did it say?" questioned the queen of whirlpool, curious.
Nanjirou clenched his fist, "Kushina's son survived."
"WHAT!" a screech rang out and everyone turned towards the queen in astonishment, surprised that such a sound came from the woman, but given the circumstance, they couldn't really blame her for the reaction she gave. "But the council of Konoha told us he was killed during the sealing. That the potent chakra of Kyuubi was just to strong and deadly for an infant to handle."
The king placed a hand on his wife's shoulder, a glare set on his face. He couldn't believe he was hearing something like this. He didn't think Hiruzen was the type to do something like this. Hiding a child from his family, and not just any child, a prince, and a future tuler to an allied country. Something like this was more then enough to start a war, and war had been declared for far less.
"Nanjirou explain this. Konoha has one chance to redeem itself before I retaliate against them for this betrayal." Kuranosuke raged, an angry red tint coloring his cheeks, a testimony to how upset he was by this information, "Uzushiogakure and Konohagakure has always been allies, ever since the marriage of Hashirama Senju and Mito Uzumaki. We did every thing we could to help Konoha flurish and this is how they repay us for our kindness."
Nanjirou nodded his head, he understood where his father was coming from and he agreed. For five years, the existence of his nephew was kept from them. He had missed five years of his nephews life and his parents, their only grandson. It was five years that they would never get back and how could they tell a kid, an orphan by the sound of it, that he had a family but they never did anything to help him. It could be a disaster. Holding up the letter in his hand, the Konoha emblem catching their attention with a swirl crest in the corner.
"The council of Konoha lied and decieved us into believing that Uzumaki Naruto was killed during the sealing. In this letter, the Hokage has spoken of Kushina and how she married Minato, the Yondaime, about her being pregnant and the attack of Kyuubi." frowning, Nanjirou lowered his eyes to the ground in front of him. "I don't think he has any idea that we already knew about my sister and her husband and that they had been expecting a child. The letter stated that he wanted me and a few of our shinobi's to come to Konoha to watch over Naruto. To keep him safe."
"Safe, from what exactly Nanjirou?" Kuranosuke asked with a frown, eyes narrowed. He didn't like the sound of this. First Konoha had hidden the fact that whirlpool had a new prince and now it seemed like his grandson was in some kind of danger. What the hell was his old friend doing?
Glancing towards the side so he wasn't looking at his parents, Nanjirou frowned, "Most people are aware that the Uzumakl clan are geniuses when it comes to the sealing arts as Uzumaki Mito-san proved when she volunteered to be the first holder of the Kyuubi and was able to subdue him and then later, Kushina."
Nanjirou paused briefly as he furrowed his brows, "Five years ago, the tenth of October, Kushina went into labor, thus the seal holding the demon back weakened and somehow the Kyuubi was able to escape his prison, rampaging just outside of Konoha forcing the fourth Hokage to sacrafice his life sealing the Kyuubi into his son, Kushina son, ending the terror that the Kyuubi had brought upon the people." looking towards his parents, he continued, "But this is only a guess, make no mistake though, I do plan to find out the how the Kyuubi broke free and why the council lied to us about Naruto dying."
Kuranosuke nodded his head and turned to look out the window beside him. From his position he could see his people walking the streets, childiren running around while their parents watched over them while smiling. Uzushiogakure was a peaceful place with hardly any fights or discrimination. His people were both compassionate and intelligent and knew when and who to offer second chances to, especially when the invitation was given to nuke-nins.
He watched as a little boy about five or six tripped over a rock and skinned his knees and elbow, but that wasn't what he was staring at. No, the boy was different and in any other village would have been picked on or osrtersize for his appearance. What with skin the color of limes with fish-like gills on each side of his neck and markings under his eyes. It was obvious the kid was different and people didn't like things that were strange or abnormal, they feared it and when mortals fear something they always seek to destroy that thing. It was written deep within a person's survival instinct.
A group of older kids came running over towards the crying boy and helped him up. One of the girls in the group had just smiled and picked the boy up while one of the males grinned and ruffled the younger ones hair causing the boy to laugh.
Kuranosuke smiled at the sight. It was moments like this, and people like them that made him happy to be king of Uzushiogakure and he was proud of the type of people that lived here. People who could see past a persons physical appearance and befriend them. His thoughts turned towards his grandson. The third container for the Kyuubi. A jinchuriki. With a sigh he faced his son.
"Jinchuriki's aren't treated well in other villages. Uzushiogakure is perhaps the only village in the elemental continents that would be able to tell the difference between a scroll and the object in which it holds. It upsets me just thinking about the treatment my poor grand son was made to suffer because of the stupidity of mankind."
"We need to take him from Konoha. Bring him here. Uzushiogakure will treat him as he should be treated. He will grow up loved and appreciated for the burden that he carries." Sumire urged standing up from her throne.
Nanjirou rose his arm, "Calm yourself mother. I will take a handful of Uzu shinobi's and samurai's to Konoha with me to stay with Naruto. He will be cared for, I promise you this, no harm shall befall him while I'm there."
Sumire nodded her head and sat back down. "I want pictures of him, Nanjirou, I want to see what he looks like. Would he look just like his mother, my beautiful Kushina or her handsome husband. Blond hair, red hair or a mix of colors. A dark shade of blue like Kuhina or a bright color like Minato." she trailed off, a dreamy expression entering her eyes as she thought about her grandson.
Nanjirou smiled lightly at his mother before facing his father wondering what he would say on the matter. He wanted to give Konoha a chance only because his sister loved that village. It was her second home after all. But he would do what was right for his nephew and if taking him from that village was needed, he'd do it. Regardless if the action could rise a war, Konoha brought it upon themselves for hiding Naruto from them. "And your wishes father?"
"Send weekly or monthly reports on Naruto and his treated in Konoha. I want to know his likes, dislikes, dreams and goals for the future. His personality, friends. Who his caretaker is and where he lives. I want to know how he is both physically and psycologically. And why Hiruzen never told us about Naruto until now."
Nanjirou nodded his head, "I will gather and notify you on who I am taking with me and we will depart in three days."
"That's fine." Kuranosuke nodded and waved his hand, dismissing his son who bowed slightly and left the room.