As Uzumaki we are plagued by our feelings. We are explosive, effervescent in our emotions and are way too easily lead by them. Even the most stoic and controlled among us must battle with their emotions, control them, temper them. Yet at times, when we least expect it, our emotions get the better of us.
-Explosive-
She should have stayed put. She knows that. Kou told her to stay there, to not interfere and mind her own business. She was a lady, dignified, composed. They would come out of it, according to the soldiers they always did. But her indignation sparked, crackling like summer lightning and unlike so many times before, Mito does not want to hold it in.
Her chakra is concealed as she leaves camp, the moon's silver rays lighting up her path. Her steps are silent as she approaches them, narrowed eyes taking in the destruction their scuffle made. Broken trees, craters, boulders turned to dust.
If this is a mere spat, what will happen if these two go all out?
Silence reigns over the decimated forest, the full moon outlining their fallen bodies.
Mito breathes in, trying in vain to control herself. In…. out… Oh, who was she kidding? The tight hold she kept on her chakra slipped like silk between her fingers, washing over the two shinobi like a tsunami.
"I hope you two have a good explanation for this," she says in the tone she reserves for when her rowdy students upturn her classroom, because the Uzumaki run hot and their emotions always get the better of them.
And while Hashirama perks up at her presence, Madara looks surprisingly chastised, his arched lips turned in a scowl, dark eyes turned away from her.
"You two are the leaders of this war," she hissed, her chakra obediently molding to her emotions and flicking at them like a sharp whip. "You are the leaders of two clans that made a tenuous peace just a few years ago after a century-long conflict. How will your fights look in the eyes of your men? This alliance is hanging by a thread, your dream, you peace. And you two act like children! Explain yourselves!"