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The Adversity of The Warring States
Mirai could feel the temperature rise around her despite her thin robe during the cold January weather. Letting go of his light hold on her neck, his cold fingers slowly traced the curvature of her larynx. Taking his time to feel the texture of her goosebumps along the way. Through his eyes, she was the heiress who had defied him. His keen sense of observation had led him to believe that her pride had mattered to her most above all. He had decided very early on that he would take it.
She on the other hand, knew he was toying with her because he had preyed on her fear and humiliation since the day she had step foot in his stronghold. The thought caused her to shake herself away from his fingers to create some distance between them. She stared at him bewilderingly for his disregard for her personal space.
His heavy eyes observing her discomfort, flashed her a dark stare.
He enjoyed a good chase.
Taking another step forward, his hand hooked onto the front of her silky sash and pulled her towards him. He could see her blue hues widening in response to his quick movements.
"You have not answered the question princess, who shall be your savior?" he pressed further with his dangerously low tone, mocking her yet again. In the process, his hands moved from the sash, making their way at the base of her ribcage, placing his hands adjacently on her sides, holding onto her form.
His fingers pressed into her when she did not respond.
She felt the sudden urge to accept his challenge by saying the name he was pursuing her for. Clearly, he had wanted to witness if she dared speak the name of the younger Senju. He wanted her to know the situation she was in. Although frightened by him, she still held her pride above all else.
'If I let him rule over me now, I would do myself a disservice,' she thought.
"You really want to hear his name?" She challenged to which Madara's eyes narrowed. He had not expected her to question him in return with such ferocity. He looked to her, waiting for her to finish her confession if she dared.
"His name is-" before she could even begin to finish her sentence, she felt a small fraction of his brute force. His hand raked into her luscious locks, pulling her head back to stare deeply into her eyes. She saw the sinister crimson hues come to life before her very eyes. His Sharingan spun lazily as he dared her once again to complete her sentence.
"Hm?" he questioned, pretending to not hear the first bit of her confession. She could feel his hot breath on her face. It was like treading on broken glass, feeling her throat go dry in an instant as her talent of speech left her.
A sudden knock interrupted their interaction, causing Madara to look to her a moment longer before letting go and stepping away from her. He granted permission for entrance as the shoji panels slid open to reveal a handmaiden carrying a basket. She placed some replenishments such as water and spare robes on the dresser.
From a side glance the maiden could see the Uzumaki heiress standing in her under robes and looking rather distraught as Madara stood aloofly a meter away from her.
Mirai slowly stepped further away from the wall that she had been caged against earlier. Madara, could sense her slight movements behind him as the handmaiden returned with a small serving table containing hot tea, courtesy of his Oba-sama, for them to enjoy. The handmaiden could feel the tensioned air in the room as she finally turned to leave the room.
Madara locked the shoji panel behind him into place before he could return to his interrogation of her, causing her to step back to increase the gap between them. He turned and made his way towards her, catching her in the middle of the room.
"I will not be a subject to this constant humiliation. I was honorably married to you through the alliance." She revolted while staring at him square in the face. He stood close to her, looking back at her with a straight neck.
"Hm, honorable. Is that so…" He mimicked deep thought.
In a swift movement, he took her by the chin, drawing her face towards him.
"What is –" Her words were caught in her throat again.
He held her gaze momentarily, before letting his lips slowly trace the contours of hers. His hot breath mingling with hers in the process.
"This honor you speak of will get you nowhere in this stronghold" he whispered against her soft lips.
Jolts of electricity ran through her abdomen, causing her stomach to summersault.
Senju Brothers
Tobirama followed behind his brother as they aimed to reach the Senju Estate in a day of travel time if they pushed hard enough. A feat only possible by the Senju brothers.
His mind had been permanently anchored to Mirai. He knew that the Uchiha warlord would manipulate her and expect her to offer herself to him as a consolation prize.
His blood boiled at the thought of her being touched in any manner by any other man. His jaw had been clenched since the moment he had sensed her unease at that reception table. 'There was a flaw in my decision, I should have taken her with me when I had the chance,' he consistently regretted, swallowing his bitter thoughts, and unable to concentrate well on the way ahead.
His heart still burned for her despite their confrontation earlier. These were sentiments he could not easily rid himself of. Her being the wife of his sworn enemy did not sit well with him either.
Uchiha Stronghold
The stronghold had been in a state of peace since the situation had been taken control of. Almost everyone had retired to their chambers save for those who were on watch duty to secure the stronghold.
Candles were lit at numerous shrines across the stronghold, and they would keep burning until the breaking dawn to signify the consummation of the marriage between the newly wed couple.
A clear message from the civilians of the Uchiha clan who sincerely wished their leader and the new matriarch a smooth journey ahead with their blessings.
Meanwhile in Madara's Private Chambers
For the first time, his lips had grazed over the alabaster skin of her jaw. Drawing ripples of fear and other foreign feelings within Mirai's core. His lips moved along her jaw line before his index finger made contact with her dry and swollen lips which were sensitive from all the nervous biting she had done during the day. He trailed his fingers over them as she exhaled deeply.
He had felt the storm well up in him earlier at the alter. The height of power and control he had felt in that moment over the Senju brat, and the Uzumaki clan drove his ego higher.
His lips rested on her cheek, as she felt him whisper lowly into her flushed skin. "Call out and imagine whomever you wish tonight, but ultimately you will find that for every second, you belong to me."
His eyes clouded as he claimed her lips with deep force, sucking harder on the plump skin in the process. The force of his kiss had pushed into her until her back hit the wall. It was as if fire and ice had collided together. His lips thoroughly explored hers before he licked her bottom lip, feeling the grooves of her pout, all the while slowly feeling her sides and gripping her warm body closer to him through the flimsy fabric of her thin robe.
His hands expertly untied her sash in the process, dropping it to the floor. Leaving her robe hanging loosely on her shoulders, slightly revealing her lightly lined garments and flushed form. He let go of her lips momentarily before observing her tense thighs and socked feet.
His fingers trailed from the nape of her neck to down the center of her breasts, and then to her core, eliciting sharp breaths. Smirking, he bent forward, his hands pausing at her locked thighs which prevented him from moving further, yet he challenged her again.
His feather touch traced over her thighs, leading him to her treasure. Something that he was still not so sure was kept sacredly for him. Lightly touching the contours of her womanhood through her garments, he looked to clenched eyes.
Pulling back, he undid his blue sash around his waist, and let it drop to the floor before sliding out of his white haori. Giving a slight tug at his waist, he stepped out of his Hakama as well.
Her jaw slackened as she unclenched her eyes and stared at the scene in front of her in utter shock. Mirai's lips parted causing a flash of heat to travel through her body which was unlike anything she had ever felt.
Save for his single undergarment which hung loosely around his waist, she could see articles of his clothing piled on the floor one after the other. Her eyes followed his strong neck to his heavy torso which connected to his lean but chiselled abdomen. His built thighs met with his strong knees, and shins with well-developed calves.
This was the first time she had seen him in such a state. In fact, this was the first time she had seen a near nude shinobi. Her eyes peered at him through the dimly lit atmosphere, as she bit her bottom lip lightly. She watched him smoothly untie his last garment, letting it drop to the floor and causing her eyes to nearly bulge out of her sockets. Unable to bring herself to look below his waistline, she looked away in embarrassment.
Standing in-front of her in all his naked glory, he had felt no shame in giving her a full view of his exposed self. In the dimly lit room, he could see her turning away. Taking a long stride, he pushed her robe past her shoulders, roughly grazing her shoulders in the process.
She now stood in the cold room with her garmented figure, wedged between him and the wall behind her. Locating her waist, he pulled her lower half to him.
Mirai could feel his lower half grinding into her roughly, taking her a second to register that his manhood was fully erect and rubbing against garmented womanhood as he kissed her. Unknown to her, his interests lay in seeing her begging for mercy, and confessing to her crimes of passion of the past, yet he had planned many other things before that.
He traced his way to her clothed womanhood once more, his hand teasing the flimsy garment covering her cove. With a twist of his firm wrist, he removed the garment, letting it drop to the floor to expose smooth petals of skin. His expert fingers traced over the shape of her womanhood, making sure to lightly rub the nub of her slightly protruding pearl causing her to bite her lower lip as her legs and knees nearly buckled beneath her.
Sensing unknown feelings in her core, she pushed against his torso, causing space in between them once again. She was being too volatile for his liking, so his lips claimed hers in a rougher kiss distracting her. He knew full well that he could have made her cry out in ecstasy if only he chose to, but that was not his motive.
With his free hand, he caressed her dry folds, pleasuring them enough to naturally lubricate her. He pleasured her with the consistent rubs and strokes of his fingers, as he played with her sensitive nub. In brief moments, her juices lined her entrance as he attempted to slip his digit past the opening of her womanhood, but her stiff body immediately rejected him in the process.
Mirai's head spun whilst contemplating his invasive touch and his overall demeanor, gasping at his attempt to push past her hymen. At first, she tried to pull away, but his iron grip kept her from moving, as his other hand pleasured her nether regions. In the process, her hands made their way to his broad shoulders, as she clutched them, drawing her head back in response to his consistently playful hand strokes, giving his lips access to her slender neck. She could not help but feel a type of liberating pleasure from his touch. She felt frustrated that her body had a mind of its own.
Leaving her womanhood in its aroused state, he resorted to feeling more of her body.
He could feel the wetness of her on his fingers, signs telling him she was ready for his taking, but instead, his hand slowly crawled up her midriff to her upper garment which was delicately placed around her. Swiftly, his fingers ripped through the fabric as he tossed it aside. His hands encompassed over the perky mounds of flesh, squeezing them hard as he grinded into her core. Mirai could feel his pulsating manhood against her wet entrance, her sticky fluids building and lightly trailing down her inner thighs.
Her body felt a strange yearning of sorts, causing foreign pleasure despite his transgressing actions.
He pinched her perky nipples and laced them with his tongue as his manhood caused friction against her lower half. His tongue made its way back to her mouth, this time demanding entrance into her cavern with some resistance. His tongue rubbed against hers, before he aggressively bit on her bottom lip causing her to cry out. He could taste her blood in his mouth, as he sucked on her lips.
Moving his face past her jawline, his lips felt the unattended crevice of her neck and collar bone, while she could still taste the metallic flavor of her blood, as it ran down her swollen lips, slightly lining her chin. His lips sucked on the skin of her neck, grazing it slightly with his teeth.
Madara's breathing had begun to hit a deeper note, clearly beginning to feel the effects of his blood rushing to his fully erect member. Mirai looked to him half lidded through the dark but could not see much in the blur. She could feel her nipples harden against the cool draft in the room, causing her to shudder.
Madara's hand wrapped around his pulsating shaft, and with his free hand, he pushed down on her shoulder with sudden brute force causing her knees to buckle beneath her, causing sudden impact with the wooden floor. As she landed hard on her knees, she yelped in pain, yet her reaction halted.
Her vision was awkwardly graced with his hand wrapped around his pulsating orifice, as he slowly stroked it. That was exactly when she heard him explain his real intent.
"As promised, you will learn your place in the hierarchy princess." She heard his husky voice cut through darkness of the room.
Feeling those words invade her sense of being, she felt a momentary spell of dizziness.
Taking her hand, he placed it around the girth of his manhood, holding it in place for her to feel him throbbing.
Never had she ever felt a man in that nature, causing her throat to parch as she swallowed. She slowly looked up to his sharp face, he had wanted her to pleasure him.
Her hand wrapped around his thick shaft as his hand moved on top of hers, influencing her movement and pace. Once he had established the momentum, he let go of her hand letting her carry on as his fingers made their way into her dark locks. His breathing had become steadfast, as he moved and jerked against her hand until he felt warmed.
Withdrawing from her grasp, he placed his manhood at her lips. Rubbing his tip against her plump lips, unable to find the entrance he desired. She pulled away from him in disgust, but then, he pulled her by the fist in her locks causing her to gasp in pain. Taking the opportunity of her slackened jaw, he pushed into the caverns of her mouth.
Her eyes widened in shock, as she placed both hands on his handles to push away from him, yet he drew her in once again with another stroke, this time hitting the back of her throat.
She gagged on him as he drew out and bucked back in with a steady movement.
Her knees had dug into the wooden floor, as his fisted hand moved her head in steadfast movements around his pulsating shaft. It was a while before his body finally tensed, causing him to go faster, hitting the back of her throat before suddenly pulling out.
Mirai bent over, coughing out profusely as tears made their way down her cheeks.
Grunting lowly, he stroked himself with speed until his seed spewed forward. The warm liquid slid down his manhood, splattering on the ground and around Mirai. Lines of sweat dripped down his flexed form whilst his long mane clung to his naked form.
He held onto himself a bit longer, before looking to her nude crouched form on the floor. He felt no pity for her, reminded of the time he had learnt of her tryst with Tobirama Senju, and then when she had openly opposed him. Her impertinence had rubbed him in the wrong way.
The candles had long burnt out in the corners of the room, but the reflection of the breaking dawn had appeared in the mirror, leaving the walls of the room dancing in orange hues.
She witnessed him move from her vision to the vanity, grabbing towels to clean himself off, and opting for newer robes. He expertly tied his sash before discreetly pushing back the shoji panels and leaving the premises of the private chambers.
Mirai had not moved from her spot for some time. Instead, drawing her knees to her chest as her swollen eyes rimmed with tears. A storm of mixed emotions swirled in her, causing her to feel broken and angry. He had not only shown her the doorway to her humiliating future with him, but also his calculative nature. He had done all this with one motive in mind. To crush her pride, and her stance on Tobirama.
After some time, she slowly got up and made her way to the vanity shakily. It scared her to see the amount of physical damage he could instill without trying. In the mirror, she could spot the dark circles under her eyes, her bruised lips and the dried blood crusted on her chin. Her neck and collar bone were covered in tiny red specks from when he had sucked too hard on her skin. Her knees were grazed with purple bruises and noticeable scratches along with her bruised palms.
He had released himself all over her body, and the wetness of his seed had buried itself into her lustrous hair.
Grabbing the wet towels, she cleaned herself thoroughly, aiming to remove every trace of him off her body. Dressing in a fresh robe, she took a swig of the cold tea, clearing up any semblance of him. If their last interaction had not already set the tone, this interaction certainly had. He was not to be trifled with.
She looked over to the canopied bed, exhaling, she contemplated on resting. She had a strong intuition that he would not be returning to the chambers after what had taken place.
Beyond exhausted, emotionally, and physically, it had been the most tensioned night of her life. But then again, it could have been far worse than what it had resorted to. He could have done much more damage than he had intended originally.
With the comfort of that thought that he would not be returning, she softly slid into the covers of the futon. She laid in the snug bed, staring at the ceiling where the canopy was based. She scrunched her eyes, feeling every bit of emotion in her heighten as key visions rushed through her mind like flash points.
A cherub faced Mito chasing Mirai through a dense garden of hydrangeas.
A headdress being placed on her head by her father's main concubine at her coming-of-age ceremony.
Her first day as a medic-nin.
Perching on the balcony with Mito and watching the Senju and Uzumaki train together.
The private meeting with the Senju elders, and Hashirama's grand proposal.
Tajima Uchiha's sharp stare at Mito's reception.
Solemnly staring at Butsuma Senju's burning pyre.
The faces of Mito and Hashirama smiling at her invitingly.
Tobirama's warm embrace.
The elders summons in Uzushiogakure to interrogate her.
Elder Kin's useless banter when she mourned her loss of love.
Izuna's distrusting glance.
Tobirama's concerned sanguine eyes.
Rei-Uchiha's warning of leaving the past behind.
Her fathers' displeasure at her actions, and his bitter farewell.
Madara's sinister stare as she took a step towards him at the wedding alter.
The dawn had brought life to the stagnant stronghold. When only hours earlier, it was a battleground.
The elder's council had planned to meet in the early hours to discuss the current situation about the formidable Senju, and their behavior at the reception after the revelation of their treachery.
The thought of a major war with the Senju would wake trouble in the hearts and minds of the Uchiha because they had always been commissioned by the daimyo of the lands to fight if their opposing side had commissioned the Senju, causing a match of strength.
However, this time, it would be different. It would be the Uchiha clan waging a direct war against the Senju Clan.
Earlier, Madara had retreated to his personal bath house at dawn right after his heated interaction with Mirai, but not before his brief encounter with Takara. He had been walking down the corridor on the second floor where his old chambers were, only to spot Takara a floor below him towards the main lobby of the stronghold.
She seemed to be preparing for her daily morning training routine. When her eyes were graced with the sight of her leader looking over her from the upper floor, her heart ached from the realization that he was now married to that Uzumaki woman, and from his unannounced presence, it could only have meant that he had not slept through the night.
Madara could see the discontent on her facial features, he looked to her briefly before leaving for his bathhouse. Takara lowered her eyes to the floor; she had embarrassed herself in front of him yesterday when she had confessed her feelings to him. Most of all, she felt anger and rage towards that Uzumaki witch.
At the council meeting
The large dark wood room was lined with shoji panels on all sides with large candle stands occupying the corners of the dojo like room. The council members slowly flocked in through the entrance to take their seats on the maroon mats placed on the freshly polished floors. Morning rays peaked through the glass shoji panels, along with the cool draft of the winter morning. The room carried a slightly orangish hue along with the scent of freshly brewed tea which was served to the council members.
The Uchiha council consisted of Elders Mikoto, Kagami, Aki and Hatori who were direct advisors to Madara. Then, there was Rei-sama also served as a member of council since she fostered the clan, and Izuna was an invited member because he was the second in command. The civilians of the clan had produced 4 representatives who covered the four great general regions of the Uchiha territory to voice their opinions. The other few extra people who were allowed in the meetings were a few individuals serving as the scribes who wrote the agenda of the meetings, which would then later be publicized to the Clan.
The council was purposely kept to a minimum body count to avoid much conflict and confusion. In Tajima Uchiha's time, civilians were allowed to attend such meetings in large masses, but after various outbreaks of conflict during such meetings, they had limited the capacity of people who could attend such crucial meetings.
On the Second floor
Cold water trailed down his over heated form, as he stood still under the running water. His mane hung around him, curtaining his face. Yet, the cold water was ineffective at treating his contention, feeling his nether regions tense up to the mental image of her.
The January winter had brought out its own cold draft, yet that was not enough deter what he had felt from earlier. Pulling out of the numbingly cold shower, he secured a towel around his lower half, proceeding to ready himself for the council meeting.
At the Council Hall
Rei Uchiha slowly strolled into the meeting hall to find Izuna already present and involved in some discussions with others. Her sharp eyes searched through the small crowd only to discover Madara walking through the council hall gates.
Of course, she had not failed to notice that her grandson had failed to bring his new bride to the meeting, pointing to the obvious friction between the couple.
Many had noticed the absence of the new Matriarch but had kept mum about the matter. No one dared to name the Uzumaki heiress out openly, especially since she was a non-native to their clan.
An outsider.
Madara and Mirai's Private Chambers.
Morning rays peaked through the gap of the long and heavy velvet curtains behind the elevated futon, reflecting golden flecks of sunrays down her side and shoulder. Her sapphire hues opened to a painfully brighter atmosphere than what she had remembered. Her peaking eyes were met with the tresses of the transparent chiffon canopy that hung from the ceiling.
It was all so serene.
The walls of her new room sparkled like stars with the engraved reflective glass work. It almost hurt her eyes to look around, but all of it still intrigued her because she had not noticed them the previous night. She cautiously changed her posture and rested on her elbows behind her, now slightly elevated to see the glass vanity and the large mirror beside it. The setting seemed too perfect to be put together. Long before she could enjoy the serenity of it all, the sudden realization crossed her mind, causing her to sit up a bit too quickly.
Last night, she had been wed to Uchiha Madara.
She winced at the cold winter air which greeted her exposed shoulders, making the sensations over her body more noticeable. Her kimono hung loosely around her shoulders, threatening to slide further down. She looked to her blanketed lap and slightly bruised palms, feeling adrift as the affairs of the previous night rushed through her memory.
He had harassed her in the most volatile way possible to crush her pride, which she valued most. She had sensed the storm, the way he reacted towards her with Tobirama's presence and mention. She needed to tread carefully if she was to survive in the kind of toxic environment. Most of all, she had wanted to avoid him at all costs.
She could hear voices of a group of maidens making their way down the hallway and towards her room. Last night, before she was brought to her chambers, Rei Oba-sama had informed her of the early council meeting which she would need to attend since she was now the new matriarch of the clan. She had planned to attend the meeting to set forth her presence in front of the clan but became hesitant at the fact that Madara would be there.
A brief knock sounded at the shoji panels located towards the corner of her room, after she gave an affirmation for them to enter the chambers, she got out of her bed to leave for the bathhouse, but not before hearing the group giggle amongst each other. From the corner of her eyes, she could see them scurrying to pick up the dropped robes and ripped garments, causing her to pinch the bridge of her nose. She was so deep in her peril earlier that she had left all evidence of her encounter with Madara splayed on the floor.
Feeling embarrassed and exposed, she continued to walk away from the cluster of gossiping women. She had only slept for two hours, a bit longer than intended because now she practically had to run to get ready to be in time for the council meeting.
At the bathhouse, she was scrubbed vigorously from head to toe, before being dressed in a plain white kimono with the Uchiha crest at the back. The marks on her body had not gone unnoticed by the maidens at the bath house. It looked like she had just climbed a mountain with the exception of the flecks of deep red on her neck and shoulders.
They chose to overlook it.
Given that she had overslept, there was no time to tend to her aesthetics. Her damp hair was left to dry in its natural state as it cascaded down her shoulders and back freely, covering the marks on her neck. Her face was left bare with no tint, and no ointment was applied to her wounds. She was hurriedly escorted to the council hall.
At the Council Meeting Hall
All presences had taken their seats, save for the one missing spot located beside Rei-Uchiha. The spot had been reserved for the new matriarch, causing many to raise their brows at the empty space.
Rei-sama, noticing the clan's reaction to the situation, cleared her throat, drawing attention to her presence. "Let us begin the proceedings now…" but the moment she called for the focus of the group, she noticed Mirai saunter through the doors. She felt relieved for the girl walking in right on time. Almost immediately, everyone's focus shifted to the new matriarch, including Madara, whose critical gaze lingered on her form a bit longer than intended. Izuna had caught notice, and nearly smirked at the reaction of his elder brother.
Mirai, conscious of the many eyes on her, increased her pace and hurriedly made her way to the empty space beside Rei-sama. The seating formation for the meeting was a big circle placing Mirai diagonally across from Madara.
The emergency council meeting began with their key agenda; 'the war with the Senju clan.'
"We can not side with Senju ideals after what took place yesterday, it is clear as day that they made a life-threatening attempt to harm our clan leader and matriarch," elder Hatori stated.
A young shinobi seated beside the four district representatives voiced support for elder Hatori's statement, "I am the new representative for the third Uchiha district, but I can speak for all four districts in a unanimous vote for the boycott of the Senju clan and its truce with the Uchiha. We feel betrayed after the revelation of this secret attack, and then the havoc yesterday at the wedding!"
"What ever happened yesterday was unacceptable and should never be allowed to happen again…" sighed elder Aki, in response to the third district representative.
Despite Mirai's feelings towards Tobirama, in her naivety, she was still bent on vengeance with the Senju clan. She hated that her feelings were interfering with her revenge against those who ignored her and placed her here. She shifted in her seating, feeling uncomfortable with the setting and topic.
"We can always send a summons to the Senju clan for negotiations before we consider a full-scale war?" Elder Mikoto voiced. She preferred to maintain peace over war after having seen a lifetime of it.
"We will do no such thing. They consciously carried out all plans against us, those filthy rats. The Uchiha will never surrender to those Senju." Izuna argued in disgust, still thinking of Tobirama walking out of Mirai's guest chambers on the day of the wedding, which was a big secret from him to carry from his elder brother.
"Tsk tsk, you young bloods, always ready to barter with your life. War is easy to start, but difficult to manage. Long term wars have always caused famine, and the collapse of many clans in the past. It is the winter right now and we can not harvest anything which will lead to a shortage for food and resources. We must think of the clan first before we all suffer," elder Mikoto countered.
All the while, Madara sat observing the reactions of those around him. Knowing full well that the council would eventually tip towards waging war.
A clan war for him to fight Hashirama. His jaw twitched at the malicious aggression on the inside. In that moment, he looked diagonally across, catching her gaze.
Mirai had hoped not to catch his attention by laying low at the council meeting. Yet, she looked towards him for only a fraction of a second, only to have him raise his eyes towards her. She turned around so quickly that her neck nearly cracked.
The council debated amongst each other on whether it would be wise to send a summons of war to the Senju. Elder Mikoto, Rei-sama, argued against a declaration of war. However, at the end of the meeting, they had determined that war as the only course of action they could take. They wanted to annihilate the Senju for their treachery.
Some eyed the new matriarch suspiciously.
After all, she was from the Uzumaki clan. A clan that had formed an alliance with the Senju through marriage, which resulted in producing children who had both Uzumaki and Senju blood.