In his walking, the breeze bellowed within his hair, through the tender pine of the trees surrounding, the gentle leafs of each white oak- to make a soothing melody flowing, around his ears. As he reached the peak, the height of the monument, a wondrous breeze sweeping colours of orange, red, green and violet around his hair. The smells of free-flowing rivers, the enriching knowledge of the long-standing evergreen, and the ripe taste of pure barries in the bramble; with his eyes away from the industrialization in his sights, nature brought him to the remembrance of his childhood- to stand upon the rock standing over the village, his mother's song, his father's words, each echoed within his mind and gave a reminder of where his heritage lay. He sat at the cleft overlooking the village and to his own eyes the forest beyond, his book carefully balanced upon his legs, the sway of his brush calming as each dab of ink wrote. Jiraiya wondered, as it was all he could do, he wondered what his mother or father would think of his own tale- of the people he had met, the jutsu he had made, his failure to be a Patriarch to his clan, what they would consider of his continual running.
With the press of his ink to paper, he pondered within his writing. They had been allies for decades, yet each clan amongst them knew so little of the true heritage surrounding them. He could speak truthful, in candour to each clan leader what he knew, but such words would lead only to hatred, violence, denial and war, that which they all rather avoid. A sigh escaped him then, to intermingle with the life encircling, the sanin recollecting the stories that none among him could, and he thought it depressing in fact. He sighed and began writing once more.
Screaming, gore, offal, spread over the ground- it was so tinted black from explosives, ashen from fire, matted wet from water, cut with wind. Yet still, bodies littered the area, viscera over the dust pinkened and bloodied. Coloured bright from the sun melding into the overseeing hills to the east, my mother was at the edge, avoiding glancing at the area, and healing those whom where brought to him, as were most of the Omega of the clan. It was a continuous job, body after body, a corpse on occasionally intermingled, the younger losing meals to the sights afore them; to my knowledge, mother attempted to ease their woes, though he too understood that all amongst them would need to face death, merely in requisite as warriors. There was shaking from all fingers those healers, to the Alpha's bringing their wounded, to those merely shining their blades from gore.
Preparation had been made for all steps of battle, the Matriarch had seen her Omega ready for death- though even she could harbour no sway to the brutalizing truth. Medication was well stacked, wooden crates filled had been brought to the battle's campsite, weapons along, however, no matter their comprehension of the outcome, new shinobi- Alpha's who had only just tasted war shook at the sight; some curled around their knees stared upon nothing in its bleak comfort, some cried for their parental comfort. Those new, young children, were partially ignored, glanced at, then walked past without a margin of sympathy granted. My mother spared none of his time in healing those still in shock of pain to comfort those in shock of battle.
Though his eyes did look in direction of the boy he had met in the valley, his spiked navy tinged hair, as common- seemingly absorbing the light from around it to shine around his ivory skin; he was calm with an unmistakable sophistication shown in comparison to the other's their assumed age- Naru questioned the sight until he made the assumption that some children would have been put into war earlier than their counterparts. For Madara-san, was masked in blood, his yutaka far darker than normality, then when my mother saw him for their sequestered lessons. He knew the boy his age, was indeed an experienced shinobi, not in the least a boy or child as the others still frightful. They caught vision for a moment, and mother gave brief smile in acknowledgement, while in turn he was granted a slight nod of the head from Madara, but only just as a young boy with flowing -navy tinged hair, ran up to him baring a large grin curving his sharpened features, and he was made distracted, though mother smiled for the sight- as Madara smiled wide in greeting and Naru did indeed know the boy; as Izuna-kun, Madara-san's younger brother, whom on occasion joined their concealed training.
His attention back to his patient- his focus maintained on the body afore him, mother's hair flowed swift down in front of his face -now reaching his elbows in length, before he could remove it with offal-covered hands- another did so in his stead. To look up, he found the familiar visage of Furumiru-san her hand tucking his blond strand behind his ear, her expression masked under the same stoicism he was familiar with, still, he thanked her for the slight favour. As she stood to her full height, towering over him the height of six-foot-five, imposing just as the matriarch and awaiting him to finish on his patient. Once he did, enough for the man to survive, he was drawn up by his elbow and met with his betrothed stern visage, plastered over with uncertainty he had nary seen from the woman. "We are to be wed in three days." Her demeanour left swiftly, in its place came a woman who sighed her eyes castaway and a more gentle tone came from her lips "I apologize for this, abrupt circumstance." Mother granted her the comfort of a smile, his own empathetic nature showcasing broadly afore the destressed Uchiha.
"I will not complain, you seem a kind woman, and we need just get to know the other to match I should think." There weren't much to say which could comfort the strained woman as her muscles were each tensed around her weapon, and her jaw was set firmly in place as she gazed down to her intended Omega. A tinge of a smile crested her features as she acknowledged his attempt to right their dispositions.
"Agreed." Mother smiled for her agreement. With his patient already having passed on, they both moved away from the area together, in mind, a manner in which they might know each other before their marriage dictated their lives. Both hesitant as they walked from their positions, mother finding his arm respectably entwined with Furumiru's, he blushed for the intimacy of the action. Height formed only a minor barrier between them, though they stepped to the same pace, despite the surrounding gore, a comfortable aura resided around them both. Least until they were interrupted by a boy whose frown could reach the edge of the valley to the forest's border.
"Furumiru!" Came the shout, and mother though confounded by the sudden voice took a pace backwards as he saw his mentor moving up to them. Surprised by Madara's appearance, as behind him Izuna also followed- albeit more precautiously behind his brother. Though it remained not his position, mother stepped forth in opposition to his betrothed, not blocking Madara's irate vision of the woman, but instead imposing himself, which behind Izuna seemed to breath a slight easier for.
"Madara-san, is something the matter?" The man did twitch for his question, but even as it was evident his brother was pulling at his arm to leave the situation, the irate Alpha maintained his stature. To which Furumiru-san took as a challenge, her stance straightening and a glare forming. The awaiting blond gained no answer, instead there was a brief glance his direction, while Izuna-san stared fully at his visage with an unmistakable fright burning in his ashen irises.
"Are you scouting about the free Omega's again?" A sweep of a smaller arm was cast in his direction, a snarl formed deep into Madara's expression- his glare made easily visible by the divot at the bridge of his nose, his body was shaking in a tension that spoke of his purified anger. "You- you are nothing further than a debauchee! I am shamed to proclaim relation to you as my sister!" Mother shook for the understanding, further, he stepped away with the newfound information upon his intended, accusations not simply dismantled, vacillation tormenting at his mind. He looked to the woman, as far his sight might reach- yet she made no bid to deny the acclamation, her posture instead stood rigid as her lips thinned whilst she stared down her brother. To turn in sight of Madara's ire as it settled into a calmer visage, though his brother still hid for the confrontation.
Mother untangled his arm from Furumiru in questioning of the proclamation he had heard."Naru-san is my betrothed brother. Know what you face before you make yourself confrontational." Cerulean eyes glanced to the three siblings in want of answers, clarity in who she beside him was, who he was to marry. Then to the man who had been training him, though he had been proven wrong Madara still stood tall in his confidence against his sister's towering visage. "I do not deny my past brother." She gained a scowl for the statement, though it seemed to any word she made Madara was ready to oppose her.
"I pity him then. Let us hope you have not tarnished the family name." Again, Izuna-san pulled at his brother's elbow for a hastened retreat, he did not move. Even as Furumiru scowled down at his image, before her hand whipped around from previously holding at the haft of her blade to hit him brisk against the face. In instinct, my mother rushed to his aid. Though he did not fall from the blow a brightened red stained his cheek and his eyes near twirled as he stared to his sister for the impact. An obvious challenge between the two siblings festering with mere stares. "Least I would not." By that statement, both him and Izuna walk away, mother staring upon them as his mind pondered for answers before following under the taller shadow.