A/N: Hi... *hides behind a couch* don't be mad, plz! I swear I didn't abandon this story. It's just... you know what, no. I'm not going to give any excuses. Not anymore. I'm sorry I didn't update sooner. I'll try harder to update twice or thrice every month from now on.
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Death is permanent. It is irreversible. Bringing a dead person back to life is a fool's dream –even if some twats like a certain albino Senju *cough* Tobirama *cough* believes otherwise. Once a soul is in the Shinigami's grasp, there is no returning back to the land of living.
Death is the ultimate truth. There is no way to cheat death. One just cannot revive back from their deaths. It is just not possible.
Everyone has to die someday. One who has born will die one day -that much is obvious to anyone. And like anyone else, she knew it too. She had once been alive, and lived her life to the fullest as Mito Uzumaki –Princess of Uzushiogakure- and died peacefully after living a fulfilling life.
Yes, that's right. She is supposed to be dead.
But somehow… she is not.
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The last thing she remembered before her death was smiling warmly at a crying Kushina, trying to give the younger Uzumaki some strength. The poor girl had a lot of burden on her –what with being the new Jinchurikki of the Nine tailed fox and all. She felt bad for dumping her own burden to the young girl of eight, however, she herself had no choice. She had gotten way too old, and when she dies, the seal would break and release the nine tailed fox, who would definitely not feel remorseful even a little bit as he rampages on the beautiful village of Konoha that her late husband Hashirama had so lovingly and painstakingly created. She just couldn't let her late husband's dreams crumble beneath the feet of the nine tailed fox.
She had felt disgusted with herself for doing this to a child so young. If it had been within her power, then she would have gladly altered the seal so that the fox disappears along with her death. It's not like the fox would have actually 'died'. He was just a chakra construct; he would have reformed after about a decade or so later. But those power hungry monsters that sat on the Council opposed strongly to her idea, and even her late husband's student –Hiruzen, who had been chosen as the Third Hokage after her brother-in-law's death, protested against this, saying something about 'messing up the balance in power among other Hidden Villages'.
Tch, what balance in power? The five Hidden Villages fought amongst themselves for obtaining the power of all the Bijuu. Even after Hashirama had distributed the nine Bijuu to every other Hidden Village, they are still not satisfied until they themselves stay on the top of the ladder in this power hungry world.
She didn't think that after all her struggles, it would come to this. If she had known earlier, she would never have sealed the nine tails inside of her, making herself the first Jinchurikki ever. She didn't have any choice in that matter, since it was either sealing the bijuu inside her, or letting her husband get eaten by the Giant fox. The logical choice is quite obvious, right?
Even so, it had been her decision to seal the demon fox inside herself. She hadn't been forced by anyone to seal the bijuu inside herself, it had been by her own choice. She had just wanted to protect her husband and his beloved village. She never thought that her decision would have such horrible consequences.
She may have had a choice in being a Jinchurikki, but the others never did. Because of her, eight others were forced to be a Jinchurikii to the other Bijuus. They had been forced to be a Jailor to the Bijuus, and only to 'keep in check the balance of powers between the Hidden Villages.' Tch, what a pathetic excuse. The formation of the Hidden Villages may have brought an end to the Warring States Era, but the people's mindset never changed. They still fought for power and control.
This led to the birth of the Jinchurikki –the holders of the Bijuu. People like that damn Madara Uciha, are nothing more than scum in her eyes. People like him care for nothing else, but their delusional version of truth and peace. They spiral down in the madness of their own pain and hate, that they sometimes forget that they weren't the only ones who have suffered. Sure, that Madara had lost every single person who was precious to him, but that doesn't mean that others have lost any less. Hashirama himself lost his whole family to the War, except his younger brother. But he didn't drown in his own sadness and pain, instead, Hashirama forced it down, and made bonds with others, reached out to them, for the sake of his dream –thinking that one day, he can create a place where no one will have to lose more of their precious people. Why couldn't Madara reach out to others and form new bonds, instead of weeping over his old, broken ones?
Even Mito herself hadn't had lived a life of sunshine and daisies. She had suffered her fair share of pain and sadness. Being the Heiress of a noble family like that of Uzumaki is no joke. Her parents had been murdered at a young age, and after that she had raised her younger brother herself at a tender age of six, as well as became the next leader of Uzushio. She was the twelfth Uzukage, and led her clan and Village through the War, trying her best to keep her family alive. In Uzushio, everyone was a family –whether it be a civilian, a Ninja, or a noble. They were one big family. But when Hashirama came to her with the proposal of uniting the two clans by their marriage, she had been impressed by his determination and compassion and hence couldn't say no. She had to step down as the Uzukage so that she could marry Hashirama and become the new Matriach of Senju Clan.
The war also took her firstborn son from her, as well as her two younger sons, only leaving her second daughter alive –but not unscathed. Then she lost her son-in-law, while her daughter had been pregnant with Tsunade. And when Hashirama had somehow managed to create the village he had always dreamed about, Madara just had to go crazy and tried to destroy Konoha. One by one, her loved ones died, leaving her all alone with her grandkids.
Sometimes, she wondered if Tobirama had been right all along? Her brother-in-law had a theory about Uchihas, he used to say that when the Uchihas love someone, they love them with all their heart. And when their beloved is harmed in any way, then that love and compassion turns to hate, and in the end, they spiral down to a path of madness and destruction. He used to call it the Curse of Hatred.
Hashirama had never believed in such a thing, but Mito had had her doubts. And when Madara went crazy and attacked Konoha in his mad frenzy, her doubt had cemented. Yes, the Uchihas were a cursed can. Their eyes evolve much further because of a tragedy. But are they to be blamed for this curse? Loving someone so deeply shouldn't be regarded as a curse. The Uchihas shouldn't be blamed for it. Instead of being wary of them and casting them out, people should strive to create more bonds with them, so if any uchiha spirals down the path of hatred and madness, there will be others to stop him and guide towards the right path. That is what Hashirama had believed. And that too is what Mito herself believes in.
Because that is what being an Uzumaki means. They strive forward for what they believe in. They care about everyone, and share their love with others. They never back down from any challenges. As long as the Uzumakis stay united, nothing short of a natural catastrophe can bring them down.
That is why it was a shock for her to know after being reborn a few decades after her death, that Uzushio has been wiped off the face of Elemental nations, and the only Uzumaki alive –who is not even a red head- is in Konoha, and is being ostracized for being the jinchuriki of the nine tailed fox.
Oh wait, you don't understand. Let me explain it to you dear readers, from the very moment Mito Senju formerly Uzumaki –or is it the other way round? Meh, details- woke up in a baby's body in Tsunade's arms….
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'I can't see…..' She mused as she tried to look around but her vision was distorted and showing blurry images. 'Why can't I see?'
And she can't even move her limbs either. Joy. NOT!
What was worse though, is that some idiot thought it'd be a great idea to manhandle her, and they decided to pass her around as if she is some fragile creature, and she spouted off curses that would make Hashirama gawk at her if he was alive, however to her surprise the only thing that came out of her throat were high pitched wails. Finally she ended up in a pair of arms who emitted such familiar warmth that she couldn'nt help but quieten down, and peek at them, even though she knew she can't exactly see them thanks to her shitty vision. However, she being the stubborn woman she is, concentrated all her attention to somehow be able to see the person holding her in their arms –and that's saying something since Uzumaki's generally have very short attention span. And to her surprise, her vision cleared, and she could somewhat clearly see the figure holding her, and boy was she shocked.
Blonde hair… light brown eyes… purple diamond on forehead….
No way!
Tsuna-chan?
It's her own granddaughter! But how-? When? Why? For Kami's sake, what the hell is going on?
"Shizune, meet Mito." Tsunade said softly at peered at her lovingly. "Mito Senju."
Mito couldn't wrap her head around the situation she had found herself in. Her vision wasn't the best, her voice box wasn't working properly, and her limbs have decided to not listen to her commands. Not only that, but somehow, she has turned small enough to be able to fit nicely in Tsunade's arms –who by the way, looks like she hasn't even aged a day since Mito last saw her, must be because of the Yin seal on her forehead. Taking in these facts, there are two conclusions that can be drawn on the basis of these facts-
One, some idiot has somehow experimented on her with some half-assed seal, which shrunk her to the size of a watermelon (considering the fact that Uzumakis are Fuinjutsu nerds and such accidents have actually happened in the past on daily basis, she won't be too sure to cut this theory off yet.)
Two, she had been reincarnated in a different body as a different person. Well, since she clearly remembered dying, that idea isn't as farfetched as she would have believed it to be. Besides, she herself has tinkered a little bit with death and space-time ninjutsus –poking her nose into Tobirama's business had been one of her favorite pastimes.
She desperately wanted to believe the first option, she really did, because mistakes in Fuinjutsu can be undone after much trials and error, but she had a feeling it was not so. Of course, her fears were confirmed a second later when the other woman –Shizune- said,
"Tsunade-sama, your daughter is adorable."
Yup, definitely reincarnation.
'Damn you, Uzumaki luck.'
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The first few months of her new life were haunting for Mito. Seeing the woman who had been your granddaughter in your previous life breast feeding you was mentally scarring. She wished Tobirama had discovered some brain bleach, if he had, she would definitely have used it the very moment she could walk around on her own. Not only that, but having someone clean you, change your diapers, wash your clothes, lull you to sleep, was something she was clearly not comfortable with. Uzumaki woman are generally independent and outgoing, so it was a bit jarring to know that someone had to constantly tend to her every single day. It was a nightmare.
Thankfully, she won't have to go through with that again. As time passed, she learned how to roll, crawl, and eventually walk. Her stubbornness to not let anyone else tend to her daily life needs only fueled her determination. In seven months' time, Mito was running around on fields on her two tiny chubby legs. Tsunade and Shizune –who Mito later came to know as Tsunade's apprentice- had been astounded at her fast growth rate. They had been proud of her, but Mito also noticed the worried look Tsunade sometimes shot at Mito. And Mito fully understood why Tsunade would be so worried about her.
The shinobi world isn't so kind for child geniuses. Her former husband had tried to create a haven where children would not have to fight, but it was all wishful thinking. He might have provided the children a home to return to, but even he cannot stop the fighting. Where there is peace, there is conflict. The two of them are two sides of the same coin. One simply cannot exist without another.
But at least the times aren't as bad as they had been during the Warring States Era, when a person couldn't even walk through the streets without fearing of getting killed. At least now they get to live in Hidden Villages, where they have an illusion of safety –because nowhere is safe in today's world. The world is full of lies and deceits.
"Mi-chan! Look what I've made for you!" Tsunade said cheerily as she made her way towards Mito, who was curled up in the sun, enjoying the warm weather. The seven months old child sat up and tilted her head and watched as her mother –who had been her granddaughter in her previous life- walked towards her, holding some deformed creature in her hands.
Mito quirked a red eyebrow as Tsunade sat before her excitedly and thrust the creature in her hands. It was soft and squishy –the fabric it had been made from is obviously expensive, and she pursued her lips and stared at the creature –the body of the creature had been made from soft and silky white fabric, with blue strips on it's back. It had two tentacles like things popping over it's head –or what she assumed was it's head, and there were a black bead each attached on each tentacle like structure, which must be the eyes of this creature. The creature's mouth was in the form of a pointed depression near those tentacles like eyes. Mito resisted the urge to face palm. Tsunade's knitting skills are truly horrible even to this day.
The red haired child shot a questioning look to her mother, who beamed at her.
"Isn't it cute?" Tsunade exclaimed. "I made this slug especially for you, Mi-chan!"
Mito's eyes almost popped out of her skull. This weird looking creature is supposed to be a slug? She thought it was some deformed snake with two heads or something.
"Do you like it?" Tsunade asked excitedly, and a bit apprehensively, as if worried of the child's reaction. Mito sighed and peered down at the deformed slug plushie in her hands. She stared at it, wondering if any part of this creature resembles a slug. But nope… nothing. How can Tsunade even think of it as a slug, she has no idea.
She wanted to tell sundae just that, about how horrible the plushie she had knitted is, but one look in the older woman's honey coloured eyes, and she melted. Tsunade must've spent a lot of time knitting this plushie with love for her daughter. How many nights has Tsunade spent creating this plushie for her daughter? How much had the woman been anticipating her daughter's reaction for a plushie hand made by her? Mito has no right to scorn her love and hard work.
So, instead of throwing the plushie away and stomping on it like she had initially planned to, she just smiled broadly at the older woman, and hugged her gratefully. Even if she did not like the plushie at all, the sound of Tsunade's joyous laughter is worth enduring the eye-sore soft toy.
Who knows? Maybe she'll come to love the plushie in it's own way.
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Tsunade's hand glowed green as she placed it over Mito's throat, while the red haired girl slept peacefully at night. Tsunade pulled her hand away and bit her lip. "I don't understand." Tsunade said, frustration laced in her voice. "We thought she was mute, that something is wrong with her voice box and that's the reason why she doesn't talk at all. But her larynx is perfectly fine and developing expectantly. She should be talking like any normal child by now. Then why doesn't she talk at all?"
Shizune bit her lip and cast a worried glance at the sleeping child. "Maybe she doesn't want to talk at all?"
"But why?!" Tsunade clenched her hands in frustration. "Why wouldn't she want to talk?"
Shizune sighed sadly. "I don't know, Tsunade-sama."
Tsunade glanced at her sleeping child, her daughter who hasn't spoken even once ever since she was born. Sure, she wailed and whimpered like any other baby. She would giggle, or chuckle and even laugh. But she never spoke. No babbles, no rants, no words. She just makes some sounds from the back of her throat, that's it. Tsunade doesn't understand why Mito would not speak.
What Tsunade doesn't know is that the reason Mito doesn't talk is because she fears disappointing Tsunade. Tsunade expects Mito to call her 'Kaa-san' but Mito can't do that. In her heart, Tsunade would always be her granddaughter whom she had cared for all those years ago, and loved like her own daughter. She may have given birth to her reincarnated soul, but Mito won't be able to call Tsunade her mother, at least not yet. It will take some time for her to think of Tsunade as her mother, and not her stubborn and bull headed granddaughter. She feared that the day she opened her mouth, she will slip up and call her "Tsuna-chan" like she used to in her previous life, and that would be a dead giveaway. Mito had always been a blabbermouth anyways. It isn't that much of a farfetched thought that she might mess up once she starts talking. So, the longer she stays silent, the better. Besides, it hasn't even been a whole year since she had been reborn, she doesn't want her secret to be revealed so soon. If it was up to her, she would never let anyone know about her being a reincarnated soul who remembers their previous life. Kami knows how much trouble she will get into if word got out about it.
Tsunade sighed and muttered sadly, "What wouldn't I give to hear her call me Kaa-san at least once."
'Me too, Tsuna-chan. Me too.'
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Tsunade chuckled in amusement as Mito stared at her glowing green hands in awe. Mito clasped her small hands into Tsunade's larger one, and glanced up questioningly at Tsunade when the glowing didn't stop. The blonde woman chuckled and said, "It isn't some magic trick Mi-chan. This is Medical Ninjutsu, a jutsu that helps in treating wounds and injuries." At the child's clueless look, she giggled and said in simplistic terms. "It makes boo-boos go away, Mi-chan."
As understanding dawned on her, Mito pointed at Tsunade's hands, and then at her own and stared up questioningly at the older Senju woman.
Tsunade gave her daughter a quizzical look. "What? You want to learn medical ninjutsu?"
The red haired toddler bobbed her head enthusiastically.
Tsunade ruffled her hair and said "Mi-chan, you're too young to use any jutsu. Once you are older, I promise I will teach you medical Ninjutsu."
Mito pouted cutely, and huffed in irritation. Damn, being a baby is so hard. Acting clueless all the time, and stare in wonder at the silliest of things… Ugh….. she hates being a baby!
Tsunade scooped Mito in her arms and cooed, "Let's go Mi-chan! I'll prepare your baby formula for you!"
Mito paled. Letting Tsunade to make her baby formula is a bad idea. The thing is, Tsunade can't cook. Period. Hell, just the other day, the woman burned tea. Tea! And then this one time she messed up her baby formula, and the explosion that followed rocked the entire town! Is it any wonder Mito is afraid of her cooking?
Where is Shizune when you need her?
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Mito doodled on a blank piece of parchment with the concentration of a Fuinjutsu Master drawing a very complicated seal. She didn't notice when Tsunade appeared behind her –damn ninjas- and scooped her in her lap.
"What are you drawing, Mi-chan?" Tsunade asked softly as she peered at Mito's drawing. All she could see were three blobs of yellow, black and red.
Mito might be a reincarnated Fuinjutsu Master, but that doesn't mean she has to be good in painting.
Mito pointed at the yellow blob, and then at Tsunade.
"Oh…" Tsunade's eyes softened as she now gazed at the drawing with a loving gaze. "It's me." She then pointed at the black blob and said, "And this is Shizune?" Mito nodded. "And this is you right?" Tsunade asked as she tapped the drawing of red blob on the paper. Mito once again nodded and smiled shyly.
Tsunade kissed her daughter's nose and giggled. "Aw my Mi-chan's just the cutest! You drew us!" She hugged the child and whispered, "I'm so proud of you, Mi-chan!"
Mito's honey brown eyes brightened and she grinned so brightly that it melted Tsunade's heart as if it were wax.
Mi-chan is just the cutest, no doubt about it.
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Shizune sweat dropped when she saw the Senju mother and daughter duo giving her flat looks. For all the differences the two of them shared –what with their hair colors, personality and interests- the two were quite alike in terms of their no nonsense attitude.
Shizune poked her fingers nervously and glanced up –and nope, they're still looking at her. Dammit, what is a girl to do to get some nice comments here?
"Shizune," Tsunade said flatly. "I sent you to buy a pet with which Mi-chan can play. Why did you bring that-" Tsunade's nose scrunched up in distaste. "-that thing?"
"Tsunade-sama!" Shizune exclaimed, appalled. "Don't speak about Tonton like that!"
"You named that stupid pig Tonton?" Tsunade said in disbelief.
Shizune blushed. "Why not? I thought it was a cute name!" she said defensively.
"Your lack of imagination appalls me." Tsunade said dryly.
Mito giggled. Shizune blushed a deep red in embarrassment.
Tsunade scratched her cheek and sighed. "Why don't you take him back to wherever you bought him from?"
Shizune shook her head. "But I don't want to!" She stared pleadingly at Tsunade. "Can't we keep him Tsunade-sama? Please?!"
Tsunade stared at her unimpressed. Shizune darted her eyes around, as if looking for something that's made Tsunade have a second thought about her decision. Her eyes then fell on nine months old Mito, and she beamed.
"Even Mito-hime likes him, right Mito-hime?" Shizune cooed at the red haired toddler, who stared at her, unimpressed.
Like mother, like daughter.
Shizune placed Tonton before Mito and said "Now, now, don't be shy Mito-hime, he doesn't bite you know."
Mito rolled her eyes, though her honey brown eyes did glance at the small, pink skinned baby pig in curiosity.
Tsunade sighed exasperatedly. "Shizune, quit this idiocy at once. We aren't keeping that pig and that's final."
"But Tsunade-sama-!"
Oink!
Shizune and Tsunade stared at the baby pig who just grunted, and little Mito who sat giggling next to him. The little girl poked the pig again, and he once again-
Oink!
-grunted, and Mito let out another string of giggles.
"Well, what do you know?" Shizune mused. "Mito-hime does like Tonton."
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Ever since Mito was reborn, she had always wondered why Tsunade herself is not in the Leaf Village, and instead is roaming around the Elemental Nations like some missing nin. Tsunade should in the Senju Compound in the Leaf Village, with her husband –whoever he is-and Nawaki, her younger brother. Why was she always wandering around and not staying at one place? And even if she is, how come her husband and Nawaki are even letting her do this? If Mito had still been alive –in her old body as Tsunade's Grandmother- she'd have dragged Tsunade back to Konoha by her ear and scolded her till it got into her thick brain why wandering around the elemental nations like a drunken nomad is a bad idea.
Sadly, Mito isn't her former self anymore, and hence she can't do anything about it.
"Mito-hime? What are you thinking about so deeply?" Shizune cooed at the eleven months old baby, who had been playing with a slug plushie a while ago –a gift from Tsunade, while Tonton playfully hit her leg every once in a while, as if pouting at her for paying more attention to the slug plushie than to him.
Eleven Months old Mito stared up at her older sister like figure and shook her head. The raven haired woman just ruffled her red hair and said teasingly, "Don't think too hard or you'll get yourself a headache."
Mito pouted at her, making her laugh.
"You are just so cute, Mito-hime." Shizune cooed as she squished Mito's cheeks together, making the girl give her a dirty look for her actions.
At that very moment, the door was slammed open, startling the two of them. Both of them turned and watched as Tsunade rushed in, grabbed a suitcase from the closet and started packing in.
"Tsunade-sama….?" Shizune asked unsurely.
Tsunade didn't even spare her a glance in midst of her frantic packing, and ordered. "Shizune, we're moving. Pack everything, now."
(Mito stared at Tonton as he grabbed her slug plushie's tail in his mouth. She tried to pry him out of his mouth, but to no avail. Damn rodent!)
"But why?" Shizune asked as she stood up and made her way towards the older woman. Tsunade didn't answer. Instead, she just kept packing. Shizune sighed wearily and said, "Let me guess, debt collectors? You took money from some local gangsters didn't you?"
(Tonton finally managed to snatch the slug plushie away from Mito and ran out of the room, dragging the plushie with him. Mito glanced back at Tsunade and Shizune and seeing that they're too busy to notice the stupid pig's actions, she pouted and crawled towards the pig, determined to get that plushie back.
That plushie might be a disgrace of a soft toy, but it was made lovingly by Tsunade, and she will always cherish it. That damn rodent has no right taking what's hers.)
Tsunade didn't say much. Shizune narrowed her eyes and said, "Tsunade-sama, we can't be on the run forever."
Tsunade ignored the younger girl as she grabbed a small backpack and dumped in Mito's diapers, milk bottle, rattles and a spare change of clothes.
"Tsunade-sama!" Shizune exclaimed. "Think about Mito! She shouldn't have to grow up in an unstable household!"
Tsunade halted in her packing and then whispered, "But I'm doing this for her. I don't want any harm to come to her." She took a deep breath and resumed packing. "We need to move out. Now." The order was clear in her tone.
Shiune pursued her lips in distaste, but didn't protest. "Hai, Tsunade-sama."
Tsunade looked around the room and nodded when everything was packed. Good. She eyed them once again, and did a double take.
"Shizune, where's Mi-chan?" Tsunade asked in a clipped tone, trying her best to not start panicking.
"What?" Shizune exclaimed. "I wear she was just here a moment ago!"
The two women started looking around the room –under the bed, behind the couches, under the table, and even in the toilet seat (why would Tsunade even search there, Shizune had no idea.) But they couldn't find the girl anywhere.
"Where is she?!" Tsunade asked hysterically.
At that very moment Tonton entered the room, grunting in panic. The two women snapped their head towards the pig as it ran towards them, clutching the slug plushie in his mouth that was clearly torn in half, and there were some splatters of blood on it.
At the sight of blood, Tsunade's hands trembled, and she started shivering. Terrifying images of dying people, bloodies bodies, and her hands covered with gore and blood flashed through her mind. In her panic she didn't notice the small piece of paper tucked into Tonton's beaded necklace that he wears as his leash. But Shizune did.
Torn between caring for her Haemophobic Master and looking for the girl she has come to love as her own sister, Shizune quickly decided to pay attention to finding Mito for now. Her eyes narrowed at the piece of paper tucked in Tonton's bead necklace, wondering if it holds any clue. She paled when she read its contents.
"Tsunade-sama!" Shizune exclaimed as she turned to Tsunade with wide eyes. "The-" she swallowed thickly, and then continued on, "the debt collectors, they took Mito. They said if we want her back, we will have to give them the amount whatever we owe then," she hesitated, "or else…."
"Mito…" Tsunade mumbled as tears welled up in her eyes. Damn it….. she is such an irresponsible mother! She should've taken better care of Mito.
And now… her poor baby girl has been kidnapped by some psycho who might hurt her precious daughter….
Normally this might not be a problem, since being one of the Sannin Tsunade can take on thousands of such thugs and beat them with a flick of her middle finger, but this time, those bastards have her Mito… and if they harm her in any way, Tsunade would be devastated.
Her poor baby girl… she must be so afraid….. and alone….
And she can't even call for help since she can't even speak!
She should've taken better care of her daughter. Kept her closer to her…. Kept an eye on her 24/7… but she didn't…
And look what happened. Her daughter is kidnapped. And she might be hurt too….
"I'm so sorry, Mito….." Tsunade choked out a sob. "I'm such a bad mother…" She then wiped her tears, and tried her best to not look at the blood stains on the plushie she herself had knitted for her daughter. Her trembling soon stopped as she forcefully thought of Mito, and tried to ignore the images of the blood stains that she was sure would throw her once again into panic. Tsunade clenched her fists and smashed it into a nearby wall, crumbling it to dust.
"I will bring you back, no matter what the cost it."