author's note: back at it again, last second authors note here to say that that my inspiration for this fic is the fact that there are so few uzushiogakure focused fics, with the few noteable fics not withstanding, and as ivr gotten further into the writing procces of this i feel the need to commit to the destruction of uzu, thoughts?

blah blah disclaimer i dont own naruto blah blah


Ritos pov


My mother had always been a bit of a classical anime otaku. Some of my earliest memories were of us watching through various anime. However, she always rotated back to Naruto saying that the yearly rewatch was mandatory for it to be properly appreciated, filler sadly included.

Now imagine finding yourself in what is probably a room full of that main character's soon to be deceased clan. Given that only a handful of the infamous redheaded troublemakers were still alive in the main timeline of Naruto only serving to fuel the building panic attack inside me.

It was then that I felt a strange sensation wash over me, it felt as if all my worries had slipped away. The best way I could describe it was as if I was being hugged by some Spector of sorts. As I tried to focus on this newfound sensation I felt my mother shift as to cradle me in her arms. Is this her chakra? This intense feeling of safety and comfort?

To think that as I sit here enveloped in entirely alien experience, that I fell into a state of zen, subconsciously circulating my chakra, that new sensations began to bleed through. Those of joy, of love, accompanied by some hits of exhaustion and annoyance were felt in abundance. As if lulled to sleep by a gentle melody, I allowed the exhaustion, both mentally and physically, to take me.


Karina's pov


Seeing little Rito finally calm and sleeping was pure bliss, I'm not sure where such an intense fear had sprouted from but it was far from uncommon, especially with a large portion of the clan being born with a strong chakra sense. Thankfully many of the delivery rooms were laced with dampening seals since if a child fully manifested their minds eye on birth, which while rare is not unheard of, could cause a multiple of issues ranging from simple sensory overload to a full on seizure if a strong enough source of chakra was nearby.

"Is everything alright dear" miro spoke "I felt your chakra spike there for a moment"

"Twas nothing the great Karina couldn't handle" Karina weakly boasted "he was a bit scared is all, just needed to show him I meant no harm"

"Ha! Of course dear, just be careful not to push yourself too far" Miro stated in an up beat manner, while pulling Karina closer

"Oh I almost forgot, when I was flaring my chakra I felt his start to respond to my own"

Karina spoke with a growing smile

"Do you think he inherited any of the boons?"

"Possibly, didn't auntie Uzura say that the faster they respond to your chakras touch mean they were likely to have at least a minor form of the mind eye?'

Quickly looking away "if she did say that I was probably distracted, the other women at that parenting class kept glaring at me" Miro spoke

"You were nearly an hour late" Karina said with narrowed eyes "be thankful I don't have the energy to punish you for being late again"

"Now go find a nurse so they can watch Rito, id very much like to get some rest"

With that said Miro left the room, leaving Karina to watch over her bundle of joy, almost daydreaming about how he'd grow up, hoping that hed only Inherit the best of both parents.


1 year later


The first few months were undoubtedly difficult, being trapped in a body that could only shit, sleep and eat was far from enjoyable. The first time I shit myself was horrifying, from the actual act to the way Karina, whose name I had picked up quickly, baby talked me through it.

On the bright side, after about 4 months I had started to pick up the language. I'm guessing it was a mixture of having literally nothing to do outside of listening in on my folks and the accelerated learning capacity that came with an infant brain, but Im far from an expert so maybe, maybe not be the case.

I've tried to tap into my chakra a few times yet sadly it refused to heed my call. I could feel it, flowing from my gut throughout my body. If I were to really focus the most that'd would happen was a fainting buzzing in the back of my head, although doing so tired me out.

Although if you were to ask my mom she'd said that I undoubtedly inherited the minds eye boon, which if I'm right sounds very similar to what Karin had. Maybe that was what that buzzing sensation was, when I asked mom about it she said that I had to wait till I was 4 to start training it.

Uzumaki traditions were quite strange to be honest, when I was 6 months my parents had brought me down to the islands coastline, telling me about the artificial whirlpools that Ashina, the uzukage, had made himself by swimming to the bottom of various parts of the ocean to place the seals required. If not for the fact that I already knew just how crazy the power scaling got in late game Shippuden I would have never believed them. For the uzumaki clan every child was pretty much required to be shown the origin of the villages namesake. When I asked why dad had told me it was so that every child of uzu could see the heights of what fuinjustu could accomplish.

Less than two months after that I was brought to a temple, the first thing I saw was a large stone path leading up to an absolutely massive door with various oni masks hanging from wire flanking both sides of the pathway. As my father climbed the stairs the door slowly started to swing open, as if responding to our arrival, an elderly women with a cane stepped out from the shadows, her red hair stained with blotches of silver and faded in other parts, her face lined with wrinkles and scars, a notable one stretch across both eyes.

She proceeded to ask my father questions ranging from the exact time of my birth to something as basic as my name. With that said, she proceeded to sink back into the shadows only to reappear moments later with a small mask in hand. Faster than I would have liked she had slapped in on my face, where it seemed to sit in place without so much as a strap. The priestess started to chant some kind of prayer and after a sec I felt the mask started to heat up, with the heat rising till it was nearly too much to bare. Nearly as quickly as it had built up the mask just fell away, landing smoothly into the priestess hands. To my growing confusion she quickly told my father to leave, which he immediately acted on.

I remember asking about the strange events on the way home that night, being told that it'd make sense once I started the academy. Cheeky bugger refused to give me more details, saying something about how his father had done the same and so on.

Speaking of my parents, my father was a tall man with short spiky red hair and walked with so much confidence that it could come off as intimidating. Ironically, he was quite the passive man, choosing to focus his studies on barrier type seals due to his less than stellar taijutsu and distaste of direct combat.

I honestly can't tell if my dad is late on purpose like Kakashi in the main story because unlike said scarecrow he seems to have a valid reason every. Single. Time. One time I had asked to read me a story before bed, what I was learning the language don't judge me. When he left to go grab the book he didn't come back for what felt like ages, to the point that I was damn near asleep just for my door to bust open with the sight of my father soaked head to toe, apparently he wanted a glass of water before returning with the book and the second he twisted the handle the pipe had burst. While in the process of trying to slap it with a rudimentary barrier seal to stop the water he had managed to slip, it's ridiculous I tell you.

My mom was nearly the polar opposite of my dad, a walking powder keg of a kenjustu specialist with red locks tied into 5 loops on each side of her head defying gravity, anime bullshit I say. She had managed to reach jonin rank at age 14 with her seamless implementation of fuinjutsu with her blade, sitting down in the back porch and watching her go through various katas was breathtaking. Her blade moved at a speed that my eyes couldn't hope to see but even I could see that as she swung her sword she'd draw kangi on the very air itself with the tip of her blade. Her preferred seals causing some sort of debuffs, the poor seal reinforced training dummy would at times catch fire and other times seem to crumble under its own weight. Sadly despite how much I wanted to learn how all I was ever told was no, which in retrospect is reasonable given that I was barely capable of staying on my feet.

As I sat on the floor with my face buried in a book about the different clans of the elemental nations, specifically the page about Konoha's clans given to children so that they could learn of uzushio, that I heard a loud knock at the door. Turning to see, my father had gotten up to answer the door only for it to be what I could only assume to be this village's equivalent of anbu except with a distinctive oni theme.

"Here for Karina I'm assuming?" My father asked "she's out getting groceries at the dockyard"

"It's fine" the Oni responded " I'm just here to inform her that she's been assigned a gennin team, she is to appear two days from now before Lord Ashina for debriefing."

A tense silence seemed to cut through the room, both of us having been on the receiving end of Mom's rage makes such a statement quite hard to swallow.

"U-understood" my father squeezed out before bowing slightly and closing the door

As we shared a knowing look knowing the hell that is soon to be unleashed I spoke "not it."

"no- noooo!" my father rang out as he fell to his knees.


3rd person pov


Walking home from the market, Karin began to think about how the day had been great. Early in the day She had managed to finally perfect her lightning rod seal slash, which once applied would cause all lighting ninjutsu users lacking in control to have to be very careful of throwing around justu lest they just rush towards whoever it's applied on.

She had also managed her way to the front of a line leading to Izumi's ramen stand, through a liberal use of violence. Izumi being the best ramen cook on an island full of uzumakis that seemingly had the broth running in their veins was kept very busy throughout the day, to the point that the only way to keep up with it was through a collaboration effort with the Uzumaki.

As Izumi was actually native to Yu No Kuni, or the land of hot water, which was an allied nation that was only two days out by boat. Izumi being one of the few foreigners allowed within the gates of the village proper, as any ramen cook worth their salt should be, meant that while they themselves couldn't learn sealing they were allowed have uzumaki join her workforce.

The end product being a to-go bowl the size of one you'd use to feed a dog or cat, had similar mechanics as a storage scroll, as it actually had the same amount of the large, relative to uzumaki standards, size bowl one would get if they sit in the restaurant.

Now the most interesting feature would be that once your finished with it as long as you close the lid and place it down after 15 minutes it would just appear to blip out of existence, those knowledgeable knowing it was a simple task to quickly transfer inanimate objects over the relatively small distance of the village.

As Karina finished her bowl, having been eating it while walking home as to avoid Rito trying to steal her ramen again, and slipping it in a carpartment on her kunai pouch she opened her house to find a erie silence

Spreading her chakra out she immediately sensed her family a room over, slipping the kunai she had subconsciously pulled out back her pouch, they seemed to be at a standoff of sorts. Determined to see what the fuss was about she pulled open the door to their living room after slipping her shoes off

"Now what is going on here" Karina stated as the temperature seemed to drop in the room

"Mom you're gonna be a Jonin Sensei, dad said so" Rito spoke, Miro falling to his knees due to his sons obvious betray, only feeling slightly proud how intelligent he was despite his age, as Miro could see the little bastard crawling away like nothing was wrong at all.

Miro's cry of betrayal were drowned out by Karina's tendency to break things first calm down later, with Miro followed closely behing trying to at least aim the destruction towards the training grounds outside

Little did Rito realize just how important his mother's genin team were to the fate of uzushio he might have been more capable when fates hand finnaly falls.