I changed the name, makes more sense now... To me at least, anyways here's another chapter.

"There is no alliance. From here on you will obey Konoha! And never, ever say that shinobi's name around me!"

Madara Uchiha

What could they possibly want? Syrus took a breath to calm himself as he entered the room filled with several older men and one woman the air was thick and dense with chakra. All of them were old their skin wrinkly, but their eyes ever piercing and intelligent speaking volumes of what they endured in their long life times. The normal age to live in this era was thirty, if you were perfectly healthy and skilled enough to survive the hundreds of battles that went on during the daily basis one would live to see that age, but it wasn't likely since at the mere age of five one was already trained and considered an adult. His clan has a slightly longer life expectancy it wasn't by much just ten or so extra years making the senior age forty, which was astronomical.

He really had more important things to do then debating with the council. He respected his father and every choice he made, but was there really a need for a council? The only thing that ever got done was nothing they'd spend the better part arguing and the other half waiting for him to say something that would no doubt launch another argument. "You've called this meeting Jime-san." Syrus began with a level tone as he flicked his eyes towards the gray haired and sharp eyed man, he knew of his past exploits. Jime was one of the strongest in his time, which was an entire generation before his father, so plainly said this man was old.

"Take a seat. Syrus-san." Jime said in a low and controlled tone, there was no anger or malice just assurance. Syrus took a seat at the head of the room with Haji taking a seat next to him with a stoic expression on his face. He was better at dealing with all of the talking and nuances of meetings like this, he wasn't as brash as he was nor did he have the same short fuse when it came to his anger.

"You're planning to relocate." Jime asked in the same tone, his eyebrows knitting together as his mouth drew a thin line.

"Correct." Syrus replied without any hesitation.

"Brother..." Haji said with a soft sigh. He could understand his brother's frustration on the matter and why he didn't tell them. There'd be a big argument on leaving the place they've lived for centuries, the place they integrated as a home, it was a lot to take in and deal with. He didn't find anything wrong with it since it would allow them to be closer to the Senju clan, which was a smart placement.

"And you decided to do such a thing without seeking us out first?" Jime raised his voice a few octaves locking eyes with Syrus, neither of them backing down from the other.

"I didn't want to trouble you-"

"Syrus-san..." The woman who went by the name of Aya apoke up. Her voice calm and rigid, her hair fading to a light gray as opposed to the dark gray the rest of the men sported around her. "That's enough, either way you made this decision without seeking out your council." Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at him with her piercing dark eyes, any warmth and emotion devoid behind those orbs. She was traditional down to the T, she wasn't going to move their entire clan from their home just so they were closer to the Senju, she wouldn't have it! "Haji-san, pray tell did you know about this?" Her voice thick with apprehension at the mere thought he'd go along with such a ludicrous idea.

"I was informed, yes." Haji admitted with a solemn tone.

"I refuse the notion." Jime interjected harshly as he smashed his fist on the table cracking the wood and causing Aya and the others to sigh. "The Subatsu will stay where it is."

Gritting his teeth Syrus barely concealed his frustration towards his elders, he was always respectful, but he could only tolerate so much. He could only tolerate so much of their rigid views and ways. "If the Domou and Uchiha launch a joint attack we'll be at a disadvantage." He said gruffly as he folded his arms over his muscular chest breathing out a sigh as he seen Jime, Aya, and another elder open their mouths ready to retort.

"Moving is out of the question." Jime stated with a harsh glare.

"I am in agreement." Aya said with a nod of her head, her thin bangs falling over her eyes. "You didn't speak to us first on this matter, you know that it is mandatory that we delegate, you doing this behind our backs is inexcuseable."

"I knew you'd-" Syrus began but was swiftly cut off by the third elder.

"True as you say we will be at a disadvantage if the Domou and Uchiha were to launch a joint attack." The third elder stated with a calm and concise air. He went by the name of Kata and was one of the men who helped his father in the Hyuga attack; where they laid in wait for the reknowned clan to pass through and then ambushed them like they were famous for, wolves they were always called and cannibals, vicious and bloodthirsty. Kata lived through that and several others battles with the most feared clans, so when he spoke everyone listened even Syrus found himself reigning in his anger and listening intently. "However the chances of that happening are slim to none." He leveled a look with Syrus silencing the younger man and continuing. "I don't doubt that it can happen but I doubt that it will happen. The leaders of the respective clans Hashirama and Madara always will meet each other."

"Basically we stay here. And, if what you say is correct whenever Hashirama moves so will Madara so we just keep tabs on our own movements involving the Senju." Haji concluded in a calm tone his deep voice almost vibrating through the room, he glanced at Syrus who looked ready to punch this table to splinters but was holding himself together well as he expected, he turned his focus on Jime, Aya, and Kata the first two looking angered especially Jime but Kata remained void of any emotion and nodded his head in response. He could understand Syrus's plan to relocate, but it was a failing battle before it even began, and Kata brought up good points.

"Uchiha and Senju have always clashed. You follow one you're bound to meet the other." Kata replied.

"All in favor of Kata." Jime stated with a firm tone as he raised his hand, Aya nodded raising her own hand, Kata giving the suggestion originally naturally raised his hand, the several other elders who murmured but didn't really add anything to the argument raised their hands and nodded their heads for extra assurance, and lastly Haji gave a small nod of his head. Moving the compound would be smart, but Kata's strategy was six steps above the simple relocation. "Excellent this meeting is finished." He stated without any hesitation or doubt and took his leave of the room followed by Aya and Kata and then the others, the room was heavy with thudding footsteps, finally after a few minutes there was only silence. Syrus sat with his head declined eyes closed, and Haji stood with his back against the wall behind him.

"Damn it." Syrus muttered slamming a fist down on the table rattling the entire thing almost splintering it at the edges, only due to his control did the table not splinter to pieces and fragments. Maybe it wasn't a good plan trying to relocate clan, but he was doing what he thought was best for the clan, if the Domou did launch a joint attack he wasn't sure how they'd hold up. But those old grunts couldn't see that, they couldn't see passed their pride and own views, closed off to the changing world around them. "What am I supposed tell Hashirama-san? He was expecting us to be moving within just a few miles of their compound..." He sighed.

"Just tell him we're not relocating." Haji shrugged. "We have two clans to worry about and not to mention the possbility of a Bijuu... For now that's our main focus. A relocation was smart but not in good favor." He said almost in a soothing manner, not normally one to soothe himself yet alone anyone else, but he could see that Syrus really wanted to relocate for their benefit.

"You're right, Hashirama should understand." Syrus conceded rising from his seat with a small frown marring his features. "I hope you're ready to reign in a Bijuu."

"If such a thing is possible..." Haji said with a small frown. The thought of controlling those monsters was like thinking he could survive a sword to the heart. Not happening. The Bijuu were pure chakra, terrible and dark chakra and were the size of entire mountain ranges. If there was a way to reign it in they'd need to find it or their days were numbered.

Yuko took careful steps, fatigue and exhaustion finally catching up to her, she didn't pay anyone that passed by her and Ahiko any mind. She was too focused on keeping her steps measured so she didn't stagger or lose balance, the last thing she wanted was to be flat on her stomach with this weighted clothing she'd be stuck like a turtle. Inhaling slowly, she enjoyed the dewy air going down her nostrils cooling her flaring lungs, she wasn't expecting the training to be that hard. When Ahiko said she needed to monitor and gauge her chakra at all times when learning the suiton she didn't take that literally, after all she was trained to the brink of total and absolute collapse by her father. But this was completely different, while that was more physical training this was a complete mental and chakra training.

Ahiko slowed down her pace ever so slightly as she made her way to her sister's office, her chakra like a dense and heavy cloak around the entire premises. It was no wonder she was the leader, aside from being born to the leader of the clan then, she earned that rank. While many clans went by blood, and the oldest was the next in line the Domou weren't so traditional and the title of leader was disputed and fought over. Men and women entered, there was no bias or shunning, and it made for good entertainment if she had to say so herself. Ahiko gave a small smile and bow as several younger members bowed their heads in respect, she never understood the gesture but she wouldn't be rude.

She opened the door, allowing Yuko to enter first and she swiftly closed the door taking the lead again. Yuko silently thanked her as she took the lead, this place was a maze and labyrinth put into one and she'd get lost trying to navigate her way through this. For that matter the entire compound was shrouded in a thick and moist rain forest and that was also a maze. No wonder so little is known about them and only rumors exist. Nobody could navigate their way through this. Yuko said to herself, only a fool would try and attack this compound between the winding paths and towering trees it'd be a matter of time before they were killed in a flash of light.

"Mikito-nii." Ahiko called from the opposite of the door.

"Enter." A soft voice stated.

Yuko's eyes widened slightly when she seen two stacks of paperwork that the older woman was looking through and sorting, she couldn't imagine herself reading through half of a stack. Her eyes flicked over to Souji who stood behind her with a placid face, hands resting in his baggy sleeves as he looked at her with a sharp gaze and just as quickly his eyes flicked over to Ahiko. "Sit." He said, though it sounded like an order, he gestured to the mats before them, Yuko nodded carefully setting herself down crossing her legs, Ahiko following suit. It was going to be a pain standing back up, her body ached horribly and she could feel a small strain just behind her eyes along the nerves and tendons.

Mikito-san I need your assistance. She narrowed her eyes as she skimmed through the letter, her dark eyes locked onto the person that sent it. The grass damiyo. That's all that was in the letter, no details on the situation, not how much she would be paid to assist him, nothing but those words and she wasn't stupid enough to go off of that. He was a tyrannical man and found amusement in watching others suffer, and she'd be damned if her or any of her kinsmen were going to be part of his freak show. Putting it aside she turned her focus on Yuko, noticing the girl's usual neat red hair was slightly messy and she looked completely swamped. Good. "I see your training is going well." She said getting a nod from Ahiko and more hesitant nod from Yuko.

Training... Yuko thought ruefully, this was more like torture. She couldn't recall ever hearing of anyone or any clan wearing weighted clothing, aside from the plated armor which was to be expected. But this was out of the norm, shinobi wore light fitting clothing so they could use their speed and stealth to the fullest extent. She could feel the strain on her neck and shoulders and even her tailbone, her legs felt like lead, and her chakra had to be sapped to less than half easily after her hours long training in the pond. But, there had to be a reason behind this method of training, even if she wasn't sure herself there was a solid reason behind this. "Yeah, but it's still the first day." Yuko replied with a small shrug.

"Yes, but you did your best, no?" Mikito questioned.

"Of course." Yuko replied.

She has the spirit of an Uchiha... Souji thought as he looked over her, he could see the small shakes of her shoulders no doubt from the strain of the clothes. Good that means that it was working, normally this type of training would be started when they were five to six years old and it was a staple for every member in the clan old and young, they all went through the same grueling trials. He recalled when he first put on an outfit like her's, he couldn't walk ten steps without almost falling, and admittedly it sucked completely, but the results were marvelous. "I'm glad to hear you're not having any complications because you'll be wearing that same outfit every day for the next ten months." He stated in the same dry and blunt tone as if it wasn't a big deal, seeing the shocked expression coming over her features he continued. "As children we all wear an outfit like that or similar for the better of two to three years."

"Are you kidding?" Yuko asked with slight disbelief.

"Not at all." Mikito replied. "If you noticed on your way back, the children are all wearing something just like your outfit." Mikito raised an eyebrow curiosity dancing in her eyes. Seeing as Yuko remained silent she took that as a yes, at least she seen a couple of the kids running around and training. It could be so troubling at times having to reign them in, like all children they were hyper and having large chakra levels that hyper spell went up by about one hundred notches. Good think Domou women were keen on discipline.

"She should have the suiton versed in I say three months." Ahiko said tapping her chin a few times. "Maybe four, but that's not uncommon considering just how hard it is to control let alone master." Although she did hear the rumors of Tobirama and his astute usage of the suiton, rumored to be able to make water form where no water was located, but like all rumors it could be just that. For someone, even if it was Tobirama to be able to execute the suiton in such a manner defied all logic and physics, it was a norm that one had to be near a body of water before one even thought of using suiton whether it was a large scale jutsu or small scale one had to be near a body of water.

"That's acceptable." Mikito said after a long moment, her eyes studying the red haired kunoichi sitting before her. While it wasn't exactly favorable it was nothing to scoff at, that would mean it'd take at least another four or five months to master the futon and by that time she wouldn't need to wear the weighted training clothes, however mastering the hyoton would be a completely different task, but that would be taken care of when the time came. For now she had to keep an eye on the training and progress Yuko made. "And is that your final decision?" She didn't doubt Ahiko's observations, but Uchiha were one of the few clans known to grasp jutsus much, much easier than the others.

"Yes." Ahiko nodded with an easy smile.

Acceptable... Yuko thought her eyes dimming.

"She did really good for the first day, those months will be keen on refining her control." Ahiko yanked her from her train of thought, a keen jolliness in her tone as she spoke of the progress, as little as it was to her, that she made today. Yuko didn't think she did that great, she couldn't even form a single suiton jutsu and her chakra control while good, was still lacking if she wanted to utilize the suiton to its full extent. It was nothing like katon, which she was very versed in, where it was a matter of brute strength rather than complete control.

"And stay mindful, we may send you out on a mission if it calls for it." Souji said narrowing his eyes ever so slightly as he stared at her. "But, Ahiko will inform you of any news in that regard since you'll be living in her cottage with her for the duration of your stay here." It was a statement, but there was also a hint of a question in his tone, if she didn't want to live in the cottage Mikito could just let her stay here or give her a separate home where she wouldn't need to share her space.

"I am." Yuko replied, a smile tugging at the edge of her lips. There was something about the cottage she liked, it was old, but there was something homey and comfortable about it that put her at ease. And Ahiko was nice to talk to, she didn't give her scorns or bit out tones like the entire Uchiha clan did. "I'm staying in the cottage with Ahiko-san." Yuko stated to assure herself and the and standing before her. Ahiko was an absolute pleasure to be around and talk to, while Yuko wasn't keen on spilling her life story the curly haired woman was still friendly and supportive.

"Hmm." Mikito hummed a small smile on her face. "Alright, you've come to a choice. You can go now..." The two girls stood up, Yuko more carefully and slowly sighing to herself as she felt the weight pressing down on her body again and if possible it was worse than before. "And Yuko." The red haired girl turned around with a curious gaze in her crimson eyes. "Keep your Sharingan activated until you go to sleep."

"Right." And with that she left exiting the room before Ahiko as the older girl shut the door silently, the soft thud of their footsteps fading away into complete silence.

Souji turned his attention to the slip of paper his sister not so gently placed on the desk. "Who is it?" He asked the obvious question.

"The Grass damiyo." Mikito answered in a clipped tone.

"He'll never learn." Souji said with a dangerous glint in his eyes. Everyone knew of the tyrannical ruler who wasn't as bad as the Water damiyo, but was still a horrible man nonetheless. Nothing would ever be good if it involved that man, death and pain were the only two decisions whenever it came to dealing with him and his requests, but he paid a good sum of money. Their father despised the damiyo with a burning passion like the katon, the fact alone he viewed clans as nothing more than chess pieces so to speak infuriated their father. Only when they were in dire straights would they take on a mission for him, but their father wouldn't have it. "It's been longer than a decade since we dealt with him."

"I know..." Mikito creased her brows. "It's vague. Just says he needs our assistance."

"I don't trust it." Souji said his tone firm and uncompromising.

Mikito nodded her head slightly making a small hum of agreement as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. "All we can do now is continue to prepare, and wait." She concluded. "You... Don't think he sent for Madara as well?" She asked her voice lacing with a hint of concern and hesitancy, she didn't know him for years but she could see one thing; he was extremely proud and arrogant. He seemed to have a god complex, the way he looked at her for the simple fact she's a woman was all the proof she needed, and she was happy to prove him wrong in their spar.

"I don't doubt it." Souji replied staring out the window into the forest. "News of our alliance has spread. I guess it was a matter of time."

"So it seems."

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