Rito's pov

My father locked in his study and my mother was out on a mission, having needed the excuse to blow off steam, left me with nothing to do but let my mind ponder the predicament I had found myself in.

For starters I had been born shortly after the second ninja war, having heard my mother often boasting about her accomplishments.

To hear about the force of nature that was Hanzo in his prime was quite the shock, mom spoke of the miles of thick purple gas that would linger in the air, said to be released by the man with his every step. Of how how he was capable of taking out entire squads with a single wide swing of his sickle.

Only the combination of Tsunade keeping the gas at bay, Jiraiya's solid defense and the threat of orchimaru landing a solid blow at the slightest misstep was capable of keeping Hanzo at bay long enough for reinforcements led by the White Fang.

Of course Hanzo retreated before Kakashi's dad could have arrived, not before bestowing them their iconic Sannin status.

Thankfully having been barely a year old masked my panic, given that there was a ticking clock on the destruction of everything this island was.

The hanging blade over my neck that was uzushiogakure's destruction often consumed my thoughts. That fear was the main reason I had taken to the language so quickly, knowing that information could be the difference between life and death.

Sadly having a father that specializes in trapping and barriers makes for very easy childproofing, not even being capable of sliding the back door without express permission.

Apparently it was hard wired into uzumaki children to find themselves in stupid situations so my father had gone a bit overboard in the process.

Thankfully my father was quite the nerd, with shelves upon shelves of different scrolls, a portion locked away with seals imprinted upon them.

When I had asked him about them he told me that since he was constantly traveling during the war he came across many different stories and journals left by fallen Shinobi. He had spent much of his limited free time transcribing what he could, seeing the value in having multiple perspectives on life and various techniques.

Admittedly the way he spoke so casually of grave robbing really spoke of just how brutal the elemental nations were. To think that he is considered to be reserved in comparison to the average uzumaki, if my mother's taunts were to be trusted was also a shock.

Of the few of my clansmen that I had met, mostly being a few aunties that my mother would hangout with and my uncle Hiruko, I had noticed a trend that they were all quite bloodthirsty in most regards. Almost like the Kaguya clan with the only stark difference being that it was focused outward instead of devolving into a sudo civil war.

This could be seen in the spars my mother would often have with my aunt Suzu, a fellow jonin specializing in ninjutsu. I've seen her take a water javelin of sorts straight to her shoulder just to slice it to bits with a crazed smile and push through.

That is not to say that they were meatheads, they just had a very outside the box way of thinking, which is what I'm willing to bet fueled their fuinjutsu.

Fuinjutsu still remained quite the mysterious subject, wit.h nearly every question asked being responded to with a sharp no. Apparently when the slightest mistake can lead to the loss of limps from a spontaneous explosion left me a bit apprehensive towards sneaking into my father's study given that I was already well aware of what said experience was like.

Fuinjutsu was quite prevalent even as early as the first episode, capable of more mundane functions like the storage scrolls, to the much more horrifying curse seals seen from the likes of orchimaru. That's not even going into the likes of seals capable of sealing bijuu which were essentially a God split into 9 unequal parts.

Finding out the Mito uzumaki was still alive was quite the shock, given that shortly after the last war she made the time to visit the village. Remembering the sight of my father acting like Sakura in early Naruto was hilarious, not that he was wrong to do so.

Unlike Kushina, and to a lesser degree Naruto, she sealed the full nine tailed fox into herself in the middle of a heated battle between Madara and Hashirama. Not to mention the fact that she was already pushing forty at the time.

My father had spoken of how she arrived with Tsunade herself in tow, with the uzukage himself standing in wait with open arms, saying that it had been years since Ashina had seen his sister.

Finding out that Kushina either hasn't been born yet or at the very least hasn't had kurama sealed into her yet was music to my ears, the metaphorically ticking clock that was uzushiogakure's destruction being delayed that much more.

Much to my frustration the only way I could ever do anything about it was to become strong. Yet despite nearly 2 years having passed since being reborn I haven't made any progress towards controlling my chakra.

Shaking the thoughts from my head, focusing back on the current scroll spread out in front of myself. It was a medical journey written by a rain ninja that had died during the beginning of the second ninja war. Most of the journal was about various herbs and other flora found throughout Amegakure.

As I neared the end of the scroll I noticed a few hastily written notes, which looked to be my father's handwriting.

"The surrounding trees of Amegakure often possess toxic spores that will release pollen into the air upon contact, spies have noted that ame genin have a variation of the leaf sticking technique to build up resistance" I read aloud, internally wondering what would have caused him to leave such a note.

The few times I've seen my father write over certain parts of scrolls he had only either corrected misinformation or something related to the topic.

At the mention towards the leaf sticking my memory kicked in, remembering how in the anime that it was a basic chakra control technique for beginners.

In my excitement I had rushed to one of my mother's plants she kept near the window, silently praying she never found out, to pluck a leaf.

Sitting with my legs crossed I held the leaf to my forehead while internally getting a feel for my chakra. Chakra was hard to describe, the ever present warmth it brought had made me acutely aware of its presence pretty much since birth.

Slowly pushing chakra towards my forehead I felt it brush against the leaf, almost like a phantom limb. After a few failed attempts I finnaly felt the leaf began to remain in place.

It was as I sat in a mix of amazement and pride, fully focused on keeping the leaf attached that new sensations began to rush into my head.

Without turning I could feel my father's chakra in the other room, with a tang of bitterness mixed throughout, which would make sense given how he has been locked away working through his latest seal that he just couldn't seem to get to work.

Stretching the newfound sensation out further I could feel multiple people passing by, each with their signature taste for a lack of better terms. Some sour, some sweet, some so complex that I just couldn't put into words.

Maybe the reason I couldn't properly sense before was due to my lack of external chakra control, after all I've worked on through these previous years was circulating it through my system.

As I sat enveloped in this experience that I felt a tap on my shoulder, to which I opened my eyes in shock to see my mother standing over me with a dangerous smile written across her face.

To make matters worse I lost my control as soon as I saw her causing the leaf to slip off my head and fall off, floating slowly to a stop right between us.

Karina's pov

After having spent nearly 2 hours dealing with the elders over being assigned a genin team, only having been able to delay till the next batch of genin graduated, had left her in a bit of a bad mood.

Having been labeled a prodigy from a young age had once filled her every step with confidence. Her kenjustu was her sole creation, a combination of both sealing and swordsmanship was her own original technique. It was only as she aged did she realize the pressure and responsibilities that her talent had brought with.

The elder wanted nothing more thann for her to teach her sealsword art, knowing that it would be a great asset to the village. She anger towards the elders mainly stemmed from the fact that she hadn't perfected her style yet, knowing that anyone with a massive chakra supply could power through many of her seal slashes.

Not to mention the fact that her husband has been locked away in his study failing to work out his newest barrier. If not for the practically of a mobile barrier that could be worn in the form of armor being the only reason I hadn't forced him to stop.

However my mood instantly shifted the second I felt my son's chakra flowing forth. To think that Rito would unlock his minds eye before even entering the academy filling her with a mix of pride and fear.

Most uzumakis inherited one of the three boons, with the rare individual born with multiple. It was common knowledge that the uzumaki possessed the minds eye of kaguya, the body of the sage and the adamantine chains.

Those with their minds eye unlocked could sense for miles, even being capable of distinguishing between each chakra signature in range.

While every uzumaki had stronger than average body's in comparison to the wider ninja world, those born with the sages body specifically would gain an insane healing factor. Karina herself was gifted with this boon, having integrated it into her fighting style knowing that unless a decisive blow was landed she would stay on her feet.

The adamantine chains were a manifestion of an uzumakis chakra given form, capable of various arts entirely depending on the user with the addition of chakra suppression on top of that. Given that lady Mito was capable of holding back the nine tails spoke of its capabilities.

It was tradition to wait till children go to the academy to test for these boons it was not unheard of for them to develop them early. With those who do more often than not being viewed as prodigys.

Ever since rito had started talking he had shown signs of being a smart, if not a bit cowardly, child. Oftentimes when rito thought he was alone I would spy on him, as it was my right as his mother, only to find him face first in Mito's scrolls. The speed at which he learned to read was frightening so, the countless nights having spent reading to him not going to waste at least.

Occasionally I catch this look in his eyes that terrfies me, the same look I've seen on the faces of refugees that had lost everything during the war. As a mother I felt ashamed that I couldn't do anything to help him, as everytime I tried he would just seem to snap back to his normally jovial self. Hopefully he grows out of it.

Shaking the thoughts from her head, she quickly suppressed her chakra and left towards the house

Silently sliding open the back door and creeping forward with a hand reaching out I quickly broke Rito concentration, given how much chakra he was subconsciously burning it was for the best to put a stop to it.

As cute as it was watching Rito jump my focus was on the leaf that slowly fell to the floor. Rito growing pale, I glanced at the leaf to my plants off to the side.

"Hmm" I said aloud bringing my hand to rest on my chin dramatically "what do we have here"

"When I felt your chakra I rushed home to congratulate my precious baby" being Rito into a close hug "so as your reward I'll give you a ten minute head start"

"T-ten minutes?!?"