Some, as they looked at her, just saw the housewife. And it was true that she had been focusing more on the domestic side of things for the last several years, but she was not just a ninja. She was a Kunoichi, and they often practiced far more subtle arts then their male counterparts. Oh, she had been on the front lines, the same as any other Uchiha and won her fair share of the glory and accolades in flame and blood as any other jonin of her clan, but in many ways... she had always preferred the arts that were not so directly tied to combat.

In some ways, she had learned her old sensei's lessons well, even if she did not share some of their goals or interests. Well, not all of them as she visited, the door opening and a young girl perked up. "Mikoto-senpai! Didn't know you were coming over or would have gotten things ready for a visit!"

It was always amusing to see the earnest smile on the younger woman's face. "It is no great matter Anko-kohai. I will admit, I had merely come to seek some advice from Orochimaru-Sensei, given a recent discovery that has some... interesting potential, even if it's discovery was not in the best of circumstances." Her junior, in both rank and as a younger student of the snake sage. "Still, I come bearing gifts," dango and jutsu scrolls, "so if you would let me in?"

The girl smiled widely, eyes on the sweet prizes on the sticks as she stood aside. "Sounds good! Though, she is meeting with some of the kids. You know, that she managed to graft the mokuton to." A half moments pause as she took a step, and considered things. "And a few of the others with the seals."

Tapping the mark on her neck even as she tried to grab the stick of dango, that did change a few things. Not too much to be honest, but a few things. Still, she inclined her head, as the stick was joined by three more. Still, with that, she entered the lair of the White Serpent Sage... who was, as often the case, giving some of her 'research subjects' and 'experimental materials' candy. While giving them headpats and checkups, a warm smile on her pale lips as she interacted with those who had survived the experiments that showed so much promise... and danger.

In many ways, as a mother herself, she recognized a somewhat distant if caring mother trying to tend to her charges, even if there were many, and she did mean many, ulterior motives for her actions. Then again, was that simply not the nature of life? To accomplish several ends with the minimum number of actions? In fact, one could say it was what separated the good from the adequate. But, as the children showed off for their 'Orochi-mama' she could not deny that the pale serpentine woman looked far more relaxed than you would expect.

"Child, behave now. Your auntie Mikoto is here." Ah, that was why, she was being used as an excuse for an escape, prompting a quirk to her lips. "But, I am not going to leave you." A burst of chakra and a shadow clone was there, picking up one of the children and placing them on the exam table, even as there was a presence behind her. "So, what brings you here Mikoto?" The other woman's words were warm, fond and somewhat wistful. "You have been a touch too busy for your old sensei."

Ah, yes, the other reason. Orochimaru, even before she became a woman, was a total drama queen. "Oh, I merely came because I stumbled across one of little Naruto's cousins." You know, she could feel her sensei's full attention suddenly focusing on her, like a snake about to strike. "And I had thought that as the lord third wishes you not to check in with your old students son for reasons related to your often inquisitive nature," a faint spike of killing intent, not directed at her, but rather a sometimes foolish old man "or at least that is what has been relayed to those of us that are aware of the connections."

For a moment, there was a very tense pause. "True, I have been known to let my interests get away from me from time to time. Though I am curious, how exactly did you stumble across an Uzumaki?"

There was curiosity in that tone, the serpent leaning forward. "Well, after Sartara brought him home all tied up to throw at Itachi," The amused snort confirmed that she would be telling it like this to embarrass her children forever, "He seemed to finally have enough and manifested the strings version of the sealing chains. While calling it the brat correcting strings and proceeding to tie up and spank both Itachi and Sartara before leaving." Mikoto's lips twitched. "Said strings were solid enough and resembled the early form of Kushina's chains. When taken with his red hair so dark as to be mistaken for black, and a blood sample?"

Taken discreetly from one of the scrapes from that little spar. "Well, I thought you may appreciate having your own talks with Genin Matto, seeing how he appears to be building his own hermitage already. If nothing else? I'm sure that you can sound him out for some projects eventually."

The speculative gleam in the legendary ninja's eyes told her all she needed to know.

Uchiha Fugaku

He looked down at his subordinate... and not at the probable Uzumaki in the room who was looking more than a little... confined and about to engage in a spirited escape. You know what? "Uchiha Sarata. You may be wondering why I invited Genin Matto here to your disciplinary meeting. Something that I am sure he is as well." Frankly? While the most blatant, he had to wonder, why was it that his clan was full of assholes that wanted to make his job of keeping them alive harder? "That is simple. Because you have placed me in a position where I will have to ask of him a favor."

The genin's eyes narrowed and the girl paled. "That, and because I am using him to drive the point that I am very displeased home. That I am not resolving this completely quietly and in house for a number of reasons, the chief being that my wife asked me not to. And because you involved my daughter, my heiress, in this entire mess when she is not a member of the police forces." Which contributed to his annoyance. "What is more, I had given you clear instructions, or what I had thought to be clear instructions at the time. What were they exactly? For the benefit of our guest?"

Now,a non-uchiha could be forgiven for thinking he was calm, relaxed even from his posture, tone and body language. One able to read him however could tell that he was on a cold rage. Which, as the fool girl paled, she was able to pick up on some things at least. "To perform a routine inspection of a genins home, given that he lives outside of the normally monitored and secured zones. While there I was to inquire about a gift if appreciation to the police force while aiming for the absolute minimum, while being understanding of his circumstances. I was to treat him gently and politely."

He nodded, eyes not leaving hers, punning her in place. "And would you say, Genin Matto that she followed the instructions of her commanding officer and clan head?"

Oh, he was fully aware that as the head of the Uchiha clan it was his duty to defend them from outsiders. To further and protect the power, prestige and infulence of the clan. Yet as the Genin narrowed his eyes, clearly seeing a trap? Yeah, he needed to make it so that his clan members stopped doing stupid shit. "In part yes, on the whole no. I am unsure of the value of my herbal remedies, and she took a jar of each." Which was another reason to want to strangle Sartara. Those were actually good according to some clan medics. As good as the high end pharmaceuticals? No,but much better than off the shelf. "However, she forced a fight, kidnapped me and molested me while in transit. And has not hidden how she desires to make it a weekly event."

He closed his eyes, hands rising to punch the bridge of his nose. "How did she force the fight?"

Because that could open them up to a slew of other issues. Because every time some idiot abused clan ties to abuse the other members of the village? That just gave their enemies more weapons to use against them. "She insisted that as a chunin," Fugaku opened his eyes to glare at Sartara, "and my own Genin Corps status, that she was providing a spar as a mandatory learning opportunity."

He was... annoyed. "Sartara. You are NOT a chunin. You in fact only held an equivalent rank due to your position as a Constable. Of course Cadet, it seems that you will NOT be having that kind of authority for a long while." And due to the fact that said rank was inside the military police, he did not need to inform the Hokage or others about it. "However, this is merely the beginning of your punishment for a simple reason. You have placed a strain in the reputation of the clan and disobeyed."

He paused. "Yes, you currently have no political sway or capital to spend. At the same time the fact it would be so easy to sweep it under the rug means that our opposition will make sure we cannot and will in fact use it against us. I am mentioning this," and the boy was preparing a replacement escape based on his chakra, "because I will not be hiding it. I will however be offering compensation. After Sartara issues a formal apology. Would you care to have it be private, in front of the clan or were there are witnesses?"

A part of him despised effectively bending over for the child in front of him. But? Sartara endangered his daughter by provoking an Uzumaki in the process of learning their 'murder-blender no jutsu.' and that was just the thing. Another Uzumaki. He had flashbacks of Minato taking him drinking after being introduced to Kushina's maternal grandmother, the fucking Shinigami. Because the Uzumaki had literal gods and spirits in their family trees, even if it was likely there were no fresh infusions since Uzu fell. So, for THIS kind of headache?

He was going to spin it into an accountability thing, to try and make an example and crack down on some of the worst abuses. The corruption made him sick. They were to be the guardians of Justice and Order in the village, not petty thugs twisting them into shields and swords. And it was then that the Genin spoke. "I'm fine with it being done in private. If the matter is resolved quickly, quietly and does not repeat itself, I will see no reason to speak against the honor of the Uchiha clan,for what my words are worth."

Sarutobi Hiruzen

Now, he was not quite surprised by Fugaku requesting a meeting, but he had not expected it this soon. Still, something to take him away from the paperwork. Except that Fugaku was tense, upset and likely as not to be spitting fire. "We have a type three Uzumaki in the village."

Now that? That was mildly alarming. "Their current status?"

A chuckle, a pained chuckle. "He has currently built and established a hermitage, even if he is holding off the neev to enter seclusion."

That was worrying on several levels, even if he never had to deal with one himself. Mito-Sama had been a type two, and Kushina a type one. Type threes were, in addition to being the rarest of their kin, had tended to be the most reclusive and their effects were largely in whatever new wonder and horror Uzu decided to share with them. However, what could make one hold off the madness, the need to simply let go and focus in chaos? "Have they given a reason?"

Unspoken was should they prepare for something, as dark eyes turned to him, meeting his own and conveying a sense of amusement at suffering to come. "Genin Matto desires to fulfil his legal and social obligations as a ninja first, before retiring from active military life to focus on his personal projects."

A pit formed and dropped in his stomach, mouth opening before the Uchiha head interrupted. "Orochimaru was provided a blood sample and can confirm he is a Uzumaki."

Suddenly, several aspects of the boys behaviour were recontextualized, making a disturbing amount of sense. From someone lazy and mentally unfit to an amoral mad scientist gritting their teeth and doing an onerous chore before getting back to whatever their mind considered important. Like Orochimaru. Like an Orochimaru that had been given every reason to simply stay in the woods instead of changing their sex and trying to have sex with their teammate before adopting and experimenting on orphans.

This was going to be... complicated.