Author's Note:
We are now entering the final arc of the story, and with it comes a significant time skip of five years. This leap is crucial to the storytelling, and you'll see its importance unfold as we move through this last stretch. Change is inevitable, and the world of our characters has transformed in ways you'll come to understand.
As for the title Hamachi… I was asked how I came up with it, and honestly, it was a pretty simple thought process. The Japanese word for town or city is Machi, and the kanji symbol for "leaf" can be read as Ha, which led me to combine the two. So, Hamachi. Genius, right? (Haha, I try not to overcomplicate things too much.) And funny enough, I didn't even think about the sushi connection until now, so that made me laugh!
Thank you for sticking with me. Let's dive into the final chapter of this story.
— Masayume
Please note that this chapter does include an adult scene that has been cut as FFN has been labeling this chapter as not found when the scene is included - if you wish to read the scene, please do so on AO3.
Chapter 36. Hamachi
Five Years Later.
The city of Hamachi—once the site of the old Uchiha compound—had grown into a thriving city, its transformation over the past five years nothing short of remarkable. What was once merely a settlement of Uchiha and Namikaze clans was now a bustling city of over twenty-thousand residents. Its silhouette stretched across the bright horizon, a harmonious blend of tradition and innovation. The sun bathed the landscape in a golden glow, casting long shadows across an expanse of wood and stone structures, red-tiled rooftops, and a labyrinth of canals fed by the nearby Naka River, which wound gracefully through the districts like the lifeblood of the city.
The air thrummed with the pulse of progress: the rhythmic clang of hammers ringing out from blacksmiths' forges, the creak of merchant carts rolling over new gravel streets, and the lively murmur of townsfolk immersed in their daily routines. It hadn't taken long for people to flock to Hamachi once the Uchiha and Senju clans united, their alliance sparking hope and ambition. Eager settlers poured in, each driven by the promise of a new beginning, working tirelessly to carve out a place in this burgeoning city.
At the heart of Hamachi lay the Uchiha district, transformed from a mere stronghold into the central hub of the city's foundation and governance. Towering fortifications encircled the metropolis, their formidable stone-and-iron walls standing as both a symbol of strength and a safeguard against potential threats. Two grand gates marked the city's thresholds—one to the east, opening onto vast, open plains that stretched toward the horizon, and the other to the west, where the Naka River flowed into the bustling merchant district. Between these gates sprawled a tapestry of intricate districts, each a living reflection of the spirit, culture, and history of those who called Hamachi home.
The Uchiha district, once a secluded enclave etched with the dual legacy of pride and tragedy, now thrummed as the vibrant heart of Hamachi. Its architecture proudly retained the traditional style: towering buildings with gracefully curved roofs, deep eaves, and ornate wooden carvings that whispered of a storied past. Shades of navy blue and gold adorned the facades of smaller homes and shops, a tribute to the clan's ancestral colors that wove history into the fabric of daily life. At the heart of the district stood the Uchiha head family residence, no longer a modest wooden home but a grand two-story estate surrounded by its own meticulously landscaped garden and stables. Expanded and fortified with layers of stone and finely crafted wood, the residence radiated an imposing yet graceful presence, seamlessly blending strength with sophistication.
Adjacent to the Uchiha district was the tranquil Senju quarter, a sanctuary of harmony and nature. Sprawling gardens stretched between grand estates, each one a masterpiece of manicured perfection. Bamboo groves swayed gently in the breeze, koi ponds shimmered under dappled sunlight, and winding paths invited quiet reflection. This district was a living testament to the enduring bonds between the Uchiha and Senju clans, its serenity a counterpoint to the bustling energy of the city. Bridging the two districts was Iwaki Gardens, a serene expanse filled with flowering trees and stone lanterns, and within it stood Matsue, the city's newly established council hall, its construction completed just two weeks prior with the final placement of its elegant roof tiles. The two-story pagoda-like structure bore the emblems of all the clans residing in Hamachi—Uchiha, Senju, Namikaze, Mishiya, Kōji, and Yamanaka. The emblem stood as a solemn tribute to Ino Yamanaka—now Uchiha by marriage to Shisui—the last surviving member of her clan. Her resilience embodied the enduring strength of those who had found refuge and a new beginning within Hamachi.
To the north, the market district had evolved into two distinct realms. The old market retained its rustic charm, with weathered wooden stalls lining cobblestone paths where seasoned traders sold wares imbued with tradition—handcrafted tools, heirloom seeds, and artisanal goods. Nearby, the newer merchant area gleamed with prosperity. The Takayama Canal cut through its heart, its waters flanked by brightly painted storefronts and arched bridges adorned with strings of glowing lanterns. The air was rich with the mingling aromas of exotic spices, freshly baked bread, and roasted chestnuts. Vibrant bolts of silk and intricately crafted jewelry spilled from shopfronts, enticing shoppers. Merchants called out to passersby with practiced enthusiasm, their voices blending with the cheerful hum of customers in a lively symphony of commerce.
The Uchiha compound had truly transformed into the thriving city of Hamachi. It stood as a living, breathing testament to resilience and vision—a place where its people flourished amid the ever-evolving landscape of their shared home. And beyond the protective borders of the dense forest that encircled it, their enemies remained far from reach, unable to disturb the peace within.
The sun hung high in the sky, casting its warm light over the bustling streets of the merchant district, where Sachi, now eighteen years old, found herself chasing after her niece, Nozomi. The five-year-old was a whirlwind of energy, her feet flying across the cobbled streets, her laughter ringing out like music in the air. Nozomi had inherited her mother's boundless energy, along with a mischievous streak that kept Sachi on her toes. Her features were unmistakably Uchiha—sharp and striking—except for her forest green eyes, which she had inherited from her mother, Sakura.
"Nozomi!" Sachi called out, her voice cutting through the din of the merchant stalls and the creaking wooden bridges. "You better stop running! You'll get lost if you keep this up!"
But Nozomi, with a gleam of rebellion in her eyes, darted around a corner, narrowly missing the grasp of a startled merchant.
"Yah! Nozomi-chan! This is no joke! Come back here…" Ippei's voice rang out, a mix of exasperation and amusement, as he huffed and puffed while chasing after her. The plump 50-year-old sake merchant's face was flushed, his side pinching painfully with every effort, though he didn't slow down.
Sachi's heart raced as she quickened her pace, but before she could catch up, she found herself face-to-face with a familiar figure.
Her older brother, Sasuke, stood tall and calm, his expression as stoic as ever. His arms were outstretched, effortlessly catching Nozomi in mid-dash. The little girl squealed in delight as she wriggled, trying to squirm out of his grasp.
"Got you," Sasuke said, his voice deep and calm, though it carried a rare note of amusement. Nozomi kicked her legs in frustration, but there was a smile tugging at her lips. "Come on, Uncle Sasuke! I almost got away!"
Sachi let out a sigh of relief, her breath steadying as she looked at Sasuke. She softened, her eyes gleaming with gratitude. "Thank you, Sasuke. You know how she gets when she's excited."
"All good here, Sachi," Sasuke replied, his expression melting into something warmer. "I have her if you need to head back to the infirmary. I'm sure Sakura and Itachi will be back before dinner."
Sachi gave Nozomi's hair a playful ruffle, smiling as she waved them off, hurrying back toward the infirmary with the weight of her responsibilities in tow.
Nozomi beamed up at Sasuke, clearly pleased with herself for having been caught in such a fun way. "Uncle Sasuke!" she cheered. "I get to spend time with you now!"
Sasuke nodded, a rare, soft smile tugging at his lips as he adjusted Nozomi in his arms. "Did you give Aunt Sachi and old Ippei a hard time? We'll see what trouble we can get into, huh?" He began walking, carrying her with ease, his pace steady and purposeful.
At that moment, Ippei finally caught up, wiping the sweat from his brow. He was breathing heavily, his face showing mock indignation. "Oi, you! I'm not old!" he grumbled, his voice gruff with good-natured frustration. "I was just trying to keep up with this little ball of energy. You two think it's easy keeping her under control?"
Nozomi giggled and wiggled in Sasuke's arms. "Uncle Ippei's slow!" she teased, clearly enjoying the playful jab.
Sasuke smirked, his lips curling into a half-smile. "He's just getting warmed up." His voice was playful, but there was a depth of warmth in his words as he glanced at Ippei, who had been a constant, supportive presence in their lives.
As they walked through the busy merchant district, the air thick with the smell of fresh fish being unloaded from the Takayama canal, and the lively cries of merchants hawking their goods, Ippei fell into step beside them. He shook his head with a grin, his voice tinged with exasperation.
"I swear, she's got more energy than a hundred men," Ippei muttered, his eyes on Nozomi as she darted from stall to stall, her attention captured by every new sight and smell.
Sasuke gave a nonchalant shrug, his gaze never leaving Nozomi. "She's not wrong. Even for a Senju, you do move slower than most, Ippei."
The sake merchant huffed, rubbing his side, though there was a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Well, I'm no spring chicken like you, Sasuke. You've got those damn long legs."
As they passed a sweet stall, Sasuke paused, plucking a skewered rice cake dipped in sweet soy sauce. He handed it to Nozomi, who accepted it with an excited giggle, her little hands reaching out eagerly.
"Thank you, Uncle Sasuke!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining as she devoured the treat with gusto. Sasuke watched her, his usual stoic expression softened by the quiet affection he felt for his niece, the moment stretching on as he stood beside them.
"Any thought on where Sakura and Itachi had gone to?" Sasuke asked, his voice light yet carrying the unmistakable hint of curiosity.
Ippei, with his hands resting on his hips, let out an exasperated sigh, his thick brow furrowed. "Training, no doubt," he grumbled, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and fatigue. "They got on their horses this morning, saddled up with their gear, and headed out of the city just after breakfast. Shisui-san thought they'd head to the dojo in the warrior district, but it seems they had other plans. Took the horses out for a bit of a run instead, I suppose. Left me with this little troublemaker," he added, gesturing to Nozomi, who was happily munching on the rice cake Sasuke had given her.
Sasuke's lips curled into a slight, teasing smirk as he raised an eyebrow. "Come now, Ippei," he said, his tone dripping with lighthearted sarcasm. "You enjoy staying at the main house with the rest of us. Not bad for an old sake merchant to keep an eye on a kid or two when he's not busy creating sake, right?"
Ippei shot Sasuke a playful glare, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. "I'll have you know, taking care of this little whirlwind is not as easy as you might think," he grumbled, his voice softened with mock indignation. "She's got more energy than I've seen in years. I barely have time to catch my breath, let alone keep up with her."
Sasuke laughed quietly under his breath, watching Ippei's flustered expression with mild amusement. "Oh, I'm sure it's exhausting for you. But I must admit, you do seem to have a soft spot for Nozomi. I can see it in your eyes."
Nozomi, hearing her name mentioned, glanced up with a cheeky grin plastered on her face, clearly enjoying the attention. She tilted her head toward Ippei and then shot him a look that was full of mischief. "Uncle Ippei's slow," she teased, poking fun at the man's slow, labored pace.
Sasuke smirked, unable to resist a final jab. "He's just getting warmed up," he said, voice dripping with mock sympathy. "You know, you might be quicker if you weren't dragging around that barrel of sake everywhere, Ippei."
Ippei snorted, clutching his side as if the very idea of running was a cruel joke. "And what if I get thirsty, huh? Didn't think about that, did you?" he grumbled, though his voice had softened, and a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.
The playful exchange continued as they moved through the district, Nozomi weaving between the bustling stalls, her energy seemingly boundless. She darted around with the grace of a child who had not yet learned the meaning of exhaustion. The warm air hummed with the rhythm of the market—merchant calls, the clinking of coins, and the murmurs of the crowd. The atmosphere was relaxed and familiar, a perfect blend of camaraderie and light-hearted teasing, where every shared glance and exchanged word carried the weight of deep-rooted affection.
Suddenly, a figure emerged at the edge of the merchant district, his presence drawing the eyes of all who passed. He was a tall man, his movements fluid and deliberate, and though he seemed to blend effortlessly with the crowd, there was an undeniable aura of distinction about him. His long silver hair cascaded loosely behind him, catching the sun's rays in glints of light. His face was partially concealed by an elaborate, broad oni mask, one that seemed to carry the weight of countless performances. His robe, rich with vibrant colors and embroidered with intricate patterns, spoke volumes of his flair, giving him the unmistakable air of a kabuki actor.
Sasuke's sharp gaze cut through the crowd with ease, and in an instant, recognition flared in his mind. "Jiraiya," he muttered under his breath, before raising his voice to address the newcomer. "Didn't expect to see you here."
Jiraiya's lips curled into a mischievous grin as he lifted the mask with one hand, revealing his playful expression beneath it. His eyes twinkled with the gleam of someone who knew all too well the effect he had on others. "Well, well, if it isn't Sasuke Uchiha, the brooding hero of Hamachi," he teased, his voice rich with amusement. "I heard this city was becoming quite the spectacle. Had to come see it for myself."
Sasuke gave a slight nod, stepping aside to let the older man pass. "Welcome to Hamachi," he said, his voice a mix of respect and wariness, unsure what sort of trouble the eccentric Jiraiya might bring with him this time.
Jiraiya's gaze swept across the city, his eyes gleaming with approval as he took in the vibrant, growing landscape of Hamachi. He was clearly impressed by the rapid expansion, the city pulsing with life. "I see it's flourishing… so the rumors were right," he mused, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Everyone knows that the Uchiha have achieved what others thought impossible. Joining forces with the Senju and watching it grow… you've definitely put the fear of failure in old Shimura." His voice was rich with amusement, tinged with respect for what Sasuke had accomplished.
Sasuke's gaze shifted momentarily to Nozomi, who was absorbed in her sweet treat, her little face glowing with delight. The sight brought a flicker of warmth to his features before he turned his attention back to Jiraiya. "What brings you here, Jiraiya? Did you come to claim a permanent spot in the kabuki theater Minato recently opened in the Yoshida district?" he asked, his voice light but with an edge of curiosity.
Jiraiya chuckled, his grin widening beneath the mask he still held in his hand. He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. "I've heard the winds of change," he said, the playful tone falling away, replaced by something more serious. "A certain serpent and its master have finally decided to leave their den with new recruits." He paused, letting the weight of his words settle before continuing with a solemn chuckle. "I think it's time for a new chapter, Sasuke."
Sasuke's expression darkened for a moment, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly as he processed Jiraiya's words. He stared at the bustling streets of Hamachi, where buildings rose with purpose and people moved with intent, unaware of the shifting tides just beneath the surface. The city had changed, growing beyond what anyone had expected—but with growth came danger, and with danger, change. However, amidst the ever-shifting landscape of Hamachi, some things, like the people you trusted, remained constant.
"If that's the case, we need to get you in front of the council," Sasuke replied, his voice steady, resolute. His eyes briefly met Ippei's, who had been lingering at the edge of the conversation, still catching his breath after chasing Nozomi. "Get to Shisui and tell him to find Sakura and Itachi, stat. A council meeting needs to happen at once. Then summon the others to Matsue Hall and do not dally. Perhaps put that sake barrel away so you're faster," Sasuke added with a sly grin, the playful edge creeping back into his voice. "I'll handle Nozomi."
Ippei groaned loudly, clearly unimpressed by the flurry of tasks Sasuke had just assigned him. "This youth, getting the elders to do their job... unbelievable," he muttered, shaking his head with mock indignation. Despite his grumbling, he gave a quick nod and lumbered off, his plump frame moving with surprising agility as he made his way to find Shisui.
The cherry blossom orchard lay less than an hour's ride from Hamachi, a breathtaking expanse that seemed plucked from a dream. It stretched like an endless canvas painted in vibrant hues of green and pink, framed by cherry trees in full bloom. Their gnarled branches wove together overhead, forming a natural cathedral that dappled the soft grass with golden beams of sunlight. The air was thick with the intoxicating scent of blossoms, carried by a gentle breeze that swept up a flurry of delicate pink petals, spinning them in an eternal, graceful waltz.
Itachi's laughter, rare and unguarded, resonated through the meadow—a deep, melodic sound that seemed at odds with his normally composed demeanor. His dark cloak billowed behind him as he sprinted after Sakura, who darted ahead with a mischievous grin lighting up her face. Her rosy hair shimmered in the sunlight, blending almost seamlessly with the cherry blossoms, as though she were part of the orchard itself.
"You're slowing down, Itachi!" she teased, her voice lilting with playful mockery. She glanced over her shoulder, emerald eyes sparkling with challenge.
His charcoal eyes gleamed, eager for the thrill of the chase. "And yet, you're still within reach," he countered, his tone smooth, his long strides closing the distance between them effortlessly.
Sakura squealed, her laughter ringing out like a sweet, bell-like melody as she spun on her heel to evade his grasp. Five years had passed, and now, at twenty-eight, she was radiant—a vision of joy and serenity. Time had been kind to her, as the years had brought only happiness to her and Itachi, now thirty-three years old. Her rosy cheeks glowed in the sunlight, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischief as she darted gracefully between patches of wildflowers.
Her bare feet skimmed the cool, dewy grass, each step light and unbound. She wore a soft pink haori paired with flowing hakama pants of the same gentle hue, their folds swaying with every movement. Her weapons—a bow and a quiver— typically now an extension of her, were forgotten for the moment, resting securely on her horse, Sora, who grazed peacefully nearby. A few feet away, Itachi's steed, Nobu, stood by, equally undisturbed, the picture of calm amidst the playful chaos.
The wind swept through the meadow, teasing the hem of her hakama and carrying a flurry of cherry blossom petals in her wake, as if nature itself danced alongside her. She was a vision of grace and vitality, a perfect reflection of the beauty surrounding them.
Itachi, dressed in traditional Uchiha attire of deep blue hakama pants and a white, loose-sleeved haori that revealed the toned expanse of his chest, quickened his pace. "You can't outrun me, Sakura," he warned, his voice low and teasing, a hint of challenge laced in his tone.
Sakura glanced over her shoulder, a mischievous grin lighting up her face. "Can't I?" she shot back, her voice lilting with laughter. At the last second, she veered sharply to the left, narrowly slipping out of his reach once more, her movements fluid and unrestrained, like the petals swirling around her.
But Itachi was faster. In a blur of graceful motion, he caught her arm, pulling her to a stop with practiced ease and a touch that was firm yet gentle. Sakura spun to face him, her feet skidding slightly against the soft grass as she halted, breathless but unyielding. Her chest rose and fell with exertion, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink that rivaled the blossoms swirling around them.
The breeze played with loose strands of her rosy hair, framing her face as she locked eyes with him, her emerald gaze sharp and defiant, a silent challenge lingering in the air.
"Got you," he murmured, his voice low and smooth, his fingers brushing her arm with a fleeting gentleness that sent a shiver down her spine.
Or so he thought. Sakura's lips curved into a sly grin as she dropped low, sliding beneath his arm with agile precision. Before he could react, she spun behind him, her movements as fluid as the petals swirling in the wind. With a light kick to the back of his knee—gentle but perfectly timed—she sent him stumbling forward.
Caught off guard, Itachi lost his balance. With a startled laugh, he toppled onto the soft grass, a cascade of cherry blossoms scattering around him.
Sakura, unable to halt her momentum, tripped over his outstretched leg and fell forward with a soft gasp. She landed atop him, her palms pressing against his chest to steady herself.
For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.
Itachi lay still beneath her, his head resting on a bed of blossoms, dark hair fanned out like spilled ink. Sakura hovered above him, her face mere inches from his, her cheeks a brilliant shade of red. The mingling scents of grass and blossoms enveloped them, and the air between them felt charged, electric.
"Itachi…" she began softly, her voice uncertain yet tender.
His expression, usually so guarded, softened as a rare, warm smile curved his lips. "You've caught me," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper.
Sakura blinked, her heart hammering in her chest. "Caught you? You're the one who fell," she retorted, though the teasing note in her voice wavered.
Itachi chuckled, the sound a deep, soothing rumble beneath her palms. "Perhaps. Or maybe I let you win."
Sakura huffed, her lips twitching with a smile. "You're terrible at pretending to lose," she said, her tone edged with playful skepticism.
"Oh?" His dark eyes held hers, steady and intent, a hint of mischief lingering in their depths. "Then why are you the one on top?"
Sakura felt heat rush to her cheeks as she realized their compromising position. Somehow in their playful tumble through the tall grass, she had ended up straddling Itachi's hips, her hands braced on his firm chest. The warm summer breeze caressed her skin, carrying the sweet scent of wildflowers.
"I...I didn't mean to..." she stammered, but made no move to pull away. Her heart raced as Itachi's hands came to rest on her thighs, his touch igniting sparks beneath her skin.
"Didn't you? Come now darling… this isn't the first time, nor it will be the last time you and I sneak away to play in the meadow…or the forest…or the waterfall," he murmured, a rare smile curving his lips. His fingers traced lazy circles on her legs, inching higher.
Sakura's breath caught in her throat. The world narrowed to just the two of them, sprawled amidst a sea of swaying grass and wildflowers.
Sakura's breath hitched as Itachi's hands slid higher, leaving trails of warmth on her skin. Time seemed to slow as their eyes locked, the air between them charged with unspoken desire. Slowly, as if drawn by an invisible force, Sakura leaned down until their faces were mere inches apart.
Itachi's hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing softly over her lips. "Sakura," he breathed, her name a reverent whisper.
She closed the final distance between them, pressing her lips to his in a tender yet passionate kiss. Sakura's fingers tangled in Itachi's silky hair as his arms encircled her waist, pulling her flush against him.
CUT SCENE: please go to AO3 to read this scene if you wish to read it. Unfortunately, FFN is flagging down my content.
They lay side by side, the lush, soft grass cradling their bodies as they gazed up at the vast, clear blue sky, a canvas unmarred by clouds. The cherry blossoms drifted down like delicate snowflakes, their pale pink petals landing gently in Sakura's hair, adding to the delicate beauty of her already radiant features. Some landed in Itachi's discarded haori, which lay beside them, the fabric now a patchwork of soft blossoms. The air was warm and still, the serenity broken only by the occasional whisper of a gentle breeze that carried the intoxicating scent of the blossoms, filling the space around them with their sweet fragrance.
Sakura turned her head, resting her cheek against her folded arm as she watched Itachi. His eyes were closed, his features softened in a rare moment of peace. The usually guarded, intense man beside her looked almost ethereal in the tranquil silence. His expression was serene, and for a fleeting moment, he appeared as though he were just another part of the peaceful landscape—untouched by the turmoil of the world. The sight made her heart ache with affection, a tenderness that had no words.
She reached out, her fingers brushing through his dark hair, gently dislodging a stray blossom that had caught there. Her touch lingered a moment longer than necessary, her fingers tracing the curve of his face as if memorizing the feel of him.
"It's so beautiful here," she whispered, her voice barely audible, as if speaking too loudly might disturb the perfection of the moment.
Itachi's eyes opened slowly, meeting hers with a depth that seemed to pierce straight through her. "Yeah… with you…" he murmured softly, his voice low and intimate. His hand reached out to her, fingers curling around hers with a quiet strength, intertwining them effortlessly.
Sakura smiled, though it was tinged with a subtle sadness, a weight she carried with her. "I want more moments like this," she admitted, her voice a soft murmur as she searched his face, hoping he would understand. "I want us to be safe… to have a life where we don't have to look over our shoulders all the time."
Itachi squeezed her hand gently, his thumb brushing across her knuckles in a soothing rhythm. "We will," he promised, his voice unwavering in its conviction. "But for now, we take the peace we're given and hold onto it. We've created something lasting—something many cannot achieve in their lifetime."
Sakura nodded, her gaze drifting back to the expansive sky above them. She let herself get lost in the beauty of the moment, but a thread of doubt still lingered. Her voice hesitated as it broke the silence again. "Our Nozomi… she's a troublemaker."
Itachi's lips curved into a faint, knowing smile, a playful gleam lighting his eyes. "Yeah, like her mother," he teased lightly, the hint of affection in his voice unmistakable.
"And stubborn, like her father," Sakura added with a playful nudge to his shoulder, her grin infectious.
Her smile softened as she gazed at him, her heart swelling with gratitude. In this moment, surrounded by the serenity of the meadow, she felt the full weight of his love and presence, and it was all-encompassing. She cherished their little family, but deep within her, there was a quiet fear. Though she loved every moment of motherhood, she wasn't ready to bring another child into this uncertain world—not yet. Aoi's sacrifice was something she still grieved daily, and the thought of facing that kind of loss again terrified her. So, she had quietly made the decision to use her medical knowledge to prevent another child from coming too soon. She wasn't ready—not while their world was still so uncertain.
They lapsed into a comfortable silence, their hands still joined, each of them lost in their own thoughts as the world around them seemed to pause. The cherry blossom field felt like their sanctuary, a place where the weight of their responsibilities could momentarily melt away, and they could simply exist in each other's company, free of the world's demands.
But their peace was shattered by the unexpected sound of someone clearing their throat.
Sakura's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly sat up, her haori still partially undone from their previous activities. Her gaze shot to the edge of the cherry blossom field, where Shisui stood with his arms crossed. His expression was a blend of amusement and something deeper—something more serious—but his eyes still gleamed with their usual mischievous spark.
"Of course it's you," Itachi said dryly, propping himself up on his elbows, his voice full of quiet exasperation but also warmth.
Sakura groaned softly, brushing cherry blossoms from her long hair as she sat up fully. "Do you have some kind of radar for finding us in awkward situations?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at Shisui with a mock glare.
Shisui's smirk widened as he shrugged nonchalantly, though the playfulness didn't quite reach his shoulders. "It's a gift," he said, his tone teasing, but there was an underlying tension in his posture. "You two just make it so easy."
Despite herself, Sakura let out a laugh, but the lightness in her chest quickly faded as she caught the subtle urgency in Shisui's gaze, the tension that couldn't be ignored. Something was off.
"Is it Ino?" Sakura asked quickly, her brow furrowing with concern. "Or your baby, Masamune?"
Shisui shook his head, his smile fading as he met her worried gaze. "No, no, they're fine," he reassured her quickly. "I came because Sasuke asked me to get you. You're both needed at the council meeting. There's news from Grass."
At the mention of Grass, Itachi's expression turned serious, his eyes sharpening as he stood, brushing the grass from his cloak. "What kind of news?" he asked, his voice low, every muscle in his body on alert now.
"Not the good kind," Shisui replied grimly, his tone laced with an unease that only deepened the pit in Sakura's stomach. "You'll want to hear this firsthand."
Sakura's heart sank as she rose to her feet, the peaceful moment they'd just shared feeling as distant as a dream. The meadow, their fleeting sanctuary, faded into the background, replaced by the cold, hard reality of duty and uncertainty.
As they followed Shisui back toward the village, Sakura glanced over at Itachi, her heart heavy with the weight of what awaited them. Their earlier conversation, filled with hope for a future of peace, lingered in her mind. She clung to that hope, wishing with all her heart that someday, moments like this would no longer be so fleeting. But for now, the path ahead was uncertain, and the world around them demanded their attention.
Sakura, Itachi, and Shisui rode side by side toward the gates of Hamachi, the contrast between the tranquility of the cherry blossom field and the lively bustle of the town striking. The streets were crowded with villagers, their voices rising in a chorus that blended with the clatter of carts and the rhythmic chatter of merchants peddling their goods. The savory scent of grilled fish and freshly cooked rice from a nearby food stall teased the air, but none of them slowed their pace. Their destination was clear: Matsue Hall, the seat of the council.
Sakura glanced at Itachi, who rode calmly beside her. His expression remained as composed as ever, but his sharp gaze flicked from side to side, ever watchful, scanning the crowd with quiet intensity. Shisui, leading the way, was a step ahead, guiding them back toward the heart of the city. They dismounted just off the Iwaki gardens, the smell of the blooming flowers mixing with the distant sounds of the town.
At the entrance to Matsue Hall, two guards stood at attention, their uniforms immaculate and their eyes keen. They bowed slightly as the trio approached, stepping aside to allow them entry.
Inside, the atmosphere shifted, the air cooler, the noise subdued. The polished wooden floors gleamed with the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the windows, and the faint scent of incense lingered in the air, lending the hall an almost sacred stillness. As they entered the main corridor, the quiet was broken by a familiar voice calling out.
"Mama! Papa!"
Sakura turned just in time to see Nozomi rushing toward her. The little girl barreled into her legs, her arms wrapping tightly around her mother's waist.
"Nozomi!" Sakura exclaimed, crouching down to her daughter's level. A warm smile spread across her face as Nozomi pulled back just enough to beam up at her, her dark eyes sparkling with uncontained joy.
Itachi, ever composed, knelt beside them. Nozomi immediately launched herself into his arms, giggling with pure delight. "Papa!" she squealed, her voice high and full of happiness.
Itachi's normally stoic expression softened as he cradled her close. "Nozomi," he said, his voice soft with affection. "Were you waiting for us?"
Nozomi nodded vigorously, her small hands clutching the front of his cloak. "Uncle Shisui said you were coming. I wanted to see you!"
Sakura's heart swelled with tenderness as she watched the two of them. Nozomi had always been a daddy's girl, and it was clear in the way she clung to Itachi, as if he were her entire world.
Sasuke's chuckle broke the moment, his voice filled with teasing warmth. "She's on her best behavior, right, Ippei?"
The old sake merchant let out a dramatic groan, rubbing his temples as if weary from the task ahead. Sakura gave Ippei a soft nod as he took Nozomi's hand to escort her back to the Uchiha home.
Nozomi's lips curled into a small pout. "But I want to stay with Mama and Papa," she protested, her voice tinged with quiet longing.
Sakura crouched again, her hands gently resting on Nozomi's small shoulders. "We'll be back soon," she reassured her, her tone soothing and filled with love. "Ippei will take good care of you. You can tell me all about your day when we get home, okay?"
Nozomi hesitated, her gaze flickering between her parents, before she nodded, her pout fading into a small smile. "Okay, Mama."
Ippei stepped closer, extending his hand with a patient smile. "Come on, Nozomi. I'll show you the new flowers blooming in the garden on the way."
At the mention of flowers, Nozomi's eyes brightened, and she eagerly reached for his hand, her small fingers curling around his. She glanced back at her parents one last time. "Promise you'll come home soon?"
Itachi gave a single, reassuring nod, his expression unwavering. "We promise."
With that, Ippei led Nozomi out of the hall, her excited chatter about the flowers filling the air as they walked away.
The council chamber within Matsue Hall was an imposing space, its high ceilings supported by intricately carved wooden beams, which seemed to stretch endlessly upwards. The walls, adorned with vibrant tapestries, told the storied history of Hamachi, the town's pride and struggle woven into every thread. A large, circular table dominated the center of the room, its polished surface reflecting the faint light of hanging lanterns. Around it, those entrusted with Hamachi's security and governance sat in tense silence, each waiting for the moment to speak.
At the head of the table stood Minato Namikaze, his commanding presence radiating calm but unyielding authority. His piercing blue eyes scanned the room, his gaze sharp as he took in the faces of those gathered. Beside him, Kushina sat, her fiery red hair pulled back into a loose braid, her posture relaxed, but the quiet intensity that emanated from her was unmistakable.
On one side of the table sat Naruto and Sasuke. Naruto, his usual restlessness evident, leaned forward, his fingers drumming impatiently on the smooth wood. Sasuke, ever the picture of restraint, sat with his arms crossed, his expression unreadable, though his dark eyes flickered with focus.
Across from them, Sakura sat between Itachi and Shisui, her hands folded neatly in her lap. Her mind, however, was far from still, racing with the implications of the news they'd just received. Itachi remained composed, his gaze fixed intently on Jiraiya, his sharp features revealing no emotion. Shisui, typically lighthearted, leaned back in his chair, the usual playfulness in his demeanor replaced with a quiet, watchful attention.
At the far end of the table sat Tobirama and Tōka Senju, their presence commanding respect. Tobirama's silver hair glimmered under the soft lantern light, and his sharp eyes betrayed a mind already calculating the next steps. Beside him, Tōka sat, her expression cool and composed, the quiet strength of her demeanor balancing the intensity of the room.
In the center of the table, Jiraiya stood, his usual flamboyance replaced by a rare, serious air. His arms were crossed, his expression grave, and the weight of a seasoned strategist lingered in his every movement.
"I'll keep this brief," Jiraiya began, his deep voice cutting through the silence, carrying easily in the large room. "Shimura has solidified his control over Grass. His son, as arrogant as ever, has gotten the former daimyō's daughter pregnant. It's a political move—a promise of a future heir that solidifies Shimura's grip on power after his coup five years ago. But there's more. With the wealth he gained from that coup, he's struck a deal with the Land of Waves. They're sending him troops—almost two thousand men."
Murmurs rippled around the table, but Jiraiya pressed on, his voice steady and resolute. "That's not the worst of it. All the mercenaries who had occupied Nishinomaki are gone, that's another three thousand men. They've moved to Kusamachi, likely under Shimura's orders, who now holds power over the entire arsenal of Grass – another five thousand men. That is ten thousand men ready to go for Shimura Danzō. Something's brewing, and it's only a matter of time before it hits us."
Sakura exchanged a glance with Itachi, her mind spinning as she absorbed the information.
Jiraiya's tone grew darker as he continued. "There's more. That old white serpent, Orochimaru has been spotted near Niwamachi, lurking around the merchant district."
Naruto slammed his hand onto the table, the force of his anger palpable. "What?" he exclaimed, his voice a mixture of disbelief and frustration. "Why can't that snake just disappear for good? Can't you ever bring us good news, you old coot? Like that time a year ago when that old bastard Hirosuke fell to his death in Nishinomaki?"
"Calm down, Naruto," Minato's voice cut through the tension, firm but not unkind. "We need to focus on what this means for Hamachi and the surrounding regions."
Jiraiya nodded, his expression grim. "For now, we assume Orochimaru is up to his usual schemes. But with Shimura's forces mobilizing and mercenaries gathering in Kusamachi, the timing is too suspicious. These events aren't happening in isolation."
Tōka's voice was steady as she addressed Jiraiya's words. "Do we have confirmation of his intentions?"
Jiraiya shook his head. "Nothing solid yet, but if Orochimaru's near the river canals in Niwamachi, he's likely found an entry point into Hamachi through Naka River. We need to shut that down immediately."
Kushina leaned forward, her fiery determination evident in her posture. "Then we fortify the canals and tighten security. If he thinks he can sneak into our city, he's got another thing coming."
Shisui spoke up, his voice calm but assertive. "We can double the patrols along the fortifications."
Tobirama's voice cut through the conversation with authority. "Excellent. Tōka, you'll assist with that, correct?"
Tōka nodded with quiet resolve. "It's best we start right away."
Sakura spoke up, her voice filled with concern. "What about Niwamachi? We can't just leave them exposed. There are so many people there who need help. Sachi and I go there a few times a week to tend to the wounded from the bandit raids from the east. They don't have the resources to deal with this on their own."
Tobirama's expression hardened. "We can't help everyone, Sakura."
"I know," Sakura responded, her voice tinged with frustration, "but at least we can try."
"When are you due to go back to Niwamachi?" Itachi asked, his voice steady.
"Tomorrow morning," Sakura replied, her brow furrowing. "Why?"
"You'll take Keisuke and Kagami with you," Itachi said. "Just as a precaution."
Tobirama added, "And take Yasutaka and Jin as well." His gaze softened as he turned to Sakura. "If you're really determined to help, at least have proper protection. I know you're capable with a bow and blade, but I'll rest easier knowing that Nozomi's mother will come home safely."
A murmur of agreement spread through the room as the weight of the decisions settled over them.
Minato nodded decisively. "Jiraiya, you'll stay in Hamachi for now. We can't risk you being ambushed on your way back to Nishinomaki, and your knowledge will be invaluable here."
Jiraiya gave a solemn nod, his usual carefree grin absent, replaced by a somber understanding. "Understood."
Minato's gaze swept across the table, each face reflecting the gravity of the situation. "For now, we fortify Hamachi, tighten our watch on the merchant district, the canals, and Niwamachi. We'll send scouts to confirm the mercenaries' movements and Orochimaru's activities. Everyone needs to be on high alert."
A heavy silence settled in the room as the weight of Minato's words lingered in the air. No one dared to break the stillness, the severity of the moment pressing down on them.
Finally, Minato stood, his presence commanding attention. "Dismissed," he said, his voice firm and resolute.
Sakura rose with the others, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. As she walked alongside Itachi and Shisui, she couldn't shake the feeling that their enemies were closing in from all sides—each move they made pushing them closer to a confrontation. Time was slipping away, and with it, the chance to act before the storm hit.
Until next time :)