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“So there is no peace in the future,” Naori muttered, somewhat disappointed by the revelation. So many years of war only for it to never stop. “From the way you look, you must not care about peace. How terrible… but let me show you what true peace is…”

“So you are the leader of my clan from the future, what a surprise that a man like you has managed to give them a safe place to exist. Tell me, is there peace in the world in the were you live, or is it worse?” Naori asked the man. Her eyes taking in the terrifying armor that had seen so many battles as well as her sword. The hairs on her arms stood up as she felt the man's terrifying aura.

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madara’s gaze fixated on the kunoichi, his brows raised in suspicion. he smirked, “it’s futile to dream of the world being entirely peaceful. a fever dream.”

Naori blinked slowly as she observed the reaction of the pink-haired woman.

The woman was fast, she wouldn’t deny that.

She didn’t flinch at the kunai pointed at her, though it finally gave her an idea of what the pink-haired woman was.

‘A kunoichi…?’

Naori tilted her head slightly to one side, noticing how weak the woman looked. It seemed like she was about to faint at any moment.

Having seen and confirmed firsthand that the woman was, in fact, no threat to her or anyone —at least not in that state—, she deactivated her Sharingan, as if attempting to reassure her.

She spoke again, this time more softly, in a calm tone to avoid startling her.

"You have very quick reflexes… I was wondering if you were lost and needed help."

The pinkette looked around, trying to navigate where the heck she was.

The fourth shinobi war didn't go as planned, and survivors were forced to retreat and flee to seek shelter from the moon goddess. Then that idiot, Naruto did something and smacked the ground with chakra infused and used some sort of reverse summoning and now she ended up here.

". . . Where am i?" Sakura looked around. She was still in her jonin pants, one of her sleeves still missing, the burn mark still eminent on her right arm, it stung still like a son of a bitch. The girl was covered in scratches. bruises and her candyfloss hair was covered in dirt, but her priority now lay in finding out where the fuck she was and how to get back where she belonged, even though she was dangerously low on chakra, so she had trouble sensing around her surroundings as well.

"This forest is like a maze!" She whined after a good thirty minutes of walking, flopping down on the ground tiredly.

She wandered, trying to navigate as best as she could within the forests, unaware of the pair of eyes watching her.

// A little hello from my favorite muse, Sakura!

Naori watched the pink-haired woman from her position.

Her clothes—unlike anything she had ever seen before—were worn, as if she had come out of a tough fight. Her hair, the color of cherry blossoms in spring, was dirty and slightly disheveled, giving her a messy appearance.

She noticed how the woman could barely walk. A civilian? Impossible; her arms bore muscles that symbolized strength. A farmer’s daughter? Unlikely; they were too far from the nearest village that wasn’t under the Uchiha clan’s domain.

Was the woman the daughter of a clan member? She didn’t think so. Her hair was far too striking, and if that were the case, word would have spread of an Uchiha with that hair color. Another clue that disproved her deduction was the woman’s eyes, resembling those jade-colored gemstones.

Her Sharingan spun, trying to discern whether this was a trap to lure someone in. That seemed the most likely explanation.

The Uchiha clan had been fractured by internal war between those who hungered for more power, causing many to turn on one another. Some used decoys, forcing civilians or travelers to play the role of bait to lure in the more compassionate members of the rival group, only to ambush them.

She was about to turn away, convinced this was nothing but a trap, when the pink-haired woman suddenly sat down, trying to catch her breath and sweating.

Naori noticed the small tremors in the woman’s arms; she was exhausted. That was when she realized this was no trap after all.

Slowly, but cautiously, she approached the woman from behind. As soon as she stopped behind the pink-haired stranger, she spoke in a calm, gentle tone:

“Excuse me, miss.”

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intimacy . // meme .

“please… just kiss me…”

“i really want to feel your hands on me”

“touch me.”

“kiss me.”

“hold me…”

“just a little longer”

“come closer”

“keep whispering”

“god you make me feel alive”

“i want your tongue all over me”

“put your hand on my thigh”

“i love the way your hand feels”

“you smell so good”

“i don’t want to let go”

“i don’t think i can let go”

“there’s something in the way you touch me”

“your breath leaves goosebumps on my skin”

“closer…”

“more, please…”

“your breath is so warm”

“your hands are so cold”

“your hair is so soft”

“But you’re not real…” “I never was.”

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greetings, naori. i heard you were the creator of izanami, is that true?

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“Is that how everyone know me in the future? What a surprise… but to answer your question, I am… or was I?”

Naori replied, her eyes scanning the young man’s face, he looked tired as if he had escaped from a terrible war. The idea that peace might not last for the Uchiha clan made her shudder, even after so many sacrifices, so much blood, it would never be enough…

“And tell me, gentleman, what is the future like?”

Merry Christmas!

hiii!!

naori is my favorite character 🌗thanks for making a blog for her!

In fact, Naori is also happy to be here. She says that she's not real but she wouldn't mind having a little fun here <3

“…” smiles softly from her little safe space of introverts.

*stares everything from the heaven where the fillers and death characters exist.*

Sasuke is so lucky that Itachi’s blind ass couldn’t see him coz that man would be scandalised by his fashion sense. Like I’m completely convinced he’d break character just to tell him to cover up.

Sasuke: I’m here to avenge our fam—

Itachi: what the fuck are you wearing?

Sasuke: excuse me?

Itachi: you’re excused. And please cover up. Are you not cold? Stop showing your bare chest like that. Did your shirt get torn up? I told you to always have a spare.

Sasuke:…

Fantastic depiction of Van Gogh's Sunflowers for this modern obi.

It's not the first time I post Van Gogh-inspired kimono items, but the textured here are really *chief's kiss*