Chapter: 18
Beneath the afternoon sun, Uzushiogakure began its long journey toward recovery. The survivors mourned their dead, but the living had to keep living—either for themselves or for someone left behind.
Shinobi rapidly pitched temporary camps for those who had lost their homes and rations. It wasn't perfect, but it was a start.
Kenji threw himself into overseeing the arrangements. He directed the lower-ranking shinobi to reinforce the buildings that were still standing, while structures beyond saving were completely leveled.
But as Kenji busied himself collecting the remains of his village, inside the main compound, there was another battle for survival.
Inside the room, Saki lay on an ice-filled bed, the air heavy and humid from the steam of the already melted ice. Discarded, soaking wet cloths were scattered across the floor.
Shōto leaned in, examining the strange seals on her body. They spread like veins across her skin, shaped like the long, delicate petals of a Red Spider Lily. He knew exactly what flower they represented because, resting directly on her forehead, was an intricate seal matrix in the shape of a fully bloomed Red Spider Lily. It was acting as the core, supplying the volatile energy throughout the rest of the seal network on her body.
"Did you try injecting your chakra into her system?" Shōto asked as he continued examining the seals, especially the main one on her forehead.
"Yes, but these seals began reacting violently. So, I stopped and just healed her external injuries," Tsunade replied as she came to stand beside Saki.
Then, she began explaining to Shōto with a trace of fascination.
"These seals are the only thing keeping her alive right now. From what I can tell, she bypassed her body's natural limiters and is suffering a backlash. I can't pinpoint exactly why her core is generating so much heat without examining her internal chakra network, but…"
She trailed off, her professional detachment slipping into a breathless murmur. "The seal is protecting her. If that much heat had reached her brain, it would have fried instantly. And look here—" Tsunade gestured to the sprawling lines branching across Saki's skin. "The seals are even tracking her vitals, pulsing in rhythm with her heartbeat."
Shōto's brow furrowed. He had spent decades studying fūinjutsu, had helped create some of the most complex seals in Uzushio's history. He had never seen anything like this.
Tsunade's voice dropped into a whisper,
"These seals—whatever technique this crazy woman used—they're adapting. Learning. Trying everything to save her." She paused, her hand finally lowering. "It's... As if they're alive. Or have some consciousness of their own."
Shōto said nothing. He simply watched the petals pulse—slow, steady and defiant.
After a few seconds of intense observation, Shōto finally spoke.
"The seals around her body... they originated as her gravity seals. She used them for training and combat. But that's not all." He hesitated, his eyes tracing the glowing red petals. "They are altering themselves. Shifting from body-strengthening to healing. And that should be impossible as a seal shouldn't be able to shift themself."
He looked up at Tsunade, his expression grim.
"It's a very good thing you didn't force your chakra inside. These seals are isolating the volatile energy within her, keeping it from bursting outward by maintaining a fragile equilibrium. Any outside interference right now could be fatal."
Tsunade bit her lip, worry etching deep into her face. "But we have to do something. At this rate, she will burn from the inside out—"
Before Tsunade could finish her sentence, the soft creak drew their attention. They turned just in time to see Kushina slipping out into the hallway, pulling the door shut behind her with a sharp click.
Pain flashed in Tsunade's eyes. She took a step to follow the girl, but Sakuko reached out and caught her arm, gently shaking her head.
"Leave her alone. She needs time."
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In the hallway, Kushina walked with heavy steps. She still couldn't come to terms with her teacher's condition.
She remembered the first time they met—how much she had hated her guts. But then, she had come to understand what it meant to be the daughter of the Clan Head. What it meant to be an Uzumaki with special chakra and the most potent royal blood.
She finally understood why she was put through that hellish training. To survive. To not be used as a bargaining chip, or as some expendable piece on a chessboard. To be able to make her own choices.
And it had paid off in this invasion. When the time came, she hadn't been a liability. She was an asset—someone who could protect herself.
Now, the same person who had given her that strength was at death's door.
She came to a halt in front of another door—her aunt's room. She took a deep breath, collected her emotions, and opened it.
When she stepped inside, she was washed over by a positive aura, like a… sanctuary. All her negative feelings and the heavy burden were lessened; she felt like she could finally rest here from this cruel world.
A small smile came to her face despite the grim situation when she saw her aunt sitting there.
Medori was holding the baby in her arms, and the infant was happily playing with her red locks.
The soft giggles from the baby were rejuvenating the surroundings, giving the room an ethereal vibe. It was as if the world itself was happy simply because he was happy.
Medori looked up toward Kushina, a smile blooming on her face when she saw her niece. She raised her hand and gestured for Kushina to come closer.
Kushina, wearing a small smile to hide her pain, stepped beside the bed. Her eyes immediately landed on the small child, taking in his striking crimson hair and those glittering emerald gems looking back at her.
Kushina blinked. She could have sworn his eyes were red earlier. Then, the baby's gaze shifted from his mother's hair toward the familiar presence beside them, and he gave a radiant smile.
Kushina felt as if someone had just lit a sun right in front of her. She dramatically raised her arm over her face to protect her eyes from the brightness.
"Ahh... the light!" Kushina laughed, taking a few exaggerated steps back. This time, her smile was entirely 'genuine'.
She heard the soft giggles of the child, but when she glanced up, Medori's green eyes was watching her. Her aunt's gaze saw right through her facade, piercing straight to the pain, the burden, the insecurity—everything.
Medori smiled sadly and reached out to pat Kushina's hair.
"Child, you are too young to hide things from me," Medori murmured. She watched the sudden, glassy shine well up in Kushina's violet eyes. "I have seen you grow up, Kushina. You are like a daughter to me."
The first tears finally spilled over Kushina's lashes as Medori finished, "So, please... don't try to hide your pain."
Kushina threw her arms around her aunt from the side and buried her face in her shoulder, sobbing openly.
Medori leaned into the embrace, soothingly rubbing the young girl's back with one hand while keeping the baby safe and cradled in the other.
Then, as if affected by their heavy emotions, the room's warm aura dipped slightly. Kushina and Medori both looked down at the source.
The child's face was scrunched up, on the verge of crying, but when Medori smiled softly at him, his expression slowly eased.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Medori said happily, looking back at Kushina as the girl wiped her eyes a few steps away. "You already met him, but let me properly introduce you. His name is Haruto… Haruto Uzumaki."
Wiping the last of her tears away, Kushina managed a small smile and leaned in.
"Hi, Haruto. My name is Kushina. Kushina Uzumaki," she whispered, giving him the warmest smile she could muster.
"Now, come here," Medori coaxed.
Kushina nodded and sat beside her aunt on the edge of the bed. Medori gently stroked her hair, guiding the young kunoichi's head down to rest in her lap.
"Now rest, my hero. You can mourn and carry your burdens later."
Kushina blushed, hiding her face further in her aunt's lap. But the moment she closed her eyes, flashes of the invasion returned unbidden—the blood, the teammates she had lost, the sacrifices that had been made. Her breath hitched.
Then, she felt a tiny hand brush against her hair, and just like that, the negative thoughts vanished.
She turned her head upward, coming face-to-face with two crystalline emerald eyes. For a moment, she was mesmerized by them. In the next second, the baby's tiny hand clumsily landed on her forehead, and he giggled.
Hearing that pure, childish laugh, a profound sense of peace washed over her. Kushina closed her eyes again, finally letting go. The sheer physical and emotional exhaustion of the invasion had caught up to her, outweighing even her pain. Slowly, surrounded by her aunt's soft caresses and the baby's radiant warmth, she drifted off to sleep.
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