When one day, Uchiha madara has a dream. A dream of a woman who's embrace is where he found his eternal peace
Word gets loose and now parents of every clan are showing off their daughters for marriage proposals
Okkotsu y/n, the youngest of eight si...
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You sat in the hot springs, the steam rising and wrapping around you like a warm embrace. The water lapped gently against your skin, providing a haven of tranquility amid the noisy chatter of your sisters, who were arguing like wild animals nearby. The serenity of the hot springs was a stark contrast to their commotion.
"Y/N!" You opened your eyes, pulling yourself momentarily from the warmth of the water. The fish-tank-like view of the light blue sky was interrupted by your sister, Mei, who was directly older than you, making her the seventh youngest. Her wavy hair glimmered in the sunlight, and her excitement radiated like a beacon.
"Did you know? Apparently, Madara Uchiha is ready to marry and many brothels are sending women to him!" she exclaimed, her eyes practically sparkling as her heart raced with the prospect.
You blinked a few times, an amused grin slowly breaking across your face as you leaned back in the springs. "Madara Uchiha? The depressed brute?"
Before you could finish your thought, Mei slapped her hand over your mouth, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Don't say that, Y/N! He's one of the highest positioned lords in Konoha and one of the strongest ninjas..." Her voice trembled with excitement, hearts practically pounding in her eyes.
You waved your hand dismissively. "Why are you telling me this, Mei? I do not care for any man," you said, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly.
"Well, no wonder you're not getting married! I'm sure even with those huge breasts of yours, you'd find a husband, but you choose to continue with that horrendous attitude!" she shot back, her own irritation flaring up.
An irk mark appeared on your forehead, and you stood up, towering over your older sister. "How come you're talking about my love life while still being without a lord to take you as a bride?" you leaned your face closer to hers, amusement glinting in your eyes. "And you're about two years older than me; isn't that a bit shameful?" you let out creepy giggles at the sight of her flustered face.
Without missing a beat, she quickly rushed over to the eldest sister, Ochoko, her eyes misty with frustration.
Ochoko was the golden standard of beauty for you, a role model in every sense. With fair skin, rosy cheeks, and big, shiny eyes, she had long, silky hair that flowed like a waterfall down her back. She was tall—unlike most of your family—her long, slim legs and perfect skin cementing her status as the family beauty.
You looked down at yourself, a striking woman standing at around 172 cm (5'8"). You weren't slouching in the looks department, not that you cared much for appearances. You had strength and stature, traits that made you both tall and strong, sometimes stronger than the men in Konoha.
"What if I just marry a woman and be the man?" you pondered aloud, rubbing your chin in mock contemplation.
A distant laugh caught your attention. You turned your head back towards your sisters, and to your surprise, it was Ochoko who spoke, a kind smile on her face. "You're quite the silly girl, Y/N. Don't speak nonsense." She motioned for you to come closer.
