"I'm sure we're all familiar with the history of Konoha, the founding clans and all that.", Tama said as she lifted her cup of tea. She took a sip, keeping her gaze low. Barely in her line of sight, Shisui paced from one wall to the other, visibly uneasy. She wondered if it was because he had noticed that something was wrong with her, or maybe he knew what she planned to do in bringing these people here and letting them see him.
"Well, of course. As members of the special forces, we ought to know.", Aoba said dubiously. Tama shook her head. He was right, but he was missing the bigger picture.
"Shizune-san only recently joined, and her faction doesn't deal with information about history. She also didn't grow up in Konoha, so she shouldn't know much about it anyway. Santa-san is a member of the regular forces, unlike you, Yamashiro-san.", she explained. Santa hummed in agreement. There was only so much he was allowed to know as a regular Jōnin.
"You're right, Tama-san but; what do the matters of the village almost a hundred years ago have to do with you suddenly leaving?", Shizune asked. Tama cast her a meaningful glance.
"Well, Shisui-san and I belong to one of the most troublesome clans in the history of the shinobi world, possibly with the Kaguya clan in those ranks. Back then the raging war was solely to subdue the Uchiha clan and, unfortunately, they weren't the kind to comply. This stubbornness and pride carried out into the later generations, up until the most recent one, hence Sasuke's defection. I grew up in an environment where we were taught to look down on those weaker and lower than us in status, but I guess I couldn't fit the mould.", she said smilingly. However, unlike the other times when she would smile politely with no particular meaning, this time, there was a bit of a chill in the curve of her lips.
"The first bit of kindness I knew was from Kushina oba-san. I'm not sure if you know this, but I'm told that I was born into her hands, and upon my arrival, I was deemed unfit to be Uchiha. Hence, even though they agreed that okaa-san would take me as her own, oba-san was always there to see to my wellbeing.
My father was of noble blood on the maternal end, his mother was the Uzumaki clan head's granddaughter, and the niece to Mito-sama. Her name was Mika, surely you know this name?"
The three people nodded. Mika was a renouned Kunoichi during their childhood, but because of her elusive nature, not much was known about her. As for Shizune, Tsunade was sure to have filled her in on who Mika really was before letting her go on this mission.
"Well. She's said to have died when my father was only thirteen years old. She's said to have died fleeing something in Konoha. Okaa-san initially told me that she had passed her half of the Kyuubi to my father, who also died fleeing something in Konoha. This something... This someone, was one of the reasons why the Uzumaki clan was successfully killed off. Do you have any idea who this might have been?", she said, each word heavier than the last. Aoba, for once, had nothing to say. In fact, he was dumbfounded.
Shizune realised just then how much of a flop Tsunade had made in leaving Hono and Kushina. Tama was out for blood.
"He keeps himself closest to the Hokage, you couldn't miss him if you tried. The one who berated me for having my own stance when he himself had worse things under his belt."
She stood up and walked around the table to where the Konoha shinobi were seated.
"Last year, before Sandaime's passing, I went on a solo mission to Amegakure. I found out that the leader, Hanzō of the Salamander, who was Danzō's very close friend, was dead. Killed by a victim of Danzō's efforts to wipe out the Uzumaki clan during the war.
Hanzō and Danzō worked together to achieve this, and unfortunately, this fellow is sure that Konoha is the reason he's left all alone. I should say, his group, the Akatsuki are targeting our beloved home, on top of the Jinchūriki that they're targeting."
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Fanfiction'"Look at me. My feet are drenched in my mother's blood! My father's blood is all over me!" She stepped forward, avoiding the corpses of her dead parents. Anger was the one emotion that she could harbour, anything else would be too much. "I'm afrai...