Princess of the Dragon Clan [ Kakashi Hatake X OC Romance ] Book 1 Complete

Chapter 1 The Last of the Dragon Clan

It was late 20th-century Ninji in the Hidden Haze village located in the mountain country far west. The Hidden Haze village was an exceedingly small and secluded village where the Dragon Clan lived. The Dragon Clan lived in this village for centuries, shut off from the rest of the world. They were secluded and had their own way of life. They trained their shinobi in the fire and earth styles. Most of the clan members were extraordinarily strong shinobi; these clan members were set as the village defense system. The clan was very traditional in their culture, and the shinobi that defended the village were all men. Only men in the family were deemed suitable for the ninja title. They all lived peaceful lives; there was no war, violence, or conflict since they had no ties to outside villages or lands.

The chieftain of the Dragon Clan was the firstborn of every generation. Once the firstborn was deemed healthy from the womb, they were given the spirit of the blood dragon that was transferred and sealed inside. The clan had a handful of very skilled medical shinobi who were women. These women were never to use their chakra and jutsus for anything other than healing and, of course, transferring the spirit to the next heir.

The process of transferring this spirit from one person to the other is a hazardous process that has a meager success rate. Depending upon the newborn's strength and the power of their will and chakra will determine if they survive the transfer. Most of the time, the firstborns would go through the transfer, and the spirit would destroy them from the inside out, and the child would die at once. This leads the chieftain at the time to continually produce heirs until one is born that can withstand the spirit and the sealing jutsu. Sometimes, the chieftain and their spouse would spend most of their nights trying to get impregnated. They learned to become immune to the feelings of losing a child if they did not survive. This was how our clan was built, and I was always taught to suppress emotions and feelings to not distract from what was most important.

This is where I come into play. My name is Isamu Tatsuageru, and I am the first-born daughter of the 5th Chieftain of the Dragon Clan village, Kenji Tatsuageru, and his wife, my mother, Reina Tatsuageru. Due to our clan's culture, a child-born female is not qualified to become the heir and is usually tossed aside, left in the wilderness to rot and die. This is because the clan believes if they do this, it is like the child was never born and is not considered firstborn. However, from what I was told, I was different. My father and mother had been trying to conceive for quite some time after marriage. My mother had miscarriage after miscarriage, and no pregnancy was ever carried to full term. My father grew angry and thought it had to do with my mother. He thought she was not fit to bear children, and he would have to dispose of her and find another woman who could produce a child. This changed; however, in my mother's seventh pregnancy, she carried to full term with no issues. The clan's medical shinobi provided her with healing and herbs to help the pregnancy continue without complications. At shy of 9 months, I was born.

I was told by my mother when I was about five that I was exceptional, and that is why I am the heir to the Dragon Clan and will become a chieftain. I asked her why I lived since females born to the chieftain were not so lucky. She told me it was because I was special. She said when I was born, my hair was red as fire, and my eyes were golden and shaped like a dragon's eye. The medical shinobi had never seen anything like me in past births. They were stunned, and they told my mother and father that this was a sign. This was a sign that meant I was to be the next heir and not test fate, or there could be fatal consequences for our village and our bloodline.

My mother also told me that my father had not been happy with this for some time after I was born. He would neglect me and my mother and would not be able to be in my presence. My mother said this was because my father was a very traditional man, and when something messes with tradition, it throws the whole clan off balance. My mother would tell me not to worry and that my father would come around someday. He would see me as a special girl and a very qualified chieftain.

When I was with my father during the day trying to learn what a Chieftain of the village does and what they are responsible for, he would act like I was not there. He would not answer any of my questions. I eventually stopped asking him and began to take notes in a journal. I noted his demeanor when he dealt with the other clan members based on their status and gender. I would observe how he ran our tiny village and ordered our shinobi. I learned a lot. I had at least four to five journals full of information and observations about my father and how he ran our clan. I was able to go to our library and asked for assistance from our medical shinobi to provide me with books on our culture and clan chieftains. I spent hours every day in our library reading about our culture, land, and history.

I spent most of my childhood alone, in the library or my father's shadow. There were very few children in our village at the time; those few children stayed far away from me. They would say it was because I was scary and different from anyone they had seen. They used to see me coming and would yell about how I would turn into a dragon, pluck them up, and take them to my lair to devour them, skin and bone. This was a viral story and opinion of me throughout our clan. Even adults would evade me because of this. They would whisper and always try to stay as far away from me as possible. I did not mind, though, because one day, I would prove everyone wrong. One day, when I am old enough and take over from my father, I will show everyone how strong of a chieftain I can be. That will be the day when all those rumors will be put to rest, and they will finally respect me. They all will look up to me and praise me as an outstanding leader. I will become the most potent chieftain our clan has ever seen!

The only person in the whole village who indeed saw me as a person and who genuinely cared for me was my mother. She was such a loving, caring, and sweet person. She would always hold me when I got home and sit with me as I told her all I learned that day. She would tell me stories of when I was younger and stories of our past. She would cook me dinner, lay me to rest, and sleep beside me all night. She would hold me close and never let go, and this was the only time I felt like I existed. I loved my mother dearly, and every day, I would do my best to make her proud and help her as much as I could. Since I was born and my father became distant from us, she was alone in our home all day and night. I tried not to leave her for too long during the day, and I ensured I was with her every night. She never showed her genuine emotions to me, though; no matter what the day brought, she always greeted me with a smile and a hug. We lived our days in our home cooking and cleaning, her teaching me everything I needed to know. She would always make me feel better if I came home after the other villagers and their children were nasty to me. She always knew just what to do and what to say so that I would forget everything. I loved my mother more than anything in the world.