White Frosted Warrior

Chapter Eighteen: Bait and Elders

The seal on her diary glowed as she washed her hair, Toshi was kind enough to give her clothing and bathing things. Madara didn't want a large number of people knowing she was there, she would stand out with her white hair. So it wasn't like she was comfortable enough to use the bathing house and she could do without being stared at.

Instead, she was happy to put up with a metal tub that she could seal away when needed. Once she was used to the Uchiha women, she might join them.

Looking at her desk, she saw that Mito had tried to connect her through the same dairy that she made Itama. The red haired women had told her about Itama's process with his training. Either with Sealing or medical jutsu, but there was one thing that made her pause.

It would seem that Itama had accidentally grown a tree in the middle of their forest. So it wasn't just Hashirama who could use wood-based jutsu. She knew it was a bloodline,something that was bound to pop-up from time to time.

The fact there was another one, wasn't going to make any of the Uchiha knew jump up and down with joy. Aparts maybe Nori, but she had a sneaking suspicion that Nori didn't like girls. Maybe he had a small crush.

It would be Madara's nightmare, Izuna's as well once she thought about it. Since one person being able to control the layout of the battlefield, but now there were two of them?

She didn't see how the Uchiha elders were going to take this, not that she cared all that much all that much what they thought. Elders were a pain, when she was a child the last time around.

She wasn't really going to listen to them, Madara was known for not listening to elders. Hashirama was known for not listening to their elders, most of the leaders of this time weren't listening to their elders.

"Nori, I'm dressed," she told her younger brother as he went to knock on the door, even as she gently tugged on her collar, closing and sealing away the dairies that allowed her to connect to with Itama and Mito.

Pulling her hair into a ponytail.

"Madara's been able to make the elders think we have the upper hand over the Senju," Nori told her, as he entered the room and sat on her bed.

She looked at Nori with questioning eyes, now he was he able to do that?

"I'm Hashirama's friends," Kukikio said grinning as she thought about it, if they thought she was a bargaining tool. Now they might follow through it without as much arguing. "And know that idiot, his family would have been better. But that idiot's always wanted peace for family and friends."

"Why do you call him an idiot?" Nori asked.

"Because he's an idiot," she told him, when the village was built. She had to make sure that Madara wasn't the one who was hated because of what happened during the war. She also had to make sure that the crazy lady's soon wasn't allowed anywhere near him, nor was her plant. "And I'm guessing we have to pack?"

"We need neutral grounds," Nori told her.

"I can connect the Sarutobi," Kukikio told him, grinning even as Madara walked into the room. He went to say something, but he just looked at her and she just blinked at him.

"Sarutobi?" Madara asked her, shacking his as he looked at her like she had lost the plot.

"Sasuke Sarutobi owes me a favour or two," Kukikio told him, grinning as he looked stunned. "And we happen to be friends, he'll be able to help."

"Write your letter, I'll keep this from the elders," Madara told her, and Kukikio rolled her eyes.

"And Izuna," Nori added.

"Izuna will be fine," Kukikio told them, grinning as she looked out her window. Before unsealing a dairy, the one she had given Sasuke. Once he became Clan Head, it was harder for them to sent letters to each other. "I think he's gone on patrol, he might be dumped on his ass. But at this point of time, I think Hashirama will only sent out people knows will follow his orders to the letter, unless your man attack them."

"We'll have to prepare," Madara told them, Kukikio smiled and both she and Nori followed him. She had a family, a patchwork of different people and believes. But it was hers and she be damned if she allowed anyone to mess with what was hers.

Nor would she allowed the rabbit to touch them either, her little creation would die and her family would finally be allowed to have a peaceful life. Would finally be allowed to rest in peace in the afterlife.