I was an artist. My long red hair always held inplace with small thin brushes as well as the one hidden behind my ear, blending into my hair. I was an Uzumaki.
I had been five when I realised I was reborn inyo the naruto world. I had no parents and lived in the back room of the village orphanage. My red hair and deep purple eyes caused the village children to think me cursed so I was avoided endlessly.
Painting was my escape. Whilst most children ran around playing and dreaming of being ninja all I wished to do was paint. My painting was different to others. Whilst the would use paint I used different coloured inks. Whilst they kept deawing pictures all I could draw were symbols that came onto my mind. Symbols, seals.
I was a natural when it came to seals.
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Uzu
Actionan Uzumaki by the name of Kage finds herself in konoha after her village burns down and is reluctantly made a shinobi against her will because of her sealing skills. This is her story. I dont own naruto.
