Ahmya Maboroshi

Ahmya Maboroshi

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Fanfic
Naruto
Shiryoku, the village hidden by sight, a small but powerful village. Home to a clan that's been around since the beginning of time. With a long list of powerful leaders and clan members, they built this village from the grown up. Protecting it and ensuring that their village would never be a war ground for larger villages. The Maboroshi, a clan with white eyes and black facial markings. Eyes that hold a kekkei genkai that's able to make others see a movement that's not actually happening. A clan that kept to themselves and rarely ever let outsiders into the village. To others, they were portrayed as merciless fighters who never interacted with the outside unless it was to do business. Although they were very ruthless fighters they also knew how to keep it on the battlefield. Off the battlefield, they were loving and protectors of the ones they cared for. This story tells the life of a love child that was born from two different clans and villages.
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Naruto, orphaned in the wake of the Kyuubi's wrath, was marked by the village as a monster. No mentor extended a hand; no peer stood by his side. As others played, he lingered in the shadows, craving the warmth of recognition. His pranks, his laughter, all mere echoes of a desperate heart reaching for fleeting glances. Sasuke lived under the same roof as his family, yet his existence was a shadow of another's brilliance. Itachi-the golden son, the perfect shinobi. Sasuke was forever in his wake. "It's Itachi's brother," they whispered, "Why can't you be like him?" The words burrowed deep, seeping into his soul. Sakura, born to a civilian family, rejected the path laid before her. When she defied the role of a dutiful bride and aspiring kunoichi, her parents' love twisted into cruelty. The bruises were not just on her skin but in her spirit. Bullied for her looks, she wondered if anyone would ever see her true beauty. Bound by shared pain and unspoken dreams, Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura turned their backs on the village. They swore to return, but only when they had become the warriors they were meant to be, and to gain the respect they always deserved

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