Uzumaki's Plan

The sun was high, just reaching mid-noon. The sea was active with life, fish slowly swimming towards the rundown island. Trees seemed to perk up, flowers turning to the sun.

The last pieces of the fleshy shield fell way, and where once stood a statue made of marble and care, now lay a small child, curled up and naked, the light blue glow of the seal below them.

And at once, Uzushiogakure came to life.