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May these thieves step on a lego. Amen.
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Prologue
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“If you walk the footsteps of a stranger,
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew."
Colours of the wind , Pocahantas
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“Are you sure about this?” an angry voice thundered authoritatively.
Ōnoki peered at the wooden crib with a stony face. His throat tightened as a mixture of shock and fury almost choked him, while his eyes burned at the sight in front of him. Wrapped under layers of blankets, the tiny blond... being was staring curiously at him with bright blue eyes, unaware of the flood of bad memories they stirred within him.
“I’m positive, Tsuchikage-sama.”
The face of the Yellow Flash was still so ingrained in his mind, despite his passing a few months earlier. And now, within arm’s reach, the remainder of that accursed man was innocently cooing at him in wonder, as if its sire hadn't slaughtered hundreds of his men, caused the ruin of his village and periodically tarnished their reputation.
Had that man been alive, Ōnoki would have killed his kid right in that moment without much thought and sent the baby’s head to its father. It was such a pity that he couldn’t watch the horror and despair on that man’s face.
As it was, he merely glared at the baby, the intensity of his repressed emotions setting his soul on fire.
In the country where it was from, Namikaze Minato was hailed as a hero. A saviour.
His child would certainly have been treated accordingly, enjoying all the honours and respect attributed to its father's exploits.
To the village of Iwa, however, the Yellow Flash was a malediction, a plague that had plunged its people and soldiers in despair. That had tainted their history with permanent disgrace.
It was the monster that hid under the children's bed.
A demon that lurked in the shadows at night.
One that Ōnoki had sworn to destroy.
He could kill that man’s baby now. Konoha would still be humiliated and lose the possibility of creating another blond menace.
He could kill it so easily.
But it wouldn’t be satisfying enough.
And with the baby being a jinchūriki – the jinchūriki of the kyūbi , no less –, wouldn’t it make the ideal weapon Iwa could use against Konoha?
To have that damned village fall to the offspring of Namikaze Minato himself…
A dangerous gleam lit in the Tsushikage’s eyes.
“From what I’ve gathered, her name is-”
Ōnoki glared daggers at his subordinate, silencing him on the spot.
He didn’t need a name.
Names were given to children; to humans.
A tool didn't name a name.
His eyes landed back on the blond hair.
“Kiiro.”
That was what people would call it. He wouldn’t let anyone forget about it.
The successor of the Kiiroi Senkō, the Yellow Flash.
And his greatest weapon against the village of Konoha.
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With one knee on the ground and his head lowered respectfully, Shisui spoke in a steady voice, trying to control as much as he could the tenseness and anxiety he was feeling as he repeated the monologue he had prepared.
“Hokage-sama, the situation between the Uchiha Clan and the rest of the village is becoming unbearable.”
The relationship between the clan and the village had steadily worsened over the past six years, particularly following the attack of the Nine-Tailed Fox.
Faced with the passivity of their leaders, the Uchiha elders spoke more and more frequently of a coup d'état to restore peace in the hearts of their family. However, while their anger was admittedly legitimate, the fact that they were choosing to betray the village when they denied accusations of treason?
They would only be proving right those who distrusted them.
“The Uchihas are as faithful to Konoha as any other shinobi of the village. Hokage-sama, we need your help to make the rest of the village finally understand that.”
If only the Sandaime would consider this matter more seriously, Shisui was sure the situation could be resolved effectively. And he didn't have too much ego to avoid asking for help from the Hokage, who so far didn't seem to realize how bad the situation was.
“Please, support us and remind the village of who we are. Help us show them that we are part of the village as well. We would never harm Konoha in any way.”
If the Uchihas had been as egocentric and power-hungry as they were made out to be, they would never have signed a peace treaty with the Senjus. They would never have founded Konoha to welcome other clans and villagers.
Konoha needed to remember its history, damn it.
“We’re not asking to be more privileged than other clan, we just want to be equals, and for doubts concerning the Kyūbi attack to be dissipated.”
His eyes were fixed on his Hokage, shining with determination and conviction, as they revealed the pattern of his mangekyo sharingan, his kotoamatsukami activated.
“We need you, Hokage-sama.”
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To be continued
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