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Give Me One Reason

Summary:

Over the years, the shinobi were organized into small mercenary clans, which did not know more than to fight. In that bloody age filled with countless battles, two powerful clans emerged that constantly fought and outshone each other in strength and strategy.

But both clans were tired of the endless battles, likewise, when the Senju Clan proposed a peace agreement with the Uchiha, they accepted.

Both clans gave rise to the founding of Konoha and with it, they joined the Land of Fire, building a peaceful nation.
With this, several important clans decided to join the initiative.

Except for one, who kept the thirst for battle running through his veins.

The Kaguya clan.

Notes:

I originally wrote the story in Spanish, but I have decided to publish it in English! Sorry if the translator makes some mistakes.

Chapter 1: The Kaguya Clan

Chapter Text

It was summer, the sun was at its peak.

You tried to maintain your composure, your adversary noticed the clumsiness of your steps, a drop of sweat slid down your forehead before attacking him. The furious clash of weapons echoed in your ear, you tried to coordinate your movements alongside the older man in front of you. By judging his previous moves, you decided to get away from him so you could dodge the blow he would make. You couldn't tell if that move you made was luck or a successful calculation, but the man neglected a tempting target by missing his attack.

Just then, you decided to go with all the strength you had at that moment, you abruptly pushed your legs, accelerating your step and you launched yourself on him, resting the edge of the weapon at the height of his prominent jugular vein.

The man saw you surprised, then he formed a satisfied smile on his face, then decided to drop the weapon and raise his arms in surrender. You stayed in that firm position for a couple of minutes, trying not to fall prey to some hidden trick. But you eased the touch of the sword on his skin when the gong sounded, then moved away from him and bowed slightly in respect.

─ We're done for today, y/n-sama. ─ The man said, as he raised his weapon and his body began to absorb the bone material

You snorted, as you faced the man, driving your weapon deep into the ground.

─ Takeda-sensei, you are holding back your attacks, it is impossible for you to easily be beaten

The man raised an eyebrow, he was smiling slightly as he examined your behavior.

─ Why do you say so, y/n-sama?

─ Your skill in shikotsumyuaku is one of the most remarkable in the entire clan, you could easily have activated a defense mechanism and lashed out against me, however, you didn't. ─ You narrowed your eyes, offering a look of annoyance ─ Are you making fun of me, Takeda-sensei?

The man smiled, took a couple of steps towards you, keeping a suitable distance, placed an arm on your shoulder.

─ y/n-sama, you know very well that there is no one who respects you other than me, you also know that I cannot go with all my strength against you.

You looked into his eyes fixedly, he could observe your determination, as you let go of his grip and raised the bone sword that lay to the right of your body.

─ Come to me, as if I was an opponent on the battlefield, devoid of mercy. ─ You bent your body and raised the sword to the height of your chest

The atmosphere became tense, you could only hear the soft babbling that the servants who accompanied the place omitted. You saw how your master saw them and made a specific sign to them, the servants fearfully captured that sign, which made them leave, leaving you alone with him. The warm wind wind blew on the back of your neck, while you watched the bone sword form again and the man held it tightly.

It was not enough more than a couple of seconds until you saw that the man ran violently in your direction, how hasty movement, you could block his blow, which was directed towards your left flank. You spun in place and drew a second bony sword from your left arm, trying to hit his shoulder to free yourself from the awkward position, when you finally saw that your sword was stopped by a set of bones slowly forming on top of her body, leaving you surprised. You tried to turn on your body to free yourself, but the you master took advantage of your bewilderment to kick you in the pit of the stomach, away from him.

Without giving you time to react, you saw how the sword quickly tore a piece of cloth making you feel an annoying burning located on your left flank, in the second blow it was going to make, with a bit of luck you were able to dodge it quickly, seeing how the drops fell crimson of the opposing sword. The man stared at you, while you tried to hold on to the luck that your counterattack would take effect, so you slid your free hand towards his stomach, to be caught at the last moment between the bones that protruded from the area.

Unable to make any other movement, your master simply pinned you to the ground. You tried to free yourself with some desperate movement, as the seconds passed, which seemed eternal, you decided to loosen the movements and slowly absorb your weapons. You could see the conciliatory look of the man, as he did the same with the bony extensions of his body. He extended a hand to your direction, you accepted his help and got up on your legs again. The man made a sign for you to accompany him to the wide wooden bench where the servants used to be. As the two of them sat down, your master began to speak.

─ y/n-sama, you have been an excellent student over the years. Don't take this confrontation as a defeat, rather, I hope you can learn from it.

─ You know that I am always grateful for your words, Takeda-sensei. I'm sorry if my behavior put pressure on him a bit.

─ I understand that you are concerned about the war between clans, it amazes me how you want to train despite not directly entering the battlefield. I can feel an inner strength worthy of being in our ranks. ─ The man changed his serene countenance and looked seriously at the sky ─ But for that very reason, I don't want you to feel pressured, when we discovered that you could use shikotsumyaku, it was a joy and a sadness for the high command of the clan

─ Is it because I'm the clan chief's daughter?

─ You know very well that not many inherit the shikotsumyaku, and / n-sama. The few who inherit it can handle it half or fully, it is not their fault, the Rabbit Goddess wanted it that way, that is why you are very valuable to the clan, it is a secret that you must keep so that some enemy does not kidnap you and use the technique against us.

You sighed, loosening your shoulders and glancing at the sunset, nodding to the older

─ Rest, y/n-sama. Tomorrow we will refine the counterattack and the defense of the flanks.

With that said, your teacher said goodbye, bowing slightly. You saw how the servants came towards you, speeding up their pace as they were concerned about the visible wound that lay on your flank. You tried to calm them by telling them that it was an artificial cut, while one, connoisseur of ninjutsu-medic, tended to each of your wounds.

Some time later you were walking through the gallery of your family complex. Looking at the sky, your gaze rested with curiosity on the hawk flying towards the window where your father met with the clan advisers. It was not the first time you had seen it, the same scene had happened during the last two weeks, you were sure it consisted of some message that had reached your father.

"A new war?" "Any battle reports?" "Any defectors from the clan want to make trouble?"

You denied internally. Even though your father looked dazed and annoyed for the last couple of weeks, you could hear that he was a product of the inactivity of the troops. Your father, like all the men of the clan, were bloodthirsty and full of fighting hunger, even though you recriminate various actions on his part, you could understand a little.

We are at war, it is kill or be killed.

Still, in this short period of time, you could see how children were playing and having fun on the streets. And that made your heart glad, since you never made sense to send a small child to his death, justifying the honor and the struggle of men.

─ y/n, my daughter. What are you thinking about? ─ Your mother said, pulling you out of your thoughts.

─ I have noticed the presence of a messenger hawk for several days, is something wrong, mother?

─ I don't know, dear. Lately your father has been upset at not being able to start preparations for a battle, there are rumors that the clans have been allying with each other.

─ Impossible ─ You answered in disbelief, your mother approached to start speaking in a more discreet way

─ I haven't heard much about it, but it seems that that alliance between clans has annoying your father, our enemies are getting stronger and stronger.

─ Do you think they plan to attack the clan, mother?

Just when your mother was going to answer, you heard the clang of your father's armor

─ May I know why so much mystery?

Your mother moved away from her and stood in a straight position as she approached your father, put her arm around hers and led him to the table in her room.

Once the three of you were seated, you waited for the best moment to start the conversation.

─ Father, I know that you have been receiving a messenger hawk. I would like to know why

─ Why so curious about it, my daughter?

─ As princess of the clan, I would like to know what we are facing. Has something happened that doesn't leave you alone, father?

Silence took hold of the room. Your gaze was fixed on your father's eyes. He tensed his face, seeing that you were waiting for an answer and were going to insist on the matter again if he tried to ignore it.

─ Daughter, these matters are for the higher ups of the clan. But if you put yourself in this position, I can explain what's going on.

Your father got up from the table, as he headed for the door, waiting with his arms crossed behind his back for you to follow him. You got up immediately, not forgetting to give your mother a little bow, you followed your father slowly.

You walked through the long corridors of the compound, until you reached your father's tactics room. The clan symbol was stamped on a large banner. In the center, you could see a table on which a large military map was displayed.

They both took seats facing each other, and from there your father slid a scroll across the table. When you opened it, the first thing that caught your attention were the two symbols that were printed on the document. You could recognize them, they were Senju and Uchiha respectively.

You read the document, and you felt a great surprise that forced you to reread it two more times.

Apparently the Uchiha and Senju, the most powerful clans, had united to form an alliance and end the clan war.
You dressed your father in surprise, as he frowned and clenched his teeth.

─ Well, something you want to say, y/n?

You didn't know what to say, you didn't see it coming. You didn't expect the strongest clan leaders to have stopped the war. Your father clenched his fists and hit the table, pulling you out of your thoughts.

─ This is ridiculous, y / n. For days, the Senju clan has invited me to a meeting with the clan leaders, all of whom have decided to withdraw from the war. Forgetting that what makes us men is power, war and victory. ─ You saw how your father looked furiously at the map that was displayed on the table ─ This is an insult

─ I understand your annoyance, father. I know very well the principles of the clan. But even so, it is necessary to have a time of peace, we have had many casualties in the last year, when traveling through our territory I have only been able to see pain and tears of our people.

Your father was starting to get irritated, you could see it in his eyes. You tried to keep your composure to continue what you were saying.

─ To make matters worse, father, you cannot take our people to the battlefield. We have lost a large number of shikotsumyaku users, we are practically vulnerable to enemies. Right now, the best thing to do is come up with a plan to reinforce our lines.

Your father hit the table again, this time, driving you back.

─ Do you think that by receiving a simple training you are already able to compare yourself to a war leader? Our clan never needed plans to be victorious. I will not allow my own daughter to devalue the brave men who will fight for the honor of our clan

You had the need to say something at the time, try to make your father aware in some way, try to explain your point. But before you can express yourself you heard the door open behind you.

─ Hisao-sama, excuse me if I have come at a bad time.

─ No, please. My daughter was already retiring. Anyway, she was going to call you at any moment, there are things to discuss before the meeting tomorrow.

You saw your father with surprise, but he had simply put you aside, ignoring you. The man had moved closer to the table, as you got up and shared a light greeting with him, your father had simply pretended nothing had happened.

You had a sore throat from helplessness that you had felt at the time, mixed with visible discomfort. You were walking down the hall, receiving little bows and a few formal greetings from the complex's servants.

A couple of hours passed, dinner passed normally. Your father barely spoke to you, he was more focused on talking with the guest that night. You waited for the right moment to say goodbye to everyone present and retire to your room, you just wanted to feel the softness of your futon.

It had been a long day, long enough to have left you in a deep sleep. But this was interrupted, you had no notion of time at the time.

You left your room, listening to the song of the birds at that moment, when you approached the corridor that connected with the garden, you could hear something that came from that direction.

─ Hisao-sama, are you sure about this?

─ I have made up my mind in regards to the future of the Kaguya clan, time will show me that it was the correct one.

That said, you could see the silhouette of a hawk spreading its wings to the sky. With a scroll tied to his left leg.
You weren't sure what was going on, but you decided to go back to your room. You didn't feel like dealing with strange thoughts at this time of the morning.


What decision had your father made?