I donāt know if anyone who follows me watches Demon Slayer but my hyper fixation on the Tsugikuni twins have awakened from hibernation with the arrival of the new movie and I want to talk about it.
I am obsessed with the Tsugikuni twins, especially Michikatsu. I relate to him and his upbringing so much and I felt so bad for his ending. The constant struggle of passion but no talent against the talented sibling and the back and forth between envy and love. I love him so much!
If I were to write a fanfiction, itād be Michikatsu getting a second chance to live a life where he isnāt filled with the envy of chasing after his brother. Yoriichi had swordsmanship come easy to him but Michikatsu was the handle of the sword etched into his callouses and scars. He could trains the younger recruits and teach them in a way Yoriichi canāt. He can write poetry and make tea since those are skills required of a samurai. Heās really good at paperwork since he used to manage his familyās lands and properties. He can do all the stuff that makes him human and not envy incarnate.
Iād want Yoriichi to return from a mission to this new brother that doesnāt look at him with envy, just sadness. I still want Michikatsu to be envious but also with the resignation that surpassing Sun Breathing isnāt for him. I want Yoriichi jealous at all these kids his brother has taken the time to train since Yoriichi has never needed to train. I want Michikatsu to brush the Water Hashiraās hair because he injured his arm or help patch up the Wind Hashiraās wounds from an ill-timed dodge because heās received those injures when he fought battles.
Meanwhile, Yoriichi stands confused on the sidelines because heās never needed to patch his wounds since he is so much above the rest that injuries never really happen to him. However, he sees it as an example of his brotherās care and on a mission, decides to smack his head on a tree so his brother patches him up and makes him tea.
Itās just fun and light hearted and I think thatās missing for the Tsugikuni twins. If you want to talk with me about this, go ahead. I do all forms of communication on here. This is going to be in my brain for a while š„°
The funniest thing about Yoriichi hitting his head against a tree, so his elder brother would patch him up, is that Michikatsu would absolutely be suspicious of this because Yoriichi never gets hurt.
Michikatsu: How did this even happen?
Yoriichi, just got back from a mission with a bleeding forehead from smacking it against a tree: A Demon Blood Art dislodged a piece of debris and it hit me in the forehead.
my headcanon is that giyuu visited tanjiro a lot while he was injured and asleep in the butterfly mansion but only nezuko knows that lol
Ask and you shall receive, Anon! Just for you, a little tumblr exclusive Nezuko & Giyuu ficlet from the depths of my twisted mind! I present:
Hydrangeas
During Tanjiro's coma after fighting Upper Six at Yoshiwara, Giyuu and Nezuko bond over loneliness, hydrangeas, and their mutual love of their brother.
Giyuu was glad, in the end, to have been out on a mission when news of Yoshiwara hit the Master's Mansion. He wasn't sure his heart could have taken those few horrible hours during which all anyone knew was that there had been some kind of explosion, and all slayers in the area were missing.
By the time he'd returned from his mission in the early morning, at the very least, Shinobu had more information for him when he noted the commotion at the Butterfly mansion.
The moment he'd heard Yoshiwara, his heart had plummeted into his feet, no matter how quick Shinobu was to verify that there had been no Corps casualties. For how quiet he was, he wore his heart on his sleeve, and he found very little ever got past Shinobu. She knew without asking exactly who he'd be so worried about. "He's badly injured, and I'll need to do a full examination, but it looks like he's going to be alright."
Once Giyuu was inside, kneeling beside Tanjiro's cot, he realized immediately that Shinobu had used alright in the loosest sense. His typically golden skin was an ashy gray, his haori and uniform were torn and covered in more blood than Giyuu would have thought possible, and worst of all his throat had been apparently impaled through his mouth like some kind of grotesque fishhook.
The mansion was bustling but Tanjiro was all Giyuu could see for a long while. He knelt at the head of Tanjiro's cot, watching Kakushi and Shinobu himself work over him, remove his soaked and torn clothing and replace them with hospital robes. His eyes glassed over and Tanjiro became little more than a smudge of green and red on the cot.
It was strange, off-putting, deeply wrong to see Tanjiro's sun-like light extinguished and gray like this. And simultaneously it felt all too familiar. He wasn't sure he could bear to see the light of someone like Tanjiro snuffed out again.
Something bumped his arm and jarred him from his catatonia.
Nezuko was beside him, smaller than usual, leaning against his arm without much regard to his personal space. He watched her for a moment and it occurred to him suddenly that, for a pair he'd literally pledged his life to, he'd spent almost no time with them.
She sat next to him for just a moment before she leaned forward to gently put a hand down on her brother's shoulder. She looked back up at Giyuu, bright magenta eyes shining. Somehow, he understood.
Giyuu grabbed a rag from a stack of towels one of the Kakushi had brought, and set about scrubbing the copious blood from Tanjiro's hair, face, and throat. Gingerly he turned Tanjiro's face to the side, worked at a crusted stain of blood on his jaw, turned it back to center again. Nezuko watched him carefully.
Since her time with Urokodaki she had taken to seeing all the humans around her as members of her own family. In Shinobu's gentle lilac gaze she saw her mother's face. In the master's, her father. Even Shinazugawa, though he drove her crazy, conjured visions of her petulant little brothers. But when she looked at Giyuu, all she saw was Giyuu. She wasn't really sure why that was.
She was tired. Exhausted, really. Watching Tanjiro's deep, even breaths made her own eyelids heavy.
The Kakushi's eyes were on them and Giyuu hardly noticed. He continued his work, gently brushing Tanjiro's blood-matted hair from his forehead, taking care not to move too much, as Nezuko had fallen asleep leaning against his arm.
X
Several days later, and Giyuu was a regular.
He was so naturally quiet it seemed he merely appeared inside the mansion like a ghost, to hover and haunt Tanjiro's bedside while he recovered. He often showed in the evenings, when the mansion had turned over to the night watch and most of the girls and the patients were alseep.
No matter how quiet he was, it seemed there was one person who always could tell he was there.
Tanjiro's bedside was surrounded by flowers and gifts. He supposed saving the lives of the wealthy Oirans and Madams of Yoshiwara meant handsome rewards. Giyuu was removing a wilted bouquet from a glass vase to replace it with a new bundle he'd recieved that day. Flowers of his type, the pinks and purples of primrose and hydrangea, always reminded him of his sister.
She'd come home from work with a little bouquet from time to time, when her meager wages allowed. Since their parents died no doubt she'd noticed Giyuu's meloncholic, withdrawn affectation. The little surprise was a small comfort, when faced with their reality as impoverished orphans, but he remembered it making him smile at the time all the same.
Another visitor announced herself, pushing the door open with a soft grunt and jarring him from his thoughts.
"Nezuko," Giyuu said softly as she entered. Somehow she always knew he was there, even if she, like that evening, had been elsewhere in the mansion. She smiled at him sadly and made another soft noise from behind her muzzle. Giyuu felt his heart lift.
"How's he doing today?" He asked. Again, she grunted, and climbed up to sit on Tanjiro's cot.
It was odd, perhaps just a result of the mutual understanding that comes with silence, but it seemed the longer he spent with Nezuko, the less of an enigma she'd become. Her hand was on Tanjiro's chest but her eyes were on him, shining. It was as if he could read her mind.
I miss him.
Giyuu nodded slowly. He knew the feeling well: missing a brother. All the more reason to cling to the ragged breaths that gasped in and out of Tanjiro's lungs.
He silently handed her one of the fresh flowers while he changed them out. Behind her muzzle she smiled like the sun, like her brother, and tucked it into her hair behind her ear. Giyuu almost smiled and handed her another. It went behind Tanjiro's ear, tucked into his hair by Nezuko's gentle, clawed hands.
Giyuu turned away and continued his work, but was quickly stopped by Nezuko grunting softly and frowning, almost petulantly. She tugged him by the sleeve of his haori until he moved slightly closer and pulled a third flower from the gifted bouquet, for him.
X
His visits to Tanjiro, therefore, became visits to Nezuko.
Sometimes she was sleeping beside her brother and would wake promptly when she sensed his presence. Did she have her brother's sense of smell, or was that just the result of the demonic blood that coursed through her? Sometimes she was in another part of the mansion, probably playing with the other girls. Every time, regardless of where she'd been or what she'd been doing prior, Giyuu could count on her being there when he was.
This particular evening, she was sitting on the floor beside his bed by herself, looking out the window when Giyuu entered.
"Hey, Nezuko." He greeted softly. She perked up right away, leaping to her feet to run to him. "How's he doing today?"
She hugged him tightly around the waist. He still hadn't quite gotten used to her lack of regard for personal space and stiffened, but she released him after only a moment. Her eyes were downcast.
"What's wrong?" Giyuu knelt down beside Tanjiro's bedside. "Is he okay?"
Nezuko grunted and grabbed a folded sheet of paper from Tanjiro's bedside to present to him. It contained instructions and prescriptions for Tanjiro's medications, a daily tracking list of vital signs.
He's gotten worse. Nezuko was saying. She pointed at the bottles of medication hanging from a pole beside Tanjiro's bed. There was an additional bottle hanging that hadn't been there before. According to Tanjiro's vital signs chart, his heart rate and temperature had been increasing in the last few hours.
"He has an infection." Giyuu said. Nezuko nodded. Giyuu placed the paper down and watched Tanjiro breathing. His face was sheened in sweat. Giyuu put his hand down gently against Tanjiro's forehead and was surprised at how scorching hot it was, even for his own naturally cool skin. Nezuko watched closely, her magenta eyes discerning and sharp. After a moment she poured a glass of water from a pitcher on Tanjiro's bedside and dunked a rag into it a little clumsily. Giyuu scooted slightly to the side to allow her onto Tanjiro's bed to hold the cold, wet rag against her brother's sweltering forehead.
I'm worried about him. Do you think he'll be okay?
Giyuu considered it for a moment. Really, he'd like the answer to that question as much as she would. But she was looking to him for reassurance. That didn't happen very often.
"Lady Shinobu is a very smart woman." He said, moving his eyes to whatever miracle drug she'd invariably mixed up just for Tanjiro. She'll make sure he's alright, he added, simply by offering Nezuko a subtle upward tick of his lips, not a smile, but not a frown either. She understood.
He wasn't often looked to for reassurance, for an opinion, or as a conversation partner. And by not often he really meant never. But over the weeks he'd found Nezuko to be perhaps the perfect conversation partner. The perfect one for him, anyway.
She never pressed him during his silences, as she had her own to match. Like him, she wasn't nearly as mute as she seemed, she just didn't often say everything out loud. But whether it was a result of a natural empathy, always in her from the time she was a human before Giyuu ever knew her, or perhaps a result of a demonic sixth sense, she always seemed to know what he was trying to say, even when he didn't say it aloud.
She sighed softly and nodded, mostly to herself. He watched her for a while as she moved the cold rag across Tanjiro's face, then set it back down and looked out the window instead.
If nothing else he understood the loneliness of being unable to express herself. Of not being understood. It must be lonely.
He stood.
"It's a nice night." He said. She looked up at him hopefully. He glanced toward the flowers on Tanjiro's bedside, wilting again. "Looks like we need some fresh flowers."
He held out his hand. Want to come pick some with me?
She grinned and leapt up to take his hand.
X
Nezuko missed the sun.
Life became much harder after she became a demon. But it also became much simpler. It seemed all her problems, everything that had been on her mind or preoccupied her worries, had been whittled down to one very simple task: survive.
She'd heard Tanjiro say before that demons are tragic creatures. She didn't always feel tragic. She felt strong, and yet incredibly limited. Powerful, and lonely. Nezuko's memories of her old life were hazy, scenes coming through the fog occasionally, then disappearing again. Her best, and favorite, memory, was walking with Tanjiro while they both did their chores, the cold winter sun on her face, chatting with him about everything and nothing. She and Tanjiro never ran out of things to talk about.
Now she struggled to even think of the word she wanted, let alone say it. Though Tanjiro had always been endlessly empathetic, and could usually read what it was she meant. But without him, it was like she was the only person in the whole world. If she even was a person.
So without the sun, and without the sunlight of her brother, the moon would just have to do.
Such was her thought process anyway, looking up at the near-full moon in the butterfly mansion's garden.
Beside her, Giyuu looked up, too.
"It's bright tonight." He commented.
Nezuko hummed. Giyuu seemed to always know what she was thinking.
Giyuu felt Nezuko squeeze his hand, then release it and make for the flower bed. She pointed at a bush of small white buds, gently poking the flowers with one of her claws. She squeezed her eyes shut, smiling a little mischievously.
"We better be careful not to pick any of the medicinal flowers." Giyuu agreed. Nezuko giggled. "What kind do you like?"
She hummed again. She would move a little down the line of flower beds, and he would follow. With her sharp claws she'd prune a few of the decorative flowers and hand them to Giyuu, who held them and followed her down the line.
"My sister used to love hydrangeas." He pointed at a flowering pink hydrangea bush. Nezuko followed his finger to the plant in question and moved to stand in front of it. "She liked the way they smell. She said the purple ones smell the best."
He fell into silence again, his throat now thick with emotion. He almost never brought up his sister, his sensei, or Sabito in front of anyone. In fact most if not all the current class of Hashira had no idea he'd ever had a sister at all, and likely only knew of Urokodaki through the lengths they'd vowed to go to on behalf of the Kamados.
Giyuu very nearly chuckled to himself. Leave it to him to find a demon to be his most reliable converstaion partner. His easiest friend.
Nezuko sniffed the nearest bundle of flowers, then turned her eyes that matched the flowers to him, grinning.
"What is that face?" Giyuu put a hand on his hip.
Nezuko didn't need her brother's nose to be able to discern the loneliness that came off of Giyuu in waves. She knew loneliness better than just about anything. And she'd just realized why it was that, unlike other humans, whom she saw as members of her own family, she'd only ever seen Giyuu as himself. He was already family.
Giyuu raised an eyebrow as he watched Nezuko pull bundles of the hydrangeas from the bush. She must like hydrangeas too, he thought.
That was, until he was tackled.
"Nezuko!" he chided sharply in surprise. She merely giggled, sitting firmly on his back, and set about weaving the little bundles of hydrangea into his hair. "Nezuko, stop that!" She thrust a twig of flowers into the ribbon he used to tie back his hair, as if in direct disobedience. "If we leave Lady Shinobu's garden in disarray, she'll kill me!"
He could only imagine her finding him here, covered in dirt and twigs and petals and flowers from her garden. What hell she'd probably rain on him then! She liked Nezuko too much to discipline her for it, despite her holding him hostage. Nezuko just giggled and filled his hair with more and more flowers. Giyuu was surprised when a few giggles escaped him, too.
At the sound of his laughter they both knew he was defeated. He sighed and let her finish her work, and by the end he was practically dripping in fragrant hydrangeas, sticking out of his ponytail, brushing back his bangs and tucked behind both ears, poked into the breast pocket of his uniform.
"These were supposed to be for Tanjiro," he emphasized. The smell of the flowers haloed his head. Errant petals dusted his hair.
We'll have to get more for Tanjiro, then! She nodded firmly, in a charmingly self-assured way, and went back to delicately plucking a few buds at a time from various bushes in the flower bed, as if he wasn't standing there covered in flowers, surrounded by memories of his own sister.
He sighed, smiled, and knelt down once again beside her to help, adorned now with his new Nezuko-approved hairpiece.
That evening, Tanjiro's fever finally broke. His room, decorated carefully by Nezuko and Giyuu, smelled so strongly of hydrangeas that, even in his sickbed, deeply comatose, he dreamed of them.
X
Though Giyuu was not inside the Butterfly mansion when Tanjiro finally came to, he could hear the commotion even across the gardens. He stopped to listen, hovering against the wall outside his window, chuckling at the sound of Tanjiro's friends rejoicing his awakening. His consciousness didn't seem to last long; he was asleep again within a few minutes, but it still felt like a weight had been lifted from his heart.
He didn't catch up with Tanjiro again until after they'd returned from the Swordsmith village, Tanjiro having gotten himself mixed up in yet another mess of trouble, something it seemed he had a special talent for doing.
Even once they reconnected, Giyuu never mentioned he and Nezuko's efforts to keep one another company throughout Tanjiro's coma. Still, he figured Tanjiro might have a few hints. Not much got past that kid, when it came to his sister. Tanjiro knew somebody must've been reponsible for dilligently changing out the water in his flower vases, for organizing the letters near his bed, for stacking the bento and sweets boxes he'd received as gifts from the Oirans.
He wasn't positive it had been Giyuu. But he'd had the strangest dream, about hydrangeas and the sound of his sister's laughter. And he swore, though he never mentioned it, that whenever Giyuu was near, he could smell those flowers again.
Probably because of the small, pressed hydrangea bloom, once a part of his 'hairpiece' that Giyuu now carried always in his breast pocket.
We all know that Bruce uses the āBrucie Wayneā persona (sometimes to a ridiculous degree) to protect his identity as Batman. And while I love Brucie, I would like to propose an inverse. Where Bruce doesnāt put much energy into his playboy persona because he leans more into the cryptid aspect of Batman.
Bear with me for a moment.
Those familiar with the Batman fandom are likely aware of the concept where the people of Gotham believe Batman and Batkids to be this cryptid-demon-bat-creature thing that sprouted out of the ground one day to beat up criminals. And they grow to accept it because why wouldnāt they? Gothamites are built different. #onlyingotham
And I would love to see an alternate universe where Batman hears these rumorsā¦ and embraces them. Making Batman appear even more like a Creatureā¢.
Heās not actually supernatural, heās very much still human. But people donāt need to know that.
Let his costume have claws, give him a full mask that obscures his human features. Have him construct gadgets that allow him to cling to walls, give him shoes that let his feet stick to the ceiling like a genuine bat. Some iterations give him a voice modulator to disguise his voice; take that a step further and have it copy and mimic sounds and voices. Let him use smoke pellets or something to subtly create a fog to confound and jumpscare people.
I mean, come on. Bruce has picked up a lot of niche skills and knowledge when training abroad all those years. In the DCAU, he trained under Zatara to become an escape artist. There must be so much more he could pick up from a magician.
And honestly, this would arguably strike more fear into the hearts of criminals. Correct me if Iām wrong, but people tend to have a different fear response if they believe they are being hunted by an unknowable eldritch horror compared to something more tangible and familiar like a man in a bat costume. We got to remember that Batman isnāt just a vigilante, heās also a symbol. A living reminder to the cityās crime and corruption that, as long as heās around, their actions will now have consequences.
Plus, Batman is already a Dramatic Bitchā¢ and lowkey a theatre kid. He can be an Eldritch Horrorā¢ as a treat.
Did you know, that certain (not all) species of macaque give each other kisses. But unlike humans, itās not necessarily a romantic thing. Rather itās a form of socializing and way of showing comfort and affection, like a hug.
Iām just imagining a scenario during the Brotherhood era. Wukong is feeling down for one reason or another, so, to console him Macaque gives him a peck on the lips.
Wukong immediately freaks out because heās only familiar with the human definition of kissing and has no clue on how to respond in such a situation. Meanwhile, Macaque is just so confused because it was just a kiss, Wukong, I was trying to make you feel better.
OR both monkeys understand platonic monkey kisses but the rest of the brotherhood doesn't
So when they do it in front of the brotherhood, they accidentally trick everyone into thinking they're in a relationship when they very, very, are not.
Did you know, that certain (not all) species of macaque give each other kisses. But unlike humans, itās not necessarily a romantic thing. Rather itās a form of socializing and way of showing comfort and affection, like a hug.
Iām just imagining a scenario during the Brotherhood era. Wukong is feeling down for one reason or another, so, to console him Macaque gives him a peck on the lips.
Wukong immediately freaks out because heās only familiar with the human definition of kissing and has no clue on how to respond in such a situation. Meanwhile, Macaque is just so confused because it was just a kiss, Wukong, I was trying to make you feel better.
i know most people have seen it but i cant emphasize how much this is literally my favorite breath of the wild clip of all time. also i can never fucking find this clip when i need it especially in high definition so here it is
im begging anyone who sees this post to prevent rapesexual, im begging you. no one will see this but if you do reblog to get the message out that these fuckers exist and dont deserve to exist
heres the flag so you can know who to fucking block, report and tell to fuck off
i dont want this to ruin the pride and help with self esteem of being lgbtq+ so a signal boost from larger accounts might be nice
@nemesis-hasatummblr @dustyp1xie @riff-is-on-a-fucking-crisis sorry for the tags but you need to see this (sorry if you already have but this is important)
WHAT THE F UCK????
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This is so nasty- litterally what the hell. This is the kinda shit that only perpetuates the notion of lgbtq+ people being predatory. This is like twitter maps part 2.
Being a rapist isnt a sexuality, its a crime.
Sorry for the tags, but we should absolutely spread this shit around, if this gets any kind of traction people will probably get hurt.
Let me just open your mind to an idea. Itās about about using chakra to walk on a vertical surface.
(And eventually dancing and cultural potential of said technique)
Since it was the first technique Kakashi taught team 7 I just brushed it off as pretty easy. Just like meh you learn the technique you got it.
But oh noĀ the technique doesnāt end pass theĀ āgraspingā stage. Actually, once you grasp how to do it then comes the actual training.
The technique just sticks the bottom of your feet to a wallā¦it doesnāt hold you upright. You would have to use all your muscles in your body just to walk up and down a wall.Ā
Imagine the abdominal and back muscles you need to walk down a wall. How you align your shoulders could throw you off balance. Your legs would need just as much conditioning as the rest of your body. Imagine the tension in your ankles holding your entire body at a very odd angle. And then you need to holdĀ onto that tension to walk down/up. If you waver you would probably break your ankles.Ā Ā
That body conditioning isnātĀ āautomaticā. You really would need to practice to build up that sort of physique. Ā
You would need to be in peak physical condition to actually pull off some of these basic techniques. Imagine other ninja admiring the physique of ninja who have mastered this technique. Imagine the contests between ninja to see who can perform and hold the most challenging poses.Ā
Imagine the CULTURAL potential!
Imagine those who take the technique a step further and dance. It would be incredible to see different villages having their own cultural style. Imagine the festivals. Imagine the costumesĀ and masks (because I have a feeling ninja wouldnāt want to be the center of attention at a festival without a costume) Imagine the potential for storytelling fights and village history.Ā
Konoha combines the technique it with a light show to mimic fire. Different lights for different clans, characters, and effects. Imagine the dancing with fiery hoops and twirling fire. Imagine actors actually spitting fire to mimic the Uchiha clan. Crackling black lights for the Aburame clan to mimic bugs. White lights with a deafening BOOM for the Hyuga clanā¦ Acrobatics could be used in place of trees. Just IMAGINE all the music, sounds, and effects around actors dancing around the set. Their diverse clan culture shows in the costumes as well!
KiriĀ incorporates mist effects (which is very convenient for switching between displays) Their shows are known for the suspense. The crowd can see the outline of monsters moving around in the mist. Characters pop out from the mist and then get grabbed back in. And of course itās bloodyĀ as hell.Ā
Suna is very popular for their colored sands and body paint. Imagine two actors sparring on the ceiling - each shaking off an āauraā of colored sand. Imagine an actor getting sliced with a kunai and red sand flies from the wound. Brightly colored ribbons fly around them as they spin and jump. Imagine each actor covering themselves in something sticky so by the end of the show theyāre a walking masterpiece of colors.
IwaĀ is known for their vivid rocky backdrops. Imagine the stories of finding hidden treasures within caves and exploration. These ninja often have the tallest settings and most breathtaking settings. Ninja scale up the rocks and fight along cliffs. Itās incredible to see their dexterity moving along uneven ground and jagged rocks.Ā
KumoĀ is known for their incredible display of swordsmanship and weather displays for their plays. Like Iwa they have rocky backdrops but their mastery of swords sets them a part in that respect. Theyāre amazing at mimicking weather. Imagine the snow and ice they include to decorate their scenes. Scenes can change on the dot bringing in booming thunderstorms or rolling sticky fog. And then they use actualĀ electricity for effects.Ā
Amegakure sets itself a part with itās towering structures and richly decorated āgrafittiā. Theyāre popular for literal parkour. Characters slide out of setting windows or from sewers below. Some blend into the buildings and are only noticed when they move into action. Imagine the assassinationĀ stories they can tell. Imagine the horror of running and ninja are hidden at every possible corner.Ā
Imagine the body conditioning needed to pull off these shows.Ā
JUST IMAGINE HOW GREAT DANCING WITH CHAKRA COULD BE.Ā
As we all know, Naruto is an anime notorious for its flashbacks. I remember being so annoyed at seeing the same flashbacks multiple times in an episode when I first watched it. So way back in July of 2017 I got curious and wondered how many flashbacks there were in total. And yes it took me almost 3 years to complete this. I watched every episode and tallied every flashback I saw and categorized it as well. And now as of July 2019, I have finally finished. And here are my findings:
18 flashbacks about Narutoās childhood/years in the Academy
47 flashbacks about Sasuke/Uchiha Clan
12 flashbacks about the conflict with Mizuki/Mizukiās life
56 flashbacks about the Land of the Wave Arc/Zabuza & Haku/Inari & his Dad
21 flashbacks about Itachi
23 flashbacks about the Sasuke Recovery Arc
10 flashbacks about the Uchiha Massacre
12 flashbacks about Kimmimaro
3Ā Ā flashbacks about the Kyuubi Attack
11 flashbacks about the Third Hokage
7Ā flashbacks about Iruka/his childhood
3Ā flashbacks about Kyuubi sealed into Naruto/Narutoās birth
22 flashbacks about Naruto saying inspirational words/speech
44 flashbacks about Team 7 or members of Team 7
10 flashbacks about Naruto training
12 flashbacks about Naruto having moments with others
31 flashbacks about Naruto & Sasuke having fights/moments
19 flashbacks are misc or I donāt know how to place
98 flashbacks about the Chuunin Exams
32 flashbacks about Team Gai or members of Team Gai
9Ā flashbacks about Sakura & Ino (their friendship)
22 flashbacks about Orochimaru
24 flashbacks about Hinata & Neji
20 flashbacks about Team 10 or members of Team 10
36 flashbacks about the Sand Siblings & their childhood
35 flashbacks about Jiraiya & Tsunade/their childhood
30 flashbacks about Team 8 or members of Team 8
9Ā flashbacks about Idate Morino/his childhood
5 flashbacks about Land of Rice Feilds Investigation Mission/Fuuma Clan
7 flashbacks about Kurosaki Family Removal Mission/Ranmaru & Karashiās past
3Ā flashbacks about Gosunkugi Capture Mission
14 flashbacks about Cursed Warrior Extermination Mission
5Ā flashbacks about Anko/her past
6 flashbacks about the Kaima Capture Mission/Isaribi & her life
24 flashbacks about the Star Guard Mission/Sumaruās Past and family
6 flashbacks about the Peddlers Escort Mission
18 flashbacks about the Konoha Plans Recapture Mission
13 flashbacks about the Yakumo Kurama Rescue Mission
10 flashbacks about the Gantetsu Mission/Todorokiās past
6 flashbacks about the Menma Memory Search Mission
6 flashbacks about the Sunagakure support Mission/MatsuriĀ
The grand total of all flashbacks is: 791
So yeah, thatās how many there are. Some of them were rather difficult to decide if it was a flashback or not but I think I did pretty well. Now Iām onto the real challenge-Shippuden. If I donāt upload another list by 2021 then Iām probably dead.
