#uzushio

[ultfreakme]

The lost children of Uzushiogakure

[cazador-de-sirenas]

10 things I would have liked instead of Boruto (this is NOT a dissing post!)

If you like Boruto, well, good for you? I simply couldn’t care less about it personally. However, there are things that I did totally care about, and I’m quite sad and disappointed they’re most likely never going to happen.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

1. Madara’s missing siblings

This is something I’ve always felt unfair. We got to know all four Senju brothers both by face and name (even if they’re just a leaf in the whole forest), but not the five Uchiha siblings. I’m not even asking for much, just give me a single panel of them with a name and I’d already be glad enough.

I was so iffed by this, that I named them myself in my Uchiha clan tree, following the common convention of naming all five siblings after the Northern Shinshu range. By the way, mothers would have been appreciated too…

2. Uzushio's lore

For being the home of one of the most influential clans in the series, we were only fed a few crumbs. Lore states it was destroyed, but barely anything is known about this village (my joke theory of it).

3. Sakumo Hatake’s mission

It’s difficult to believe how popular this character is for the very little we know of him. Yes, he’s Kakashi’s father, a supposed hero of Konoha until he fell in disgrace and offed himself.

That’s all, literally ALL we know! Which is not near enough. I keep hopelessly hoping that some day Kishimoto might write another anniversary oneshot for Sakumo, like he did for Minato.

4. Jinchuriki background

Ok, at least this one I’m sure many fans will agree with. Out of the nine jinchuriki, we only got decent story for 1/3 of them (Naruto, Gaara and Killer Bee). That leaves 6 people with nothing! Look, I’m not saying they have to be as fleshed out as the very protagonist… but c’mon, can’t you really give me anything?

This is one of the times that I deeply thank Studio Pierrot for at least bringing us the Utakata’s filler arc, and making Fuu showing up in the second chuunin exams.

5. The new Three-Deadlock

Sigh, so much for trying to sell us Team 7 as the new sannin… In reality? Meh, not so much. Listen, I’m partial to Sasuke but I totally love Sakura, and I think they should have been given sage mode too. In fact, I never understood why Tsunade and Orochimaru never got it.

6. Hashirama’s and Mito’s family

Self-explanatory. Who the heck were HashiMito children/Tsunade’s parents? O_O

7. Kirigakure's bloody story

We don’t know how, why or when it began. Some theories attribute it to Yagura, but others appoint it to the third mizukage, whom we don’t even know the name of, less his personality.

If you're interested, I fan-named him here, along many other Naruto characters.

8. Origins of Hidan and Kakuzu

They are the only two akatsuki we don’t know how they ended up like that. It is said that Kakuzu was a Taki-nin that stole a forbidden jutsu and defected, but we don’t really know anything about his life aside that. Hidan is the same case.

9. The downfall of Konoha’s counselors

Those two crawling maggots, those two hypocritical cockroaches, those stinky rotten corrupted… yeah, you know who I’m talking about for sure, even without names. Danzou had it coming, but those two never got the karma fix they deserved! Ò_Ó

10. Legendary battles that we never saw happen

This soon will get a future post itself, so stay tuned! XD

EDIT: it's already done!

[oh-no-its-bird]

I second the oc for undeveloped clans anon. The Uzumaki is a point of interest for me with their fuuinjutsu and bcs I want a survivor other than kushina who can take care of naruto and teach him of his heritage(children of the sea and whirlpools)

The Uzumaki is such a fun clan to play with!! We're given both so much for them and so little, and also just like. Entire handfuls of fascinating implications that you can absolutely grab onto with both hands and run away with.

My favorite Uzumaki clan thing to dabble with is their connection to the shinigami-- who knows what fucked up death god shit they might have been playing with behind closed doors.

Not to mention the implication of them having bloodline limits (Karin) within the clan. It's clearly not a common one, as we dont see it again in any of the other few Uzumaki we meet (as far as I'm aware), and it makes me wonder if it came from them integrating other clans into their own in Uzushio. And if so, if there were possibly more clans with their own bloodline limits mixed and merged into the overall Uzumaki.

Honestly, working with that thought, I wonder if there's an AU out there where they married Hashirama to Mito in an attempt to merge the Senju into their village,, A backup plan for Konoha, which was still just a dream at the time-- if Hashirama couldn't make his own shinobi village, he would just join one of the only ones there was. Even if it means giving up being a Senju

Could be cute. Could be interesting.

[xo-queenievee-xo]

Uzushio clothing concepts- based on my hc than Uzushio was some weird mix of ancient Grecian and Japanese culture(for the most part)

the four concepts here are based off four characters of different ranks/status/roles within Uzu's official systems

first up is concepts based on my oc Mitomi and what she wears in the modern era in a world post Uzu's fall but based off of the island as its current 'kage' living in the leaf village (its a bit complicated but eh) her outfits reflect the changing tide and how one has to adjusts to the narrative as it comes

second is what Naruto would have worn had he been raised in the Uzumaki clan on the island as just a normal everyday member of the Uzumaki clan- i hc that the Uzumaki clan is the highest ranking clan within Uzu and thus his outfits while for everyday wear are still more elevated than that of someone from a different Uzu clan

third we have the looks that Uzumaki Yume(an oc) wore throughout her life and tenure as leader of Uzu- in her outfits we can see when the island would have started interacting more with the rest of the shinobi world because her clothes begin to adopt the looks of what would have been more common and suitable in the land of fire - also Yume's colors are what I consider the 'traditional' colors of the Uzumaki clan, those base primary colors in which 'everything' is built upon

finally the forth set of concepts belongs to someone in a advisor position, an aid to leadership or innovation, a clan elder someone who might not have come from a bigger clan but did accumulate some influence

as for what these looks would have been made out of cotton and linen- i imagine the Uzu has a fairly warm climate, but considering its location on the naruto world map I wouldn't necessarily say its tropical

as for why my hc is this specific mix... i just like the why the clothes can look combined and.. what little lore we get of Uzushio reminds me of Atlantis and greek mythology soo thats why

@thechesiremistress - since your comment on a different post mentioned this lol

[naruversemisa]

Hidden Uzumaki?? AU

I have a hard time believing that all uzumaki just up and disappeared into the world after uzushio was destroyed, most probably went underground and went into hiding in various places under various fake aliases, to that degree there probably were some uzumaki who went to konoha after they announced that they’d take in any refugee uzumaki, maybe the uzumaki went to konoha and just kept under their fake aliases and disguised appearances (non-chakra kind cause shinobi would see through it) so that konoha didn’t become a second uzushio when uzumaki started coming back together

for this reason i propose the au that Umino Iruka is the child of an uzumaki person or couple who escaped to konoha, because other than his hair and eye color he’s got the tan of any tropic island native, his loud personality can easily blend with the uzumaki loudness, iruka is a frequent of ichiraku alongside naruto, he was known as a major prankster as a kid which seems in line with uzumaki playful personalities, and his name literally translates to “dolphin of the sea,” iruka meaning “dolphin” and umino meaning “of the sea” the same way gaara is called sabaku no gaara translated to gaara of the desert

i can totally see dolphins being a kind of clan symbol or even a straight up animal summon common in uzushio since they’re an island nation

also it’s a pretty much agreed upon fandom hc that uzumaki have large quantities of chakra and struggle to control it as a result, which can kinda explain iruka struggling with ninjutsu as a student in the academy

he’s shown to have some understanding of sealing for the string light barrier ninjutsu he used (though it’s seen much more frequently in boruto than in naruto) personally i hc that he created or specialized the technique and eventually taught it to his students as part of the curriculum which would explain why it’s rarely seen in naruto but more frequent in boruto especially by students of the academy (idk how reliable this is since i never read the manga but the fandom wiki says the students using the technique is special to the anime, so you could also just throw boruto out the window and say it’s iruka’s special sealing thing he taught himself and no one else)

uzushio was called the “village of longevity” and are known for their vitality which i think can explain iruka being able to keep up with higher ranked shinobi despite being only chunnin, of which is not common from what i could tell i also just think it’s funny he’s an honorary jounin in a group of famous ppl like kakashi and gai so we’re gonna take that as him being jounin level

idk what the connection between chakra sensors and uzumaki is if there even is one beside karin but i do think iruka being some kind of sensor type explains him always effortlessly finding naruto when it’s shown how naruto evades others of much higher rank and skill when he wants to

it’s stated that his parents died during the kyuubi attack that naruto was born in and he was pretty young then (prob early teens or preteen) so i can imagine if he had uzumaki features he’d have already grown up on the norm of hiding them but not been old enough to be told the truth of why

if he ever finds out then i imagine it’s by going through old stuff with his parent’s things with the info tucked into a corner alongside any valuables, or maybe he even meets karin or another sensor who feels his chakra and is like hmm this feels familiar

maybe he’s not even uzumaki necessarily, it’s possible to think he’s just a descendant of someone from uzushio who was part of a vassal clan of the uzumaki, which would explain away his non-uzumaki features

if we go down this route than we can view the “Umino” clan as being similar to the inuzuka clan with animal companions, specifically dolphins

previous reasons for him being uzumaki can still be recycled for why he’s ethnically from uzushio

this solution would explain kushina’s lacking connections in konoha, with the exception of mikoto, compared to minato who everyone seems to know personally especially since as his wife and high ranking shinobi she would have interacted with them frequently, as well as her seeming disinterest in uzushio as a cultural heritage and her people

kushina could have been discreetly in contact with several uzumaki or uzushio people in konoha, shinobi or civilian, under various disguises and just not been as invested or have time for minato’s friends or her own shinobi social circles when her lost family were right there for her to be with instead

it makes sense for their interactions to be discreet too since the uzumaki/uzushio people would have to keep their identities hidden from others and interacting regularly with a publicly known uzumaki would turn heads, plus kushina as the jinchuriki prob wasn’t well received by the civilians so from this angle too it makes sense to not be seen together so that the civilian ire wouldn’t be tracked on to already struggling and disguised uzushio families

this is now me being entirely self indulgent but i think it would also be really sweet and cute if kushina visited the disguised uzumaki/uzushio families in a matching disguise as a subtle connection to say they’re still family even if they’re in hiding

imagine kushina occasionally visiting iruka’s family and was a sort of auntie or sister figure to him growing up, and he assumed she died during the kyuubi attack like his parents when he couldn’t find any records of her whereabouts (which he wouldn’t have been wrong)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ everything from here is me just going off the rails so feel free to ignore lol ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

also who’s to say there wasn’t a reason obito reminded kushina so much of herself and has such a different personality compared to other uchiha, maybe one of his parents was an uzushio refugee that kushina didn’t know about cause they married into the uchiha clan and died before obito could ever get to know them since he grew up an orphan

i don’t want to say this is because he’s part uzushio since uchiha also have high vitality but i do think his struggles with ninjutsu as a kid could be explained by uzumaki chakra quantities and it is kinda insane how many times he sorta not-dies in canon if he was just a regular shinobi in the academy before meeting madara, maybe madara somehow knew he was part uzushio and that’s why he chose obito to bring about his plan

because how else would a regular uchiha be on the same power levels as an uchiha who’s the literal reincarnation of Indra, a sorta demigod

kinda going in circles trying to make everyone i don’t know the parents of from uzushio lol but we don’t know gai’s mom, and she could have been from uzushio too, plus gai’s summons are tortoises and we don’t know where he got them from either, so it is possible that gai’s mom was another uzushio shinobi and possessed the turtle/tortoise summon scroll before coming to konoha and marrying gai’s dad and dying somehow, or maybe gai’s dad is the one with uzushio roots though if that’s the case i imagine his parents or grandparents had moved to konoha as civilians before uzushio was destroyed and gai’s dad grew up fully thinking he was just another konoha shinobi with a civilian family, or both

[gluestickv]

Tsunade Headcanon

I hc that she’s FREAKISHLY good with sealing but doesn’t do it often bc yk… reminds her of her dead clan-

When jiraiya was learning sealing, she would come over randomly and correct his work like it was nothing and would walk off. This would make jiraiya spiral because ‘holy crap I’ve been working on this for weeks and she just?? Figures it out??’

Imagine she was taught by mito from the time that she could put ink on paper how to seal. After the uzushio massacre, that she HATED seeing anything remotely close to sealing.

It’s only until after the war that she finally thinks she’s able to do what she used to with her grandmother. She is still as good as she remembers but the first couple of times she tries, she leaves tear stains on the scrolls shes working with.

[theglamorousferal]

Some Uzushiogakure/Danny Phantom shit for y'all

What if Kushina felt when the barriers fell at Uzushio?

What if it sent her sprinting as fast as she could towards her first home?

What if she made it, but after the city had fallen?

What if in her grief and rage as she sat amongst the blood of her people, her family, she activated a long forgotten seal buried beneath the city?

The blood seeping through crevices to channels, flowing down the intricate seal and finally dripping down into a tomb.

Drip.

Drop.

Her chakra, her rage, the power of the Nine Tails as he relishes in her anger shines like a beacon from the center of the village.

It too seeps through the cracks.

All the way to the tomb.

Bright green bursts through the cracks beneath the lid.

______________________________________________

Kushina's rage whipped a storm about her.

The rain hid her tears as it pelted her small form, knees scrapped from when she landed hard on them.

She screamed, bending forward until her bare forehead-

The threw it so hard it lodged itself in the column of the Gates of Konoha when they tried to make her stay.

was pressed to the ruined mosaic of the village center, pounding her fists against the ground.

A sudden chill, the heaviness in the air of someone holding carefully leashed power, and a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Child, what happened here?"

She jumps into a ready stance, a kunai in each hand.

"Who are you?"

Green. That's the first thing she notices, brighter than the leaves of any tree in Konoha.

White, then black. His hair floats as if in water and his armor appears ancient, older than the Warring Clans era. He wears no headband, but a circlet that appears made of ice. He is also floating about a foot above the ground and the rain seems to pass over him as though his mere aura kept the downpour away.

"I have many names, but of all I prefer Danny."

Kushina blinked. "What are you?"

The being, Danny, seemed to ponder for a moment. "I suppose the closest thing you would have here is a god."

That would explain the power and the fact my hair is all on end.

She licked her lips for a moment. "What are you the god of?"

"Protection, longevity," he pauses for a moment, uncertain, "Death."

"A shinigami?!" she hissed "I should have expected one to be here."

"Again I'll ask, what happened here?"

Kushina's face went entirely blank as she set her arms by her sides, hands still clenching the kunai in a white-knuckled grip. She looked out over the ruins of her birthplace, her home.

"Uzushio fell. I don't know yet who did it, I just felt the barriers fall and by the time I got here, it was deserted."

The being watched her, bright, bright, almost too bright, green, flickered across her, eyes settled on bright red hair.

"You are an Uzumaki, are you not?"

She jumped and turned back to the being. "Y-yes."

Danny grinned and began to float towards the Kage's office. "Well, not all is lost. It may have been a long time since I was sealed, but I should be able to find everything necessary. First I'll have to find the cardinal points seals to set the foundations back together, and then we'll get about the resurrection seals."

"R-resurrection seals?!" Kushina stumbled after him, entirely out of her element for once.

"Oh, yes, I forgot to mention, one of my many names."

"And what's that?"

A smile with too much teeth and vengeance behind his eyes turned back to her.

"Uzushio."

[minaa-munch]

I AM ONCE AGAIN BEGGING YOU TO WRITE FOUNDERS ERA MINATO

Please? 🙏🙏🙏🥺

A/N: Because you said 'please' :)

Uzushio wakes like a seal being pressed - soft, decisive, inevitable.

Before the shell-gong, before the sea-priests thread their sutras through the spiral bridges, there is already motion in the palace: bare feet on waxed cypress, runners breathing carefully so they don’t offend the listening wards, the low hum of the outer funnels where Uzushio’s great spiral seals hold water to obedience. The air tastes of brine and ink and kelp being unwrapped for kitchens. Even the paper walls swell the width of a thumbnail, breathing with the tide.

Minato is up before the house admits it’s morning. Not because he is disciplined (he is), but because Uzumaki Mito’s lattice has a rhythm that teaches your bones. In her household, time is not a clock; it’s a web. The web tugs, and you wake.

He moves through corridors that have been written into safety. Spirals carved into lintels. Tags tucked behind beams. A threshold that warms underfoot when you cross it - like the house recognizing a known cadence and choosing to be kind. Uzushio does not “decorate.” Uzushio authors. Even the air feels annotated, as if a careless thought could be corrected by the right hand seal.

By the second bell, he has already gathered the day’s weight: a lacquer tube sealed with oilskin (Mito’s brushwork inside, ink smelling faintly of tide and cinnamon), a ledger bound with red string, and a small bundle of straw cuttings Ryūsui obaa insists are “just in case the world decides to be rude.”

He finds Mito in the inner hall where the light is always water-colored.

She sits beside a low table covered in maps - coastlines drawn with the tenderness of someone who has argued with storms and won. Barrier nodes are marked in spirals and tiny notes in her hand. Her hair is braided and pinned in the heavy Uzumaki style - rope and authority, the same thing. The room smells of citrus oil and old paper and the faint smoke of seal paste cooling.

Minato bows because the room makes you want to.

Mito doesn’t look up from the map. “You’re late.”

Minato glances at the thin seam of dawn through the paper screen. “The second bell hasn’t finished ringing.”

“And yet you found time to argue.” Her mouth threatens a smile and refuses, because Mito, head of the great Uzumaki clan, does not reward cheekiness with softness. She rewards it with more work.

He sets the lacquer tube down, unrolls the day’s petitions, and begins reading Uzushio’s heartbeat out loud. Barrier maintenance at the seawall: one node along the eastern line has begun to dull - salt wear, phase drift, something that makes the seal’s response slower than it should be. A request from the net-makers for stronger preservation wards (fish continuing to rot out of spite). A complaint about a neighbor whose training tags keep drifting into someone else’s laundry and setting it on fire. A note from the Green Cord about kelp-pickle distribution (in Uzushio, politics by another name). Two apprentices asking permission to test a new correction loop on a copper lattice.

Mito listens with one hand on the map, fingers splayed over a node like she is holding the island steady by touch alone.

“Seawall first,” she decides. “Take the blue ink. And bring back whoever signed this.”

Minato reads the name and suppresses a sigh. “That’s the elder who still insists barriers should be powered by ‘the will of ancestors’ and not ‘whatever nonsense you young people are scribbling.’”

Mito finally looks up - violet eyes calm, sharp, amused. “Then he’ll enjoy watching you scribble while the ancestors keep the tide out.”

Minato accepts the petition like a mission order and not an omen, tucks it into his sleeve, and leaves the hall.

The palace exhales behind him and Uzushio opens up ahead.

Outside, the village is all rope bridges and red gates and salt wind doing what it always does - trying to steal your hair and your patience. Spiral towers rise from cliff roads like statements. Nets hang between rafters to catch light and ripple it so everything in the galleries looks like it remembers water. Glass floats - emerald and blue - sway above courtyards, turning sunlight into moving scales.

Minato walks quickly without looking hurried. Ryūsui obaa taught him how to fold speed into etiquette without bruising the table. Mito taught him routes that belong to treaties, not victory speeches.

At the market, fishermen shout over the wind, hauling nets that glitter with silver. Dumpling steam thickens the air with sesame and warmth. An auntie scolds a child for “wasting good chakra paper” while the child trails tags like streamers, laughing as if consequences are fictional. Everyone is loud; everything is held.

He reaches the seawall by midmorning. Here, Uzushio stops pretending it is only a village and becomes what it actually is: a negotiation with the ocean.

Black stone hauled from deep water rises slick with salt. Spirals are carved into it so old the grooves have softened, and new lines are etched over them where hands have decided to add reinforcement rather than replace ancestry. When waves strike hard, the seals respond with a low hum you feel in bone before ear.

Minato kneels at the dulled node and presses two fingers into the spiral’s edge. The stone is cold. The sea wind bites. His blue ink smells sharp - mineral and clean. When he feeds chakra into the groove, the seal answers immediately, a quiet warmth rising like recognition. Not dramatic. Not showy. Just the sensation of something ancient waking and saying, yes?

He redraws the line carefully. He does not rush. He does not show off. Uzushio has no patience for seals that brag about symmetry; Uzushio prizes seals that admit wobble so mistakes can be eaten without poison.

The ink sinks. The spiral brightens for a breath, then settles, satisfied. The elder who signed the petition arrives halfway through the work, as promised by fate and bad timing. He watches Minato kneel in salt wind with an expression like he’s waiting for the “nonsense” to reveal itself as nonsense.

Minato doesn’t argue. He just finishes the stroke, stands, and lets the elder feel the node’s response with his own fingertips. The hum is immediate. The elder’s face goes stiff with reluctant approval.

“Ancestors,” Minato offers gently, because sometimes you hand someone dignity like tea.

The elder huffs. “And your blue ink.”

“And my blue ink,” Minato agrees, and the seawall - pleased with compromise - continues existing.

By noon he is back at the palace, fingers stained, robe hem salted. He records the seawall work in the ledger with neat, unromantic accuracy. He delivers Mito’s lacquer tube to the White Cord’s library hall where ink-minders sit like quiet sharks among scroll vaults, their hands always stained and their eyes always watching what power does when it’s written down.

His day is whatever Mito's decides to be -- and her day turns into a procession of problems that think they can become emergencies if they shout loud enough. She hears them all without raising her voice. She rules like tide: soft until you resist, then unstoppable.

Minato sits half a step behind her shoulder and becomes the quiet machinery that keeps the hall from cracking. He fetches the correct scroll, offers the right diagram, words decisions into the ledger so no one can twist them later. He watches lies try to sprout and trims them before they grow teeth. He catches a falling tray once, because even in Uzushio, gravity occasionally forgets manners.

When she finally dismisses the last petitioner, the room softens. Sunlight warms the paper screens into pale gold. For a moment, the palace feels like a house instead of a fortress of ink.

Mito takes tea, and Minato - because he cannot help himself - glances at the map again.

“The eastern line,” he says, quietly. “You’re reinforcing it.”

Mito’s fingers rest on the spiral node like an anchor. “A storm is coming.”

Outside, the wind sounds the same as always. The sea looks obedient. The gulls wheel like they do every day.

Mito’s voice remains calm anyway. “And not the kind the ocean sends.”

The messenger arrives before Minato can ask the next question. Salt-damp, hair whipped, eyes bright with urgency. He bows low enough to scrape pride off the floor.

“Lady Mito,” he reports. “A ship has entered the channel.”

Mito’s hand stills on her cup. “Our own?”

“No.” The messenger swallows. “The crest is Senju.”

The hall tightens. Not into panic - Uzushio doesn’t panic - but into readiness. Like rope pulled taut.

Minato feels it in the lattice first: outer wards shifting attention, watchers moving to the pier, the palace itself turning its face toward the harbor.

“How many?” Mito asks.

“A delegation,” the messenger says. “And - Senju Tobirama is with them.”

Minato has heard the name the way everyone has - like a warning embedded in a story, like winter-metal wrapped in principle. She sets her cup down with careful inevitability. Her gaze slides to Minato, assessing in one clean stroke.

“Go,” she says. “Bring the guest scrolls. Formal seals. The old spirals.”

Minato moves at once. He crosses the gallery where glass floats ripple sea-light across the floor. He passes the Sea Hall mosaic where mother-of-pearl spirals tell the clan’s migrations from sandbar to reef to island. The palace smells change as he runs - ink to cedar to salt to rain - like the building itself is preparing a vocabulary for visitors.

When he reaches the outer walkway, the wind hits him full in the face, cold and sharp, and the harbor opens below like a bowl of moving steel.

A ship cuts through the channel with the blunt certainty of land clans arriving somewhere wet. The Senju crest is bold on its sail. Figures gather on the pier beneath lacquered posts and fluttering banners: Uzumaki shinobi straight-backed, hands relaxed near weapons they hope they won’t have to draw.

The ship slows. The gangplank drops.

And then Tobirama Senju steps onto Uzushio wood like the concept of “permission” is something he intends to examine personally. White hair. Stern posture. Eyes that don’t flare - just calculate. His chakra doesn’t flood. It arranges itself like law.

For a heartbeat, he stands still and takes Uzushio in: spirals carved into stone, wards humming under planks, the way the island feels written rather than built.

Then his gaze lifts toward the palace.

Toward Mito’s red gates.

Toward the aide moving on the upper walk with guest scrolls under his arm, ink-stained fingers, polite posture, heartbeat steady as tide.

Minato feels, without drama, the clean click of attention landing. Like the first line of a conversation that could rewrite the shape of the world.