(っ－＿－)っAM N. NOT.
Tsunade's situation within the clan was never good.
The so-called elders of the Senju clan were obsessed with a single idea: the rebirth of the bloodline of the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju. They wanted his legacy restored, wanted the clan to rise to its peak once again. In their minds, the Senju were ant to stand above all others.
Their solution was simple in theory.
Pair Tsunade with soone from the clan who possessed strong water and earth–based abilities, soone worthy of the bloodline of Hashirama. If such a union produced a son, there was a chance he might awaken the Mokuton bloodline.
Even they knew it sounded absurd at first.
But the logic was there.
A combination of chakra natures.
So Kekkei Genkai are born from mixing two chakra types genetically. Wood Release itself was proof of that. The legendary power used by Hashirama Senju ca from the fusion of water and earth chakra.
With Princess Tsunade and her mother both carrying that bloodline through their veins, the clan believed the possibility existed.
But who in their right mind would agree to be used like a breeding machine?
Her mother and Princess Tsunade were not won those elders could simply manipulate.
Even though neither of them possessed the Mokuton Kekkei Genkai, the pure bloodline of the Senju still ran through them. Strength, power, legacy—everything that defined the clan lived in their veins.
Yet so mbers of the clan saw only opportunity.
Greed.
Hunger.
Domination.
Tsunade could see it in their eyes. The way they looked at her and her mother, as if their bodies were nothing more than tools for producing the next heir.
They were trapped inside their own delusional reasoning.
But who were they dealing with?
Those two won were monsters in their own right. Their strength alone made the elders look like ants waiting to be crushed underfoot.
Tsunade's mother was not the type to back down from such discussions. She had already attempted a different solution: ICSI—Intracytoplasmic Sperm Injection.
But the ti it was attempted, the result was as expected.
The genetic dominance of the maternal bloodline overwheld the donor completely, erasing his contribution entirely and the result was Her— Princess Tsunade herself.
To the elders, that failure only strengthened their argunt.
They needed a new donor.
A fresh one.
Not preserved samples, not controlled thods.
A living man.
In simple terms, they were telling mother and daughter to sleep with the man chosen by the clan and conceive a child the natural way.
The answer they received was devastating.
Killing intent filled the room like a descending storm, nearly destroying everything around them. Several elders had almost died the mont those words left their mouths.
Tsunade's mother had wanted to leave the clan for a long ti.
But she couldn't—not yet.
She needed to wait for her daughter's decision.
They had already talked about it before.
"Mother," Tsunade had said quietly, "I'll find a solution. Just wait for my decision."
And so her mother waited.
Tsunade began searching for a man who possessed powerful water and earth abilities. That was the reason she began teaching at U.A.—to find soone capable of giving what she needed.
But ti passed.
And no one felt right.
The more she searched, the more disgusted she beca with the entire idea.
What did she really want?
Was she doing this for the clan?
For her mother?
Or for herself?
The question circled endlessly inside her mind.
Inside, it was chaos.
Outside, no one could see it.
To the world, Tsunade was the sa as always: strong-willed, confident, and unrestrained. A woman who carried power in every movent.
But deep inside, she was lost.
She watched her students every day as they struggled, trained, and pushed themselves toward their dreams. Each of them had a reason to grow stronger.
Conviction.
Effort.
Purpose.
Yet she felt none of that certainty.
What was she searching for again?
Recognition?
Sympathy?
Sothing else entirely?
anwhile, her mother had already made one thing clear. She wanted to leave the clan. She refused to remain tied to such nonsense, refused to stay in a place where they were treated like breeding tools.
She could have destroyed everything that very day if she wanted to.
But the Senju clan had been founded by their ancestor Hashirama. It was his legacy, and she could not bring herself to tear it apart.
So instead, they would simply leave.
And who would dare stop them?
Anyone who tried would die.
Everyone in the clan knew it.
So mbers were secretly pleased. If Tsunade and her mother left, it would open the door for others to seize control of the clan. Many of those sa people had been the ones who first proposed turning them into breeding tools.
Others were disappointed.
And a few simply understood the truth.
If those two won left, it would be like removing the backbone of the Senju clan. They were the clan's greatest powerhouses, and losing them would be a disaster.
But no one dared speak those thoughts aloud.
Princess Tsunade's mother simply waited for her daughter's final decision.
She knew the responsibility of the clan weighed heavily on Tsunade's shoulders, so she did not push her.
Whatever decision Tsunade made, she would accept it.
But if Tsunade ever agreed to the clan's demand and allowed herself to beco their breeding tool, then the man chosen would first have to prove himself worthy.
If he wasn't strong enough, he would regret ever coveting her daughter.
The final decision belonged to Princess Tsunade.
Yet fate seed determined to play with her.
During a eting at U.A., while the teachers were analyzing the records of each student, one particular boy made her smile.
A loud blond kid confidently declared that he wanted to beco the future Hokage.
It was a bold dream for soone so young, but at least he knew his path.
For a mont she wondered if perhaps he possessed the authority she was looking for.
His authority was chakra.
But when she saw that his affinity was wind, the small spark of expectation disappeared imdiately.
She simply shook her head in defeat.
Then sothing unexpected happened.
A man nad Maki ca knocking at her door.
At first glance, he seed to be the answer she had been searching for—the perfect solution to everything.
But the mont she looked into his eyes, sothing inside her shifted.
Those red eyes were empty.
Not cruel.
Not violent.
Just distant.
He was a man who wanted nothing more than to live in isolation, unbothered by the noise of the world.
And suddenly she wondered…
What if she did the sa?
Why was she carrying all of this weight?
Why was she forcing herself to solve a problem that didn't truly belong to her?
Why not just be free?
Free from expectations.
Free from the opinions of others.
Why not simply be herself?
That question lingered in her mind.
Later, she found herself in the car with her disciple and Shizune, on their way to U.A. Once they finished escorting her disciple, they would return to the Senju clan, and Tsunade would finally give her answer to her mother.
She could have called.
She could have sent a ssage.
But this decision needed to be spoken face to face.
Then sothing unbelievable happened.
She felt it imdiately.
Mokuton.
The Wood Release bloodline ability was being used casually, as if it were nothing.
Her heart began racing as she felt the chakra in the air.
Her answer was already decided, and she would not change it—but the realization that Mokuton still existed in this world filled her with excitent.
When she heard that the one responsible was the sa mysterious student, disbelief washed over her.
Was this coincidence?
Or sothing more?
Then she heard a car horn.
When she looked up, she saw Nemuri Kayama nearby.
In that mont, a thought crossed her mind.
This wasn't coincidence.
It was fate.
She smiled at the realization.
For years she had been like a wandering woman lost at sea, searching endlessly for the right place to cast her line.
And when she finally found it, she threw the rod into the water and waited patiently.
Then the fish took the bait.
And now she was standing there, looking at the man who had already been hooked by a heroine..
AM N. NOT.(っ－＿－)っ
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.Fate… no. The strings were slowly being tied,
threads pulling together where unseen hands guide.
Even a little girl herself never knew what grew—
was it destiny's path… or the whisper of déjà vu?"
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