The Rule of Uchiha
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The Rule of Uchiha
Chapter 1
Konoha, a country surrounded by thick, misty forest and narrow inlets of water, is governed by the honorable family of Uchiha. For hundreds of years, their blood thirst and ruthlessness have allowed them to rule over this land with absolute tyranny, recently exemplified by the Saku Massacre, instructed by Prince Itachi, first in line to the Uchiha throne.
The City of Saku was a famous tourist town situated at the northern border of Konoha, known for its beauty of eternal sakura blossoms. During a trip to Saku 10 years ago, at a mere age of 15, Prince Itachi discovered the city major has been privately auctioning the seedlings of these famous Konoha sakuras in the black market, and sequentially ordered the major’s entire household to be executed, the sakura forest to be re-planted within royal property, and lastly burned down the whole city.
Never, never does a Uchiha hesitate to eliminate something that poses as a threat to the royal bloodline, no matter how small it is.
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“Naruto!!” a pink figure scrambled towards a blond boy napping lazily under a deluge of leafy canopy.
“N..Naruto, I heard! Why didn’t you tell me?! I thought we were best friends!”
The blond slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of crystal blue gems. He quietly studied his so called “best friend”. Yes, perhaps she is. To be precise, she is his only friend. Naruto is an orphan, a street rat, or whatever other names the town people call him, and Sakura is the only person who cares to talk to him or even associate with him.
He understands. After all, there are no words to describe the hardship of living in a sprawl, let alone giving spare food or shelter to an orphan. Naruto did everything he can in order to survive the last 10 years of living in the sprawl: stealing, fighting, blackmailing…etc. And now, for the first time, he is about to sell his body, his soul, his everything.
Glancing at her floral pink hair and pink tunic dress, the corner of his mouth graciously curved into a weak smile. “Hi, Sakura, did Ino tell you? I bet she’s been eavesdropping at her grandpa’s elder meeting again”.
“It’s true then. The sprawl’s elders sold you to the royal palace for higher rationing this year”.
“Sakura….”.
“Don’t you know what it means to be a slave at the Uchiha Palace?! You would no longer be human, but a tool! They own your body, your mind, everything! You live by their commands and order. You won’t even be able to die without their permission! H..How…could they….t…to you……?” Her last few sentences were masked by her sobbing, and Naruto could barely make out her words.
Naruto tilt his head, waves of blond tresses shadowed his face. “Look around us, Sakura, this is a barren land, and the soil is anything but fertile. We Saku people have no skills other than caring for sakura trees and tourism. For the past 10 years we’ve been struggling to survive in this deadland, and we were ordered not to step outside of this area. What else can the elders do? It is for the best….”
Pausing a moment, eyeing the pink-hair girl’s damp cheeks, Naruto continued.
“Sakura…it’s ok….I’m glad I can actually make some use out of myself. Everyone’s happy, isn’t it? Besides, the palace only takes in attractive people, and I’m kind of glad I can be labeled as such.” A sad smile appeared on the blond’s face.
“So please, Sakura, don’t cry”. His tan arms gently pulled the trembling girl into a right hug.
“N..Naru..to…….Baka…..”
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Barefoot, Naruto and other new slaves walked down the marbled path leading to the slave’s bath house, escorted by guards. It is late autumn, coldness seemed to gush from the cold tiles due to his lack of footwear.
The new slaves have been ordered to cleanse themselves thoroughly and assemble at the northeast courtyard of the palace for a grand presentation.
Everyone of the royal lineage and high-ranked officials are invited to this annual event, for this is the only chance to recruit new slave because it is against Konoha law to take on slaves privately.
Behind the heavy doors of the bathhouse, revealing a massive pool of steamy water. Naruto and others hastily shed their ragged clothing and made their way into the warm pool as if this may disappear as a mirage.
“Hey blondie, can you wash my back for me?”
Naruto turned his head in one swift motion to see who was the jerk that referred to him as “blondie”, causing a couple water drops to land in the eyes of the speaker.
“Hey hey, careful, would you? Geez, don’t glare at me like that. ‘Blondie’ is better than ‘hey you’ right?” said the owner of the voice.
Swallowing a series of cussing he learned at the sprawl, Naruto silently studied the dark-hair figure in front of him. Pale, two red triangular markings on his face. The sharp eyes and the long fangs depicted wild, rebellious nature in the boy in front of him.
“I’m Kiba from the Inuzuka clan of the Southern Ancient Highland. What’s your name blondie?” The dark-hair boy broke the award silence; the red markings bent by a slight smirk.
“The Southern Ancient Highland!?” Naruto was shocked. The Southern Ancient Highland is the territory of those who bowed or lost to the Uchihas when this land was conquered hundreds of years ago. It is said that the tribes on the highland have completely diminished overtime due to the fierce weather and monstrous animals in the area.
As if reading Naruto’s thought, Kiba’s smirk turned into an amused chuckle. “We’re not extinct, although our population has decreased drastically in the past hundreds of years. Just so you know, I am not the only person from the highland in here. There is also Neji from the Hyuuga clan” pointing to a boy with silvery eyes. His long black hair pooled around his delicate features.
“So…are you going to tell me your name?”
“Ah…I’m Naruto from the Northern sprawl.” He answered half-heartedly, thinking about the potential misfortunes all of the slaves share. It is commonplace under the Uchiha rule. More than half of the people in the country live in fear and poverty, while the rest are royalties and their numerous despicable lap dogs.
And now, he will be labeled as such…devoid of freedom and self-existence.
Just a lowly, unworthy slave.
Konoha, a country surrounded by thick, misty forest and narrow inlets of water, is governed by the honorable family of Uchiha. For hundreds of years, their blood thirst and ruthlessness have allowed them to rule over this land with absolute tyranny, recently exemplified by the Saku Massacre, instructed by Prince Itachi, first in line to the Uchiha throne.
The City of Saku was a famous tourist town situated at the northern border of Konoha, known for its beauty of eternal sakura blossoms. During a trip to Saku 10 years ago, at a mere age of 15, Prince Itachi discovered the city major has been privately auctioning the seedlings of these famous Konoha sakuras in the black market, and sequentially ordered the major’s entire household to be executed, the sakura forest to be re-planted within royal property, and lastly burned down the whole city.
Never, never does a Uchiha hesitate to eliminate something that poses as a threat to the royal bloodline, no matter how small it is.
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“Naruto!!” a pink figure scrambled towards a blond boy napping lazily under a deluge of leafy canopy.
“N..Naruto, I heard! Why didn’t you tell me?! I thought we were best friends!”
The blond slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of crystal blue gems. He quietly studied his so called “best friend”. Yes, perhaps she is. To be precise, she is his only friend. Naruto is an orphan, a street rat, or whatever other names the town people call him, and Sakura is the only person who cares to talk to him or even associate with him.
He understands. After all, there are no words to describe the hardship of living in a sprawl, let alone giving spare food or shelter to an orphan. Naruto did everything he can in order to survive the last 10 years of living in the sprawl: stealing, fighting, blackmailing…etc. And now, for the first time, he is about to sell his body, his soul, his everything.
Glancing at her floral pink hair and pink tunic dress, the corner of his mouth graciously curved into a weak smile. “Hi, Sakura, did Ino tell you? I bet she’s been eavesdropping at her grandpa’s elder meeting again”.
“It’s true then. The sprawl’s elders sold you to the royal palace for higher rationing this year”.
“Sakura….”.
“Don’t you know what it means to be a slave at the Uchiha Palace?! You would no longer be human, but a tool! They own your body, your mind, everything! You live by their commands and order. You won’t even be able to die without their permission! H..How…could they….t…to you……?” Her last few sentences were masked by her sobbing, and Naruto could barely make out her words.
Naruto tilt his head, waves of blond tresses shadowed his face. “Look around us, Sakura, this is a barren land, and the soil is anything but fertile. We Saku people have no skills other than caring for sakura trees and tourism. For the past 10 years we’ve been struggling to survive in this deadland, and we were ordered not to step outside of this area. What else can the elders do? It is for the best….”
Pausing a moment, eyeing the pink-hair girl’s damp cheeks, Naruto continued.
“Sakura…it’s ok….I’m glad I can actually make some use out of myself. Everyone’s happy, isn’t it? Besides, the palace only takes in attractive people, and I’m kind of glad I can be labeled as such.” A sad smile appeared on the blond’s face.
“So please, Sakura, don’t cry”. His tan arms gently pulled the trembling girl into a right hug.
“N..Naru..to…….Baka…..”
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Barefoot, Naruto and other new slaves walked down the marbled path leading to the slave’s bath house, escorted by guards. It is late autumn, coldness seemed to gush from the cold tiles due to his lack of footwear.
The new slaves have been ordered to cleanse themselves thoroughly and assemble at the northeast courtyard of the palace for a grand presentation.
Everyone of the royal lineage and high-ranked officials are invited to this annual event, for this is the only chance to recruit new slave because it is against Konoha law to take on slaves privately.
Behind the heavy doors of the bathhouse, revealing a massive pool of steamy water. Naruto and others hastily shed their ragged clothing and made their way into the warm pool as if this may disappear as a mirage.
“Hey blondie, can you wash my back for me?”
Naruto turned his head in one swift motion to see who was the jerk that referred to him as “blondie”, causing a couple water drops to land in the eyes of the speaker.
“Hey hey, careful, would you? Geez, don’t glare at me like that. ‘Blondie’ is better than ‘hey you’ right?” said the owner of the voice.
Swallowing a series of cussing he learned at the sprawl, Naruto silently studied the dark-hair figure in front of him. Pale, two red triangular markings on his face. The sharp eyes and the long fangs depicted wild, rebellious nature in the boy in front of him.
“I’m Kiba from the Inuzuka clan of the Southern Ancient Highland. What’s your name blondie?” The dark-hair boy broke the award silence; the red markings bent by a slight smirk.
“The Southern Ancient Highland!?” Naruto was shocked. The Southern Ancient Highland is the territory of those who bowed or lost to the Uchihas when this land was conquered hundreds of years ago. It is said that the tribes on the highland have completely diminished overtime due to the fierce weather and monstrous animals in the area.
As if reading Naruto’s thought, Kiba’s smirk turned into an amused chuckle. “We’re not extinct, although our population has decreased drastically in the past hundreds of years. Just so you know, I am not the only person from the highland in here. There is also Neji from the Hyuuga clan” pointing to a boy with silvery eyes. His long black hair pooled around his delicate features.
“So…are you going to tell me your name?”
“Ah…I’m Naruto from the Northern sprawl.” He answered half-heartedly, thinking about the potential misfortunes all of the slaves share. It is commonplace under the Uchiha rule. More than half of the people in the country live in fear and poverty, while the rest are royalties and their numerous despicable lap dogs.
And now, he will be labeled as such…devoid of freedom and self-existence.
Just a lowly, unworthy slave.