Zhuo Hua's mother is a lucky person. She was born in the Hyuga clan but she has no chakra, but as the eldest daughter, she does not need to be carved as a caged bird. She is also unfortunate. Even though she can make excellent waterwheels and delicious refined salt, people in the clan still ignore her. But fortunately she has a family who loves him.
However, with the frequent wars and the separation of families, her brothers died on the battlefield one after another, and her parents' backs became more and more stooped. Finally, when the last brother was about to be carved as a caged bird, she got married to a daimyo of the Land of Fire. That brother became the clan and no longer had to go to the battlefield.
Zhuo Hua always knew that his mother was extremely beautiful, a kind of mournful beauty admired by nobles. Since he remembered, his mother's face always had a look of sadness, even though his father, who was from the Fire Country, defied all odds and made his mother the Empress of the West Palace, and often brought her family close to the palace to accompany her.
But in front of me, my mother is different. She will shut away everyone late at night, hold herself in her arms, and talk about how great her hometown is. I can feel that the home she is talking about is not Hinata.
She would tell me little stories about her hometown to lull me to sleep, such as the princes fighting for hegemony, the First Emperor unifying the world...
Finally, she died on a day when cherry blossoms were in full bloom...
I have always wondered why powerful ninjas are employed by ordinary nobles who do nothing every day?
Even if I am one of them, but in that case, then become the knife in my hand. After all, I have half of your blood, right?
Intention: May the red fire rise slowly in the other world