🌸Warring States Period Fan
Shen Wei wore it twice.
For the first time, a modern petty bourgeoisie became the legitimate daughter of a minister, and in eighteen years she developed a well-behaved and embroidery skills.
The second time, I was involved in an assassination attempt with my best friend and fell off a cliff. I woke up lying in a dilapidated thatched hut from the Warring States Period.
There are no fine clothes and fine food here, only rice soup that is so thin that people can be seen.
There are no embroiderers or maids here, only the old woman who collects medicinal herbs and the five-year-old Kenta.
She used her hands—hands that had never been touched by spring water—to make fans, dye fabrics, and embroider flowers.
Sell them by the handful and survive one meal at a time.
She asked Kenta: "Who is there in this village?"
Kenta said: "There are ninjas, the kind that can breathe fire."
She silently wrote down two names: Uchiha and Senju.
Then she met someone.
He has black hair and black eyes, and his robe is embroidered with a fan pattern.
He stared at the fan in her hand for a long time.
——You did it?
--Yes.
——What's your name?
She thought for a while and said: Ruyi.
Always the same
Purpose: After reading a lot of Naruto fan fiction, I never had the courage to write it myself. This time I mustered up the courage to write it for my favorite character, Uchiha Madara, but I set him to appear relatively late.