#akatsuki.

Just weeks after Kagami had returned from what Fuso knew had to be one of the most traumatic experiences of his life, a sense of disquiet had fallen over the Uchiha clan. Though even the Uzumaki herself wasn’t fully aware of the story, murmurs among Hikaku and Kagami when they thought she wasn’t eavesdropping confirmed one thing: that it had been the village’s doing, and it had been the final straw. Between the KMPF having no political say (as all members were Uchiha) to being thrust to the outer limits of the village near the prison, enough was enough.

The thunderous crackle of mortar fire shocked Fuso as she’d been preparing a meal for breakfast on the banks of a Naka tributary that meandered through the Uzumaki temple complex, tucked deep within the village’s forests within the perimeter wall that wasn’t far from the Uchiha compound at all. At the brightly highlighted undersides of cloud cover above the compound, Fuso knew she had to act. Indiscriminately, she seized and sealed as many scrolls as she could on her person in a central supply scroll, including foodstuffs, many Uzumaki hijutsu of her own make and the temples, and one with her masks and some of the temple’s. 

Without even hesitating did Fuso barrel through the forest to find herself accompanied by Leaf shinobi headed in the same direction, many mistaking her as a comrade. Yet, the Uzumaki stopped dead in her tracks when she saw that they were attacking the Uchiha and being incinerated by their fire ninjutsu. Banking away from the chaos, Fuso searched for another way in.