[Uchiha Miroru]

Uchiha Miroru

Konohagakure No Sato

Genin

Uchiha Yutaka | 271 | notes

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Miroru collapsed onto the quilt she'd dragged out of her closet in one of the shared lawn spaces in the middle of the Uchiha clan compound, right up against an old, grandfatherly tree. A lot was going through that out-of-place red head, and being home for once meant she finally got time to think it all through. 

It'd been a wild year, really. A lot of missions- which was her own fault, she was ambitious and always looking for new tests of her skills and talents (necessary for the girl determined to be second best at everything)- and unexpected friendships discovered and other strengthened despite it all.

Itsuki- the skinny little Yamanaka boy that had been stuck to Miroru's heels like glue her whole life- had studied his butt off after her graduation and made it all the way to the Chuunin Exams with her! That was amazing! But the reality was starting to set in. A lot of the people she'd met, made friends with there- they were home now, too, and beholden to their own villages allegiances and politics.

She might have to face them on the battlefield later.

It was a lot. So she dropped onto the blanket, half rolled up as a pillow, and let the day wash over her, for now just... enjoying being around her clan. They might not all be related by blood- but she still felt like they were all family.

"Just don't give up on me! We can figure this out!"

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MISSIONS
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[Uchiha Yutaka]

Family, if one analyzed the word from a place deeper than just blood ties, seemed to sour on some tongues and sweeten on others. Some clans throughout the shinobi world were genuinely just large devoted families. Some were estranged warrior tribes that valued little over raw power. The Uchiha were perhaps somewhere dead in the middle. They could go either way at times, but as a result were deeply diverse.

Despite a reputation for being sufferers, no doubt a product of what potential lay dormant within the lot of them and how it came to be, the varied personalities and ambitions of such a large clan made it hard to group them one way or another. But, in some ways, that made them more like a regular family than most.

Yutaka had never subscribed to the whole pain and suffering thing. He was a generally happy man that took life as it came and did his best to remain content. Where he struggled more than anywhere else was in social situations. Be it lack of social experience, an innate predisposition for introversion, or just a genuine disdain for the subject, he boasted no great charisma nor stellar confidence.

But something about being holed up in the clan compound over the weekend tested that reclusive inclination, begging him to venture out.

It seemed, as he approached the courtyard near the heart of the complex, that his favorite shady spot had already been claimed. Initially, he thought to flee; to find another resting place free of the burden of human interaction, but something in his chest stopped him. A desire to hear and be heard by someone other than his wife and parents after a spell of solitude. So he approached.

Not far from the ancient tree was a carved stone bench that sat low to the ground and offered some solace from the sun overhead. The young man set a small basket containing various snacks to his side and began to busy himself with it in favor of actually making his presence known vocally. He quickly betrayed himself, however, with a low hum as he perused the selection of treats he’d brought with him.

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[Uchiha Miroru]

Uchiha Miroru

Konohagakure No Sato

Genin

Uchiha Yutaka | 230 | notes

"Did you bring enough for the whole class?"

A mature, female voice to Yutaka's side. Low, almost level with the bench seat. A glance would identify the owner of the voice- a squirrel-sized fox wearing a tiny ANBU mask, peering up at him quizzically from his side, opposite his stash of snacks. There didn't seem to be any actual expectation of treats- more, just an ice breaker.

This was one of the Bakenokawa, as Miroru had been proudly telling EVERYBODY since the Hokage had signed her to the village Fox Contract. She was never without at least a couple of the snoopy little scamps, and they had a presence in the village all their own, being a self-contained information network all their own (though that detail wasn't widely known). But in the Uchiha compound, they almost always meant the redheaded kid was somewhere nearby. Which, of course, she was.

"Enough what? Has someone got snacks?" Miroru called over as she rolled over and peeked. "Oh, it's Yutaka. Hi, itoko-san." The normally rambunctious girl sat up, wrestling her gangly limbs up and into a standing position to come over and plop down on the grass nearby. "How's it hangin'?"

"Just don't give up on me! We can figure this out!"

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MISSIONS
D - 0 | C - 9c/3i | B - 0 | A - 0 | S - 0