Uchiha Hana

2. Fleeting Moments

Izuna and Sana's picture above....this makes me sad...😭
They would have been such a good family together.
But back to the story.

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Hana Uchiha didn't see how Haruto and Hashirama were even related. Hashirama was almost like a large man child, getting even more childish than her at times. He even got depressed for two hours when she called his Wood Style lame. She later apologized, feeling just a bit guilty when she saw how hurt he was, but her uncle seemed to find it all hilarious.

However all feelings of sympathy dissipated when she saw Haruto. He was training in the various routines of katas, but he smirked when he saw her approach. "Want to go a round, princess?"

Hana grit her teeth a bit at the nickname. "Don't call me that."

"Why?" Haruto blinked innocently, but she knew just how evil he was inside, "isn't that your title?"

"Shut it, treebark face," Hana shot back, crossing her arms. She smirked as she saw Haruto's irk mark, knowing better than anyone that he had yet to achieve anything in Wood Style like his father.

"I hate you."

"I don't care."

"One of these days, I will beat you up so badly, your ancestors will feel it—"

"Hn," Hana returned with the typical Uchiha response, tossing her head, "you can't touch me if you tried, usuratonkachi."

Haruto and Hana were both seven years old, tethering close to eight. They would soon be eligible to enter the Academy and one step closer to becoming full fledged shinobi.

Hana had not forsaken her dream to become a protector.

Madara was strict during her training despite pampering the girl in all other ways as possible and Hana would often collapse in exhaustion towards the end. Hana knew that she had not gained the Sharingan as of yet and as currently impatient to gain it, despite Madara's warning that gaining the dojutsu was a great responsibility and that it would take years to hone it to perfection.

In training, the little girl's eyes would suddenly shift from lighthearted to a hard gaze, her eyes narrowed in intense concentration. She became a different person while fighting, her short stature rendering her an advantage by striking her opponent below the waist and her slim arms and legs able to twist and turn away from attacks. Push ups and pull ups were used to strengthen her upper body and Hana would only grit her teeth whenever the pain would hit her again.

She could use both hands with ease, having trained since five to achieve it and becoming proficient with both hands instead of having one dominant one. Less weaknesses meant more of a chance to survive.

Yet despite such rigorous training, Hana Uchiha was still just a child. She enjoyed dango, she liked wrestling with Haruto, and she always skipped around the village with a bright smile on her face. The men and the women in the Uchiha district would stop to smile or ruffle her hair and Hana would only flash them a bright smile in return.

She was the pearl of the Uchiha district and if Haruto was right about one thing, it was that she was quite literally given a princess treatment. Part of it had to do with her adorable attitude and her ability to act as a cute child to get whatever she wanted, but the other part had to do with her father. Hana was anything but stupid and she did notice the whispers that would follow her about what a poor fate her father and mother had.

Hana always felt uncomfortable, not having the faintest clue of what they were saying and a lot of harsh glares accompanied Madara whenever he went with her.

The term, murderer, was given quite often.

However, Hana always felt comfortable when she was around her best friend, Kagami Uchiha. Kagami was three years older than her and already a genin and going on missions. He would always smile when he saw her and would tell her the most dazzling stories of other lands and frightening adventures. Hana's eyes would grow to be as wide as saucers as the curly haired Uchiha would chuckle at her expression.