The Healing Kunoichi || (Tobirama x OC) [COMPLETE]

Chapter 1

Mari's POV

It has been nineteen years since that horrifying night when my old village was abandoned and destroyed. There were no survivors except the four-year-old young me. This concludes that I am now twenty-three years old, living in a village with a system that takes strangers in who have no village or a clan. Yes, I was a homeless child. The people from this village found me back then; sleeping on a bush in a pool of blood.

A cruel night for a little girl, the last surviving individual from that annihilated village.

Right now, the village that rescued me is my home. My only refuge. To say that I cannot remember the memories I had back in my old and forgotten village is true, much to my dismay. I do not even remember my own parents' faces, but all I can remember is the day I was found on that one horrific night. It was years ago, so I can't blame myself for forgetting. But... how could I forget such cruelties?

"Miss Mari!" A voice perked out of nowhere. My closest friend, Hanaji came running carrying buckets of water already spilling on the floor. She was grinning from ear to ear beautifully. Hanaji had black hair with brown eyes. She was wearing a white yukata with a flowery design painted on the sleeves, a ribbon tied tightly on the front, and a pink headband on the top of her head.

Hanaji was five years old when she was found and taken in by this village. Her past life was saddening. All because she was so different from her clan that they treated her as an outsider to the point where they kicked her out simply out of dislike. Thus, the people in this village found her crying as young Hanaji walked carelessly on the dangerous road. Hanaji was so thin and scrawny that she needed medical assistance to nursing her back to her once-healthy self. And so, the kind villagers took her here and made this place her home. Just like mine.

"Anything new, Hanaji?" I eyed her amusedly as I wiped my table clean, removing the dirt and spills of liquid.

Hanaji placed the bucket down beside the table with little grace, not bothering she was adding more spills of water on the floor. "I'm moving in to work in the infirmary tomorrow."

I took my eyes off the table and stared at her with contentment, even surprised by the sudden news. "Really? The elders promoted you?"

"Yes! I get to work with you now. I'm so happy!"

That in itself was great news. "Oh, amazing! Let's call tonight a celebration." I grinned as I patted her back with glee. Pride swelled in my chest at the thought of having my friend working near me now.

Hanaji giggled excitedly as she hugged me. "I've already planned where to eat. Are you up for tonight's event?"

I let out an excited squeal. "Absolutely!" The thought of food made my stomach rumble. The night is coming, I can finally have my fill.

This village is called 'The Roots'. A name with much more meaning than people thought. This is where we belong and started our life, where we plant our seed in this territory to prove that we have a home. We are the roots of this village that still stands firm, with our unity and love spreading from one person to another. Because for centuries, settlers within this village took people from far away who are lost, in need of a home, and desired desperate care. Although the villagers only take people below the age of ten, it is still a wonderful place to grow for people who faced the same situation as me and others. Here, we learned to love and accept our past.

Everyone plays a significant role here. A single person needs to work not only to take care of themselves but of the village as well. It functions like any normal village out there, except it isn't. There are tasks and quests for everyone, and it is important to follow the rules and complete one's tasks.