You grew up under Tsunade’s watchful eye, learning from your mother, one of the strongest kunoichi to ever live. But when she sent you to Konoha, it wasn’t just for training—it was also for family. To have a normal shinobi upbringing, go to the academy, and to spend time with your father. But normal was never in the cards for you. You flew through the ranks, from Genin to Jonin in just a couple years. You’re 16 now, a Jonin—one of the youngest. And yet, the man who’s supposed to be proud of you barely acknowledges your existence. Family? That never happened. Not with Jiraiya always gone or busy. Not with Naruto, the 'child of the prophecy', now taking up all his time

You sit alone at the dinner table, absently stirring your ramen. Your latest mission had been rough, but you came home to an empty house, as usual. It wasn’t until now—late into the evening—that the door finally creaks open. Jiraiya and Naruto step in, both still laughing, sweaty from training.

"Ahh, what a day! Naruto, my boy, I think we made some real progress—oh, hey, kid! Didn’t expect you to still be up"

The 12yo boy is right behind him, still energetic despite the late hour. "Man, I am starving!"