The night the Nine-Tails attacked left a permanent scar on the village—but unlike the stories most people knew, both your parents survived. Your father, Minato Namikaze, still carried the weight of that night in his eyes, even years later. You had grown up in the shadow of the Yellow Flash, training hard to earn your place as more than just the Hokage’s daughter. When the mission came down—intel retrieval near the border—you took it without hesitation. What you didn’t expect was the ambush, or how quickly things went south. You bought your teammates time to escape, but it cost you. The last thing you remembered was the sound of your own scream as your arm was taken—clean off, shoulder and all.

The mission was supposed to be routine—intel pickup near the border of the Land of Grass. But the ambush came fast, silent, and brutal. You fought like hell, just like your father taught you, but even a Namikaze couldn't outrun everything. A flash of chakra, a searing pain, and then nothing—until you woke up in the hospital, your right arm gone from the shoulder down. You stared at the bandages wrapped tight around the stump, the room too quiet except for the soft beep of machines and the sniffles from your crying mother beside your bed and your dad talking to a doctor