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She had always preferred her older cousin to the rambunctiousness of her brothers, the too loud and too dirty fools they were. She loved them all to death and would do everything within her power to protect them, as was her duty as their sister, be it younger or older. But they didn't understand that the body she was originally born into, was a mistake. It did not match her mental view of herself, and they did not understand that.
The younger two, it was understandable. They were young and not as aware of their mind and feelings as she was, despite being a child herself. The idea was also an uncommon one, so it did not surprise her when she told them that she was a girl in mind and heart, but unfortunately not in body.
But when it came to the eldest of the four of them, she was resentful. For he could understand. He could understand despite his stupid emotional blubbering she was suscepted to. As the eldest, and as the clan heir, he was more aware of the mind and heart than anyone their age should be allowed. But he wouldn't accept her as his younger sister, as she had been born a boy, so that made her his brother in his eyes.
The difference in how she viewed herself had driven a wedge between her and her older brother. To her at least. She was now much more resentful of her older brother, keeping him at arm's length. Her arms were kept close to her chest for her cousin and younger brothers, to let them see her as she was. Not the name she was given as the second son of Senju Butsuma, but as the one she had chosen for herself, Senju Tobirama.
The Senju clan was ingrained in the ways of the fool, of the ignorant. While they were open-minded to physical desire, as they let themselves loose to carnal desire to contain better focus on the battlefield, not wanting to face the embarrassment of sudden arousal in the field from the thrill of power and battle. They were not, however, of the mind that they could be born into the wrong body. Your body is your body, and that is your gender, from the day you were birthed to the day you take your last breath.
The body is a blessing given to you by the celestials, never something you can change. A body born is perfect the way it is.
Unfortunately, the Senju take that as saying you cannot change your gender as your reproductive organs define who you are. Just the biological sex, they don't see any deformities as part of the child, of whom others would say are perfect, based on the belief of someone being so right from when they are born.
Her father, only hours after she had been born, had already had the first attempt on her life. Taken from her slumbering mother's arms and thrown in a deep section of the Nakano River. And she had lived, rising from under the murky depths like an avenging spirit, water whirling around her tiny form like a storm. That was also the day she had first opened her eyes, revealing a red comparable to the Sharingan, gaining further ire and hatred from him.
The first hint she had gained to feeling uncomfortable as a male, was the concept of short hair. Nothing truly significant worth thinking over aside from wondering the length. But she was the one born with a curious mind far above in comprehension than her brothers. All she did one day was look in a mirror and wrinkle her nose at the mess her hair was.
His voice, small and the high-pitched fire crackle it was, whined. "What is this… thing ?"
"What do you mean, Daichi?" his older brother asked.
With a twitch at his given name, the small boy turned from the smooth, reflective surface in front of him. "This, Anija," he responded, pointing up at his short, white hair. "It looks like a rat's nest, worse than Elder Hideyoshi's tuft of hair."
"Don't insult the elders!" Hashirama scolded. "Besides, what's wrong with your hair? You look like a puppy!΅
He shuddered at the comparison. "Anija, no. Never again compare me to a dog."
Hashirama tilted his head in confusion. "Why not? Dogs are cute.΅
"Messy, excitable, loud, and destructive. I am much more partial to cats," Daichi snapped back. "Besides, that makes me want to change this mess of follicles and proteins even more."
"Huh?"
"Hair brother. They are terms that refer to hair."
"Oooooooooooh," Hashirama awed.
"I believe growing it out would be preferable," he hummed to himself. "It would not be much of a problem with the amount of practice I have with Touka-nee and Mito-nee."
"Mito-chan lets you brush her hair?!" Hashirama exclaimed, arms flailing like an octopus.
Daichi cringed, covering his ears. "SHUT UP!" he shrieked, cutting Hashirama off. "Yes, she lets me brush her hair. I asked her once to teach me as I was curious, and she showed me several things by demonstrating on Touka's hair. It's one of the reasons I have better dexterity than most people our age."
"Fine!" Hashirama huffed, crossing his arms and pouting. Silence stretched between the two before he spoke again. "Erm… could you… show me?"
Daichi snorted. "Grow your hair out and practice. I don't want you pulling my hair out with your poor hand-to-eye coordination."
"Hey!"
The younger of the two ignored him, looking at his reflection and twisting a bit of his hair between his fingers. "I wonder if you can apply iryo chakra to speed up the growing process," he muttered to himself.
"Don't tell me you're about to attempt something new right now. Father will be upset if you blow up a part of the house again."
Daichi snorted, again. "Iryo chakra will not blow something up you twat." He raised his hands to his head, focusing on his chakra, willing it into its healing form. An eerie teal, almost green color surrounded his hands as he touched them to his temple. The chakra seeped from his hands into his scalp as he slowly massaged his hands through all of his hair. After several rounds of running his hands through his hair, his concentrated face relaxed slightly.
"YOU ACTUALLY—" Hashirama shouted in amazement, but was cowered into silence by the icy glare he got from his younger brother.
Daichi could feel his head grow heavy from the continuously added weight of his now-growing hair. It tickled his neck as it fell down. When it began to feel like too much, he stopped. He looked in the mirror, and felt… enamored. Much freer. The bottom of his hair now brushed right up against the top of his shoulder. "This is so much better," Daichi said, smiling widely.
He flicked his wrist in a circular motion as a large glob of water coalesced above his hand before elongating and freezing, looking like basic kanzashi hair sticks. With practiced ease, he gathered up a majority of his hair and twisted it into a bun, sticking the ice kanzashi in to keep it in place. His reflections stared back at him with a high bun at the back with two clumps of long strands framing the sides, his bangs covering his forehead.
"You look a little like a girl, Ototo," Hashirama commented as he appeared behind his younger brother.
Daichi, still staring at his reflection, felt something click in his mind from that comment. "I guess I do," he mumbled. It was a thought to consider.
The second time was several months later when Mito and her sisters came to visit as was required for her courtship with Hashirama. The youngest, who had Tobirama wrapped around her finger, wanted to play a game where she was forced to borrow women's standard clothing from Mito. How comfortable she felt in it compared to her normal attire solidified the idea that she was more female in mind and heart than male.
"Daichi-kun, Dai-kun!" the little girl shrilled happily, tugging on the older boy's haori.
Daichi looked down and smiled. "Hello Himari-chan," he greeted, kneeling down and pulling the small red-headed girl into a hug. When he pulled back, the girl was looking at his hair, eyes sparkling.
"You grew your hair out!" she exclaimed her small hand reaching for one of the clumps of hair that were loose from the bun he had taken to wearing. Her fingers stroked through it, mouth open in awe at the silky feeling it held. "It reminds me of some of the star jasmine vines at home, the ones that glow like the moon!"
He chuckled, lightly ruffling her hair. "Yes, I grew it out."
Himari moved her hands to her hair and pouted. "I want mine to be long too! Aneue has pretty long hair, and I want mine to be like hers."
"Do you want me to grow yours out?" Daichi asked, sitting down and raising teal-green hands.
Himari's head almost snapped with how quickly she nodded it. "Yesyesyesyesyes!" she exclaimed, vibrating in place.
"Come on then, it shouldn't take too long. How far down do you want it to go?" he inquired, a small smile on his face.
Falling into his lap with an umph, she looked up at him and pondered for a moment. "I want it to go down to my lower back!" she said, stretching her legs out and laying them lazily on the ground.
"Alright, just know that it will take a bit of time to get used to the added weight," he warned.
"Hair weighs something?" she asked, slightly dumbfounded at the new information.
"Yes," he replied, chuckling lightly. "When I grew my hair out at first with this technique, I only grew it to my shoulders, as I believed doing it in increments would be better to adjust to the weight."
"Huh," Himari chirped. "Well, I'm an Uzumaki! Some stupid extra weight won't stop me!" She raised her small fists to the sky as if challenging the gods to refute her statement.
Daichi began running his hands through her hair, carefully running his fingers along the strands, as to not damage what was already there, or to burn her scalp from the friction of the rapidly growing hair. Himari felt her eyes flutter closed as she began to purr. "You Uzumaki are too reminiscent of foxes and cats," he commented, noticing the lax position of the young girl, and the vibrations coming from her throat.
"The chakra feels nice," Himari replied tiredly, a small pout pulling at her lips. "Besides, I was going to ask if you could play with me, Mito, Shinju, and Kasumi!"
He looked down at Himari, an eyebrow raised. "And what would we play with me being a boy and all? The four of you have a habit of playing more traditionally feminine children's games."
Himari's nose scrunched up and brows furrowed. "Whaaaaaa?"
Daichi smiled in amusement at the girl's confusion. "You four have a habit of playing more girly games than what most boys would play."
Himari looked up, her eyes now showing recognition. Then her face took on a slightly sour expression. "You Senju have stupid ideas about whats for boys and girls. Uzumaki play what we want to play!"
He removed his hands from her hair, stroking lightly to brush out tangles. "Alright, I am willing to play. Before that, how would you like your hair done up? Having loose hair could be dangerous."
"Erm… while I like Mito-nee's hairstyle, I just don't feel like something so … boring," Hiamri stuck her tongue out in slight disgust. "Bleh, and I don't want a braid either, still too boring. And Shinju-nee wears her hair like that." She closed her eyes, looking like a fox as she continued to think. "Eh… I think I would like something with a braid? I just don't know what."
"I believe I have an idea you might like," Daichi cut in. "It does involve a braid, but the end result would look somewhat similar to how I keep my hair up when in battle."
"Okay!" Himari chirped. "But how will you brush my hair? There isn't a comb nearby and I don't wanna get up for you to grab one!"
Daichi smirked as his eyes lit up with satisfaction as he watched his young friend's expression as he summoned water out of the air, freezing it into a simple hair brush, letting it drop into his hand afterwards. "I can make one, dear little Himari-chan."
"THAT IS SO COOL!" she cried in amazement, eyes sparkling. "How did you do that?"
"Because I have an incredible affinity towards water with my chakra, to the point that I can pull water from the air."
"Can you teach me?!"
"Maybe later in the afternoon. I still have to do your hair, and I am sure you still want to play whatever game you had in mind."
Himari pouted and let out a whine. "Fiiiiiiiiiiine," she complained, slumping back into his lap as Daichi began to work on her hair.
"What game did you have in mind, anyways?" Daichi asked. He parted her hair into three sections, braiding it in a traditional Senju braid.
"OW! Why do you keep tugging at my hair?" she whined, feeling another tug at the hair on her scalp.
"Because the brain I'm doing requires the hair at the scalp to be braided too. This isn't a simple braid," he responded. The braid was tied off with a leather strip he had stashed away a small chunk of curly red hair at the tail end. "Now, will you answer my question?"
"Yeah, yeah," she huffed. She crossed her arms and puffed her cheeks. "I guess it's not as much of a game as dance practice. Mito-nee wants us to do this synchronized dance thingy, but we need a fifth person, and she thought it would be best if you were that fifth person."
Daichi hummed to himself. Probably a basic way to have the triplets work together and practice basic team movements , he thought to himself. He worked the braid into a bun shape, twirling the hair to ball up on itself a bit, before he demonstrated more control over water as he summoned a hair comb with several flowers at the top, adjusting it to keep the hair in place. "And why not ask Touka-chan?"
Himari shuddered at the mention of his cousin. He raised an eyebrow and snickered slightly. "She's crazy! And really, really scary," she cried, curling up in his lap into a ball. "The last time we tried to ask her to play with us, she smiled and it was like a demon came out from behind her!"
Daichi sweatdropped. His cousin always took joy in scaring the younger children. Apparently, that wasn't limited to the Senju children. He patted her head comfortingly, "Don't worry, I won't let her do that again. It's an unfortunate habit of hers to scare younger children."
He gently guided Himari off his lap, standing up along with her. "Now come on, we should go to Mito and your other siblings."
Himari nodded and took his hand as he guided them around the edge of the house where he lived. They made their way to the front where the other three girls were waiting. Mito stood in all her graceful glory, her arms crossed and hidden by the sleeves of her kimono as she stared at the arrival of her sister and future brother-in-law.
She eyed the two, and her gaze and stance softened a bit when she noticed Himari's new hair. "I see why it took so long to retrieve you, Daichi-kun," she stated serenely. "Thank you for going with Himari's whims."
Daichi rolled his eyes as he stepped forward and placed a kiss on her cheek, following suit with Shinju and Kasumi. "I did not mind, she is like a sister to me much like you three are," he replied dryly.
"Daich-kun, did you grow your hair out too?" squeaked one of the other two triplets. He looked down and saw the free-flowing curly hair of Kasumi.
"Yes, several months ago," he said, voice softer. "A whim of my own."
Mito looked at him, a glint in her eyes that made him wary, but also curious. "You are aware of why we wish for you to accompany us for a while, aren't you?"
Daichi nodded. "Hai, Himari-chan informed me as I did her hair up."
"Very good. Now, if you haven't noticed, the four of us are wearing coordinated outfits," she smiled.
Daichi had noticed. The four Uzumaki siblings were wearing battle-designed attire, kimono tops with the sleeves falling slightly over the palm, and the lower hem stopping at the mid thigh, tied shut loosely to allow for a large degree of leg movement. They wore mesh-cotton legging underneath, each with a holster strapped to a thigh, and a short blade strapped to their lower leg. The tops were each a dark blue, with hints of lighter blues in the threading. The same lighter blue seeped into the sash around each of their waists. And lastly, the pants were just a basic black.
"Yes, and I assume you have something for me too?" he asked, arms crossing.
Mito smirked, as she unfurled her hands from her sleeves and produced clothing similar in design to hers. "Yes, unfortunately, we only have a feminine set."
Daichi shrugged, reaching out and grabbing the clothing from Mito. "I don't mind. Up until a few months ago, Touka used me as a doll with her civilian clothing."
"Really? Curious. I would assume you have the same stipulations about gender roles as the rest of your clan."
Daichi felt his lips pull into a thin line at the statement. "There have been some… revelations within my mind about such things. Ideas that would go against the traditional ideals passed within the clan."
Mito nodded. "Go ahead and change, we will wait by the koi pond in the back for you."
The four Uzumaki siblings wandered back to where he and Himari came from. He watched them disappear around the corner on the engawa, he himself entering the main door and navigating the maze of hallways. He entered his room, sliding the shoji door shut behind him. His regular clothes, hakama, and a sleeveless shirt were tossed into a corner of his room as he pulled on the kimono top and mesh-cotton leggings.
His hair had come undone when pulling his shirt off, and he noticed when he turned to the mirror he had taken to keeping in his bedroom for his hair maintenance. He could feel his breath hitch, a lump forming in his throat as he stared at the person in front of him. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes as he felt his knees go weak, falling down limply.
The mirror showed someone who was not a boy, but a budding girl. His long hair fell down to his waist, the kimono top hugging his boy a bit tightly. "That's… me?" he asked himself.
But now he wasn't so sure if he was a boy, the second son of Senju Butsuma, Senju Daichi. Or if he was a girl, whose name was unknown.
What solidified her idea of herself being a girl, strangely enough, was during her time on the battlefield. She had recently turned twelve, and had found out her brother had befriended an Uchiha girl, unknown at the time. Butsuma had forced her to confront Hashirama, ending up battling the main Uchiha family. Uchiha Tajima, the eldest and second eldest girls, Uchiha Madara and Uchiha Misaki.
The confrontation had Misaki and herself facing off, when Misaki spouted about taking advantage of being male, yet choosing to look like a girl. It brought a sense of joy when being called a girl, but what really drove it home was when Misaki said she would much rather trade her damn uterus for cock. She was still Daichi at the time, and had blushed slightly at the crude language of the teenager across from her.
"Damn Senju!" she roared. "Always being born as perfect ."
Daichi ducked under a swipe of the blade from his opponent, driving his elbow into her stomach, making her cough up saliva and stumble back a bit. He pivoted on a foot, bringing his right leg up for a kick. She barely blocked the kick in time, wincing at the force of it.
Her Sharingan blared to life, the two tomoe spinning menacingly. "You're fucking lucky to be born a boy!"
Daichi stared directly at her, ignoring his ingrained instincts that screamed at him to look away. This also surprised her a bit. "A boy?" he asked tersely.
"You are one, if not, you would already have boobs," she replied dryly, jabbing her tanto towards his chest.
"Having breasts," Daichi responded, redirecting the blade with a kunai. He stepped forward and jabbed several pressure points along her open sword arm. "Would be a blessing."
The Uchiha just stared at him with her mouth hanging open, right arm falling uselessly to her side. "W-what?" she stuttered.
"You just gave me the final piece to a puzzle that really should have been obvious," Daichi said, reaching out with his right arm and twisting his body to attempt to aim a punch to her head.
She quickly ducked under, using her left arm to grab his outstretched arm, and doing her best to throw him away from her. He skidded back, eyes staring at her. "The hell is with you, Senju?!" she shrieked. "Are you a bastard child of an Uchiha or something?"
Daichi paused. "An interesting thought, but my mother was not Uchiha. There is the possibility of having Uchiha DNA somewhere in my maternal ancestral line."
The Senju in front of her was turning her opinion on the clan upside down. Just what in the hell made this guy– or girl? – think they were not male? Only those with stronger spiritual connections felt that. "Okay, I have to ask. Are you like, a Hatake or something? They are the only other clan I can think of aside from the Uchiha that have strong spiritual connections."
"You believe that spiritual connections affect one's view on their mind and heart?" Daichi inquired, rushing forward and glancing hi–her hand up the arm, a seal appearing on her arm.
Her instincts kicked in and she jumped back, hissing at the person across from her. "What the hell? What is this?"
"A communication seal I developed. You have piqued my interest, and I believe we will be able to benefit from talking to each other."
"You have to be one of the most un-Senju Senju I have ever met. And I've heard tales of that blubbering tree stump Nee-chan met," she deadpanned.
"Hashirama is a peculiar one. Quite the emotional outlier from the rest of us, maybe aside from our older cousin," they mused.
"So what the hell are you then?" Misaki asked.
"The same as you, at least what I can infer from your earlier speech," they replied. "Someone not born in the right body."
She could feel the surge of power from further down the river that she and the other had derived from. Her sharingan eyes glanced down at the seal on her exposed skin, before looking back up and staring straight into her opponent's own eyes. "If this is truly a communication seal, then I expect you to tell me how to switch this damn uterus for my own damn cock."
There was silence as she stared at the other, and she noticed a dusting of pink dusting her cheeks. "Right, but I can sense the others retreating, so we should as well."
Mikari nodded, she turned around before she paused and turned to face the other again. "What's your name?"
Hi- her eyes gleamed with happiness. "Tobirama, and you?"
She smirked. "Izuna." With that, she raced into the tree line on the Uchiha side of the river.
She dodged a punch from her older brother, twisting her body and lowering her arms to block a follow-up kick to her abdomen. She pivoted on her foot, and drove an elbow into the face of the person attacking her. After her counterattack, she took in the appearance of her attacker. "Hashirama," she said, confused.
He glared at her. "It's your fault that I can't meet him anymore."
Her eyes narrowed. "Has it ever occurred to you that I was forced into following you? I much preferred to ignore your actions and train with Toka."
Hashirama's glare didn't lessen. "I don't know. After the death of Itama and Kawarama, you seemed to have succumbed to our father's whims, becoming his little perfect attack dog."
Tobirama, as she had renamed herself, felt the words pierce her heart. She felt her eyes tear up slightly. "I did that to try and prevent you from having to face his wrath. Also to grow stronger so I don't lose anyone else important to me," she hissed back.
"No, you are just a failure," Hashirama rebutted. "You were plenty strong when Itama died, you just couldn't make it in time."
Her eyes widened before the entirety of her body stiffened, and her eyes dulled as she cut herself off from her emotions shoving them into a box and into the darkest recesses of her mind. “I see,” she replied evenly. She shoved past him with her shoulders, stopping several feet behind him. She could feel the eyes of her older brother staring hotly into the back of her head. “One last thing, elder brother.”
Her brother’s chakra churned slightly in anguish at her not calling him Anija like she usually did. She turned her head to him as she stared directly into his soul. ”My name is no longer Senju Daichi. I am now Senju Tobirama, your younger sister .”
Tobirama heard the blubbering of her older brother, feeling vindictive joy in bringing him to that point. But her blood ran cold at the last of his words, something that would forever change their relationship. “You are a boy!” he shouted. “You are my younger brother!”
She whirled around, her hands already speeding through a small series of hand seals. In her rage, she had summoned water behind her, above her head as it took on the form of a raging dragon. With a pained shriek, she pushed her arms forward, sending the water dragon at her elder blood brother. “I will no longer refer to you as someone I trust, Hashirama-san. You have shown your stance and opinion on me, and I shall return in kind.” Tobirama’s eyes glared at her water-soaked brother, almost glowing in the early evening light.
Tobirama and Izuna clashed their blades in a clearing farther from the main battle between Uchiha and Senju. Tobirama had raised her Kodachi against Izuna’s wakizashi, the blades creating sparks as the two grinned at each other. Izuna braced the flat side of his sword to push Tobirama off. He channeled his lightning chakra through it, causing Tobirama to jump back several feet in defense.
"So how did the reaction of your new genitals go?" Tobirama asked, leaning forward as she gathered her chakra, a waving torrent of water swirling out of the air behind her. She formed the snake seal.
"Ridiculously surprised, and happily confused," Izuna returned with a grin, sheathing his wakizashi and flying through hand seals. His cheeks filled up as he landed on a tora hand seal.
"Toka, Mito, and the triplets were more than welcoming for me," she replied. Jumping in the air, she spun as the water followed her path and she willed it to fall forward onto Izuna. In retaliation, Izuna blew out a series of several large fireballs. The two attacks collided, creating a wall of steam "Unfortunately, my bark for brains elder brother is still the tradition-entrenched nitwit he always has been."
"I never understood why Nee-san tolerated him, even before she knew he was a Senju," Izuna scoffed, pulling his sword from the sheath to deflect several shuriken.
"Some form of love, I'm sure," Tobirama hissed, aiming a punch to the back of Izuna's head. He ducked under, and kicked backward, attempting to unbalance her. "Familial or romantic is to be determined."
"Please never suggest that Madara , would ever care for that thing you're related to," Izuna's voice relayed the absolute disgust that idea gave him. "Besides, didn't you say you had some kind of, and I quote, 'feelings I believe are of a possible romantic nature and would like to act on them if they are what I believe to be'?"
Silence reigned before Izuna yelped as something pulled on his low ponytail and he felt a heavy weight on his chest. His sharingan flickered into life on pure survival instinct from the spike of killing intent. And he really wished it hadn't, because in front of him was a very pissed, and very crazy Senju Tobirama. There was a wide, manic, and very threatening smile on her face. Her eyes were closed and brows furrowed, but he was able to see the twitching muscles and the veins popping out on her face.
"Out of all things you remember," she said, voice strained and gruff from clenched teeth. "It was that I stated that I had a possible crush on your older sister?"
Izuna casually looked away and shrugged, all his motor control going into not trembling like a newborn calf in front of his friend. "I can hear you make comments under your breath about her body. Not something I would like to visualize, mind you." After speaking, he felt a strong grip against his throat, and he realized he should not have said that. It was something that had happened too often in the numerous secret meetings between the two.
He felt the wind whip around his body as he was tossed through the air, coughing from the pressure on his throat being released. His fear spiked again when he heard Tobirama shout out her next attack. "Fuuton! Daitoppa! (Wind Release! Great Breakthrough!)" Afterwards, he forced even further by a giant blast of wind, sending him sailing over the main battlefield
"SAGE BE DAMNED!" Izuna shouted. "TOBIRAMA, THAT WAS OVERKILL!"
"Like I care, you thrice-damned fire-spitter!" she shouted back. Tobirama suddenly appeared above him, a vicious smirk on her lips.
"Ah, I see you completed it," he said dryly.
Tobirama just nodded, before grabbing his collar and appearing several feet above the ground. Tobirama landed on top of Izuna who wheezed out from the air being punched out his lungs. She quickly stood up, before dragging Izuna up with her, and smacking the back of his head. "Yes, I completed it, as you can see. Also," her eyes gained a dark tint as she stared at him. "If you dare bring my crush up on your sister, ever again , I will make the river incident look like child's play."
A high-pitched, tea-kettle-like noise erupted next to them, causing the Uchiha and Senju to see Hashirama with his jaw on the floor, and Madara a shade of red that seemed to cover her entire body. "Daichi?" Hashirama croaked confusedly.
Madara, Hashirama, and the remaining Senju and Uchiha forces were subjected to the combined killing intent of Tobirama and Izuna. The force swelled up like an erupting volcano, all-encompassing and burning. Those on the outskirts of the battlefield could feel rise up in their throats, pale in complexion. It grew worse further in, as some began to pass out from the strain, some ending up dead.
" Her name is Tobirama , you bark humper!" Izuna hissed at the pale Senju. "Get it through that stupidly thick skull of yours that Daichi has not existed for. Ten. Years."
Izuna backed off slightly when he felt a calm hand on his shoulder. Yes, she was terrifying when angry, but this was the calm cold that gave her the name 'The White Demoness'. "Elder brother," her voice said, ice underlying it. "I have said time and time again that I am Senju Tobirama. Senju Daichi is part of your childhood, but merely a phase of persona for me."
She moved past Izuna, her cold fury still evident in the way she walked, a predator stalking their prey. "Letting me accept myself as who I am, is the honesty I gave myself . Something you never bothered to do."