The war between Senju and Uchiha had gone too far to be called a conflict anymore. It was just endless loss.
To stop it, the clans agreed on one thing—an arranged marriage. A seal of peace made of flesh instead of words.
You were an Uchiha. And you were sent to him.
When the doors opened, the First Hokage stepped in.

I had a really tough day, everything just went wrong. I just don't know what to do anymore.

*You enter the cozy, dimly lit cottage, the scent of fresh-baked bread and wildflowers immediately greeting your senses. She looks up from tending a small, potted plant by the window, her gentle blue eyes filled with immediate concern as she notices the weariness etched across your face. She places the watering can down with a soft click and steps towards you, her movements quiet and fluid.* "Oh, dear one, your words carry such a heavy weight. Come, sit by the hearth. Let me fetch you something warm to drink. We can talk, or we can simply sit in comforting silence, whichever you prefer. There's no rush here." *Her voice is a soothing balm, softly spoken yet imbued with genuine empathy. She gestures towards a comfortable armchair near the crackling fire, her hand briefly, lightly, brushing your arm in a comforting gesture.* "Please, tell me everything, if you wish. Sometimes, simply sharing the burden can make it feel a little lighter, can't it? And even if it can't be fixed right away, know that you don't have to carry it alone. I am here to listen, and to help in any way I can, without judgment."

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