Naruto: Madwoman Of The Hidden Mist

Weapons full of gimmicks are humanity's ultimate romance!!

... Huh? Only *Samehada* has absurd specs compared to things like *Kabutowari* or *Nuibari*?

Well, even among Tailed Beasts, the Nine-Tails stands out in power. No point sweating the details. 

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In a peculiar house—strictly speaking, a smithy—where the floor was covered in intricate, ominous sealing formulas, a girl tirelessly hammered away at metal. 

This girl, Kazakuro Murasame, had graduated from the Academy—a now peaceful learning institution that bore no trace of the village's bloodstained past as the "Village of the Bloody Mist"—two years prior. Although she briefly became a Genin, she quickly left the shinobi path. Since then, she had spent her days not playing like other kids her age but devoted entirely to forging. 

Amid the loud *clang, clang* of metal being struck, the sound of approaching footsteps reached her ears. She paused her hammering. 

"I told you to stop forging blades that weren't part of your orders," came the stern voice. 

"I had a good idea while reading through Great-Grandfather's library," Murasame replied, her voice icy cold, one that belied her 15 years of age. "I wanted to shape it before the inspiration faded. If a sword order comes in, we can use this. It's far sharper than the clunky ones you make." 

Without even turning around, she identified the voice as her father, Kazakuro Hakuu. Gripping her hammer tightly, she resumed her work. 

The only people who ever came to see her, aside from customers, were a younger relative obsessed with collecting swords or a timid, bespectacled boy. 

Hakuu, however, furrowed his brows at the faint blue glow emanating from the sealing formulas carved into the floor. 

"...What did you make this time?" 

"A knockoff of *Raijin's* blade," she said, still focused on her work. "I infused the blade with my chakra nature using sealing formulas to create a weapon that replicates elemental transformation. Though I can only use Water Release, so it's technically a *Water Blade*. Hmm... *Water Blade*... The name doesn't sound cool enough. I'll come up with something better." 

Her tone lightened as she gazed at the blade taking form, her excitement slipping through her usually cold demeanor. But this only deepened the lines on Hakuu's forehead. 

Murasame's talent for sword-making was undeniable—so much so that she was rumored to be the reincarnation of her ancestor, a legendary swordsmith. Still, the details of her latest creation left Hakuu uneasy. 

He was well aware of Water Release techniques that focused on the cutting power of compressed water. However, unlike regular Water Release jutsu, techniques requiring compression demanded advanced skill and output. Recreating such a technique in a blade, one that anyone could wield regardless of skill, posed an unimaginable threat. 

"There's no need to forge more blades than necessary. Victory on the battlefield doesn't come from having strong swords alone. What if this blade ends up in enemy hands? Do you have any idea how much damage it could cause to the Mist?" 

"You're the last person I want to hear that from," Murasame shot back coldly. "Just recently, someone died because of one of your mediocre weapons." 

"Enough!" 

The hammer in her hand froze mid-air. 

She heard the sound of clapping behind her—her father forming hand seals. 

**Water Release: Water Trumpet** 

A torrent of water surged forth, engulfing both her and the unfinished blade. 

Reacting immediately, she employed a technique taught to her by a friend, transforming her body into water and merging with the stream to evade the attack. 

When the water subsided, what remained in the smithy were the shattered remains of her tools and forge, utterly destroyed by the raging current. 

"I'm shutting this forge down for good! You're forbidden from ever forging blades here again!" 

"...Are you serious, Dad?" 

"The days of the Bloody Mist are long gone! No one will care if a single forge disappears!" 

"I see... Well, I guess I have no choice," Murasame said, her tone steady but resolute. "This village doesn't inspire me anymore, so I'll leave." 

"What?!" 

Her father's eyes widened in disbelief. 

"I'll forge a blade that surpasses the *Seven Ninja Swords* Great-Grandfather created. To do that, I need to incorporate techniques from outside the village, unlike Great-Grandfather." 

"Don't be ridiculous! Our clan holds vital secrets to the Mist! If you leave, rogue ninja will come for your life!" 

"I know," she replied, her voice unwavering. "That's why I've prepared. I'm ready to go at any time." 

She pulled two scrolls from the pocket of her indigo coveralls and showed them to her father. 

One contained essentials for living. She tucked it back into her pocket before unfurling the second, activating the summoning seal inscribed on it. 

With a metallic clatter, dozens of swords appeared—varying in shape and size, but each undeniably a masterpiece, some bordering on cursed blades. 

"Take these," she said. "Use them as funds until you find a replacement for the forge." 

"Wait, Murasame!" 

"Take care of yourself, Dad... Goodbye. **Ninja Art: Hidden Mist Jutsu.**" 

Using a jutsu she had learned from talkative Mist ninja who traded techniques for swords, she veiled the area in thick mist. While she lacked the soundless killing skills of Zabuza or the range of their jutsu, it was more than enough to evade her non-shinobi father. 

She transformed her body into water once again, slipping into the waterways outside the house. From there, she exited the village unseen. 

A pang of sadness hit her as she thought of leaving behind her few friends, like Suigetsu and Chojuro, with whom she had only recently begun conversing beyond pleasantries. But her excitement for the unknown outweighed any melancholy. 

**I'm going to see countless new ninja tools and create swords that surpass them all.** 

With no tracks left behind, she disappeared into the forest beyond the village, her resolve unwavering. 

**From now on, I, Kazakuro Murasame, may be no different from a rogue ninja. But it doesn't matter. As long as I can surpass the Seven Ninja Swords, I'll give up anything.**

A blade imbued with lightning, the razor-sharp *Raikiri* "Fangs."

A blunt sword that crushes any guard, the dull blade *Kabuto-wari*.

A long sword that pierces and stitches everything together, the long blade *Nuibari*.

A blade infused with explosive power added to its cutting technique, the explosive sword *Hibana*.

A sword that regenerates by tearing people apart and drinking their blood, a blade that will never dull, the decapitation sword *Kubikiri-Bōchō*.

A pair of swords that change shape by gathering and releasing chakra, the twin swords *Hiramekarei*.

And the strongest ninja sword with a will to consume chakra and merge with its wielder, the greatest masterpiece of my grandfather, the great sword *Samehada*.

I swore to walk forward and crush all these with my own sword──but then I stopped, as I heard the "sound of a sword" nearby.

Reflexively, I channeled chakra into my legs and kicked the ground, rushing toward the sound while hiding in the bushes.

Sure enough, there were ninjas there—a man with a mist village headband and another man with a cloud village headband.

The mist ninja was bleeding from all over his body, kneeling on the ground with a desperate expression, saying "I can't let the Cloud spy escape," indicating that the man from the cloud village had infiltrated the mist village as a spy, and the mist ninja had discovered him. But none of that mattered; the real problem was the sword the Cloud ninja held.

──It's horrible.

I could tell at a glance it was a dull, weak blade made of weak iron and forged with weak force.

It was even worse than the swords my father, who could no longer properly forge blades after seeing the body of my mother cut by a sword, had made. It filled me with sadness and anger just by looking at it.

However, the Cloud ninja didn't care about my feelings. He gave a sadistic smile and lifted the sword near his face──licking the blade.

From the scroll, I pulled out one of the few swords my father had left unspoken, a single long sword, and without thinking, I leapt from the bushes, slashing at the Cloud ninja.

The slash I unconsciously released was blocked by the sword in the Cloud ninja's hand just before it reached him.

"—Reinforcements!?"

"Ah, you! Licking a sword in public... How lewd! Someone like you should not be allowed to wield a sword! Give it to me immediately!!"

"Huh?"

"Put down that sword in five seconds! Otherwise, I will take both your arms!!"

"──Wh-what nonsense are you spouting!! Kid, don't get in the way!!"

As the man spoke with anger, he wrapped chakra around his sword.

It seemed he had no intention of following my instructions.

The chakra around his sword began to transform into lightning, enhancing its cutting power──but it didn't matter.

"──Execution!!"

Unlike the previous careless act, I devoted all my focus and released a swift cut with everything I had.

The mist ninja couldn't believe his eyes.

The slash released by the mysterious girl easily severed the blade of the Cloud ninja, wrapped in lightning chakra, and with it, he lost both arms as blood gushed out like a fountain.

It was a sword technique called Iai—a technique only skilled swordsmen from the Iron Country could use—but the precision of the technique was far inferior. Despite this, the blade, imbued with lightning chakra, was easily sliced apart, leading the man to realize who the girl before him truly was.

She was the descendant of the Hozuki clan, as revered as the Second Mizukage's bloodline, even though she wasn't a ninja herself, known as *Kiri's Monster* or *Kiri's Demon*, and feared as *Kiri's Madwoman*—Kazukuro Muramasa's descendant, Urakuro Murasame.

With both arms spraying blood, the Cloud ninja collapsed to the ground as the girl grabbed the broken sword remnants from his side and inspected them, lifting the blade part and looking at it from different angles.

"Indeed, it's a terribly made sword... I've heard that Cloud ninjas are provided with lower-quality swords because of their ability to amplify the sword's cutting power with their lightning chakra, but this is just awful. It's so sad that it was made like this..."

The girl hugged the sword as if it were a frail, starving child, pitying it. The mist ninja now realized with certainty that the girl before him was indeed Urakuro Murasame.

However, this situation was too serious.

Most of the seven ninja swords had already left the village, but they were still classified as the mist village's most important secrets, and the highest-priority items for retrieval. As the creator's descendant, she could possess knowledge that even the current Mizukage was unaware of.

For that reason, the Hozuki clan's descendants were prohibited from leaving the village without protection. Now that she was here, alone, in such a place, he was left bewildered and tried to rise with his injured body.

"Still... to lick a sword in public... How utterly rude... Men never understand emotions, or ambiance..."

"Eh, um? Murasame──young lady?"

The girl, trembling and blushing from the tips of her long sky-blue hair, jumped slightly when called from behind.

"Such a thing... Even though I was so careful to leave the village... to be found here like this..."

The girl's thoughts were flustered as the actions of the Cloud ninja and the sight of the sword had robbed her of her calm. She had acted impulsively and even lost herself in a world of delusions—bad habits resurfacing.

In reality, she had been able to win because the Cloud ninja's fighting style was centered on the sword, but had the battle become prolonged or been focused on ninjutsu, she would have surely lost. She knew it had been an imprudent move.

But now, none of that mattered; the real issue was the man behind her.

If she were captured by this man and returned to the village, it would be at least ten years before she had another chance to leave. And even if she returned now, she would never again be able to touch a sword forged by her father, who had already retired as a blacksmith—such a life would drive her mad.

"...How unreasonable..."

She muttered, but it was clear there was only one path now. She had already resolved to sacrifice everything else for her goal, and that resolve remained unchanged.

The man was slowly closing in. Fortunately, he hadn't noticed her hand movements as she had her back turned to him.

"Water Prison Jutsu!"

"──Ah!?"

A spherical mass of water trapped the man, sealing his movements.

A signature jutsu of the mist village, the Water Prison, which was impossible to break due to its very nature, formed a prison around the man.

"I'm sorry... but I must leave the village... I will go out and create the greatest swords in the world. So──"

The girl slowly turned the sword she held toward the man and slid it into the Water Prison, offering it to him.

"As an apology, please use this sword. My Water Prison will dissolve in about 40 seconds... I'm sorry, please do your best."

With those words, she coated chakra onto her legs and jumped away.

Soon, the man would call for reinforcements, and she would inevitably be named a criminal. But before that happened, she had to cross the borders of the Water Country.

She had learned the geography surrounding the village from Mizuki and the shop's customers and had mentally prepared for this escape.

Her departure had been delayed because of the Cloud ninja, but there was no point in regretting it now.

"For now, I must run, to the vast world where the ones who will guide me and the swords I will create to greater heights await, and I will certainly surpass my grandfather's greatest work, the ninja swords, and create seven new ninja swords──"

This day marked the release of the girl known as Kiri's Madwoman—Urakuro Murasame.

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Character Information - Urakuro Murasame:

A 15-year-old girl, two years older than Naruto and the others. She is a descendant of the creator of the ninja swords and a genius in sword-making. 

Having learned ninjutsu from a select few in exchange for her swords, she can use ninjutsu to a certain extent, but she has no interest in anything other than the way of the sword. To her, ninjutsu is merely a tool to follow that path.

She has extremely little experience with human interaction, and unless it involves swords, her speech is often fragmented. She has a strong interest in swords and ninja tools, sometimes leading her to engage in eccentric behavior. 

Because of these traits, despite not being a ninja, she is referred to as *Kiri's Madwoman*, *The Madman*, and *The Demon* by the villagers.