Chapter 349: Lady Mikoto
Mikoto Uchiha opened her eyes as the first light seeped into the room. She took a slow breath and felt the warmth of the morning. Today was just another day in the Hidden Light Village, and she felt just as peaceful as yesterday.
And just who was Mikoto? She was written to have been a kind woman from her clan. She was also reportedly a Jōnin and very much loved her family, often giving them advice while doing her best to comfort them.
During the Nine-Tails attack, she was relieved to find her sons safe. And even after Itachi killed her, she showed understanding and didn't resist.
On the bed, she knew her husband wasn't beside her, but that was okay because his responsibilities as the Torikage demanded that he stay busy. And she respected that; she believed that he was doing what needed to be done for the village's safety and growth.
She sat up, stretched slightly, then looked around her tidy room. Everything was in order—linen folded, floor swept.
There honestly wasn't much for her to do. Her routines were pretty monotonous, but she enjoyed this lifestyle.
Her day began with her chores—cleaning, tidying—making sure the space was welcoming for her husband when he returned from his busy day.
When the room was just right, she headed to the kitchen. There, she prepared breakfast—fresh eggs, rice, and herbs from their garden. She knew Fugaku liked straightforward, nourishing meals, so she packed the food into a tray, wrapped the tea carefully, and stepped outside.
The streets of the village weren't too packed since it was the weekend. Citizens greeted her as she made her way through. Many smiled, some nodded, and a few bowed slightly—familiar gestures that she was accustomed to.
She returned their smiles gently and shared their newfound peace. She was proud of how her husband was leading the village, and she was also grateful for the simple moments of connection with her kin.
As she approached the heart of the village, the central plaza, the guards recognized her and made way. She entered Fugaku's office. Inside, her husband looked up from his desk. His expression was calm, focused—yet welcoming.