Naruto Daughter の小説・ストーリー

Luna Aster sighed as she finally stepped up toward me and gently took my hands in hers, "Arya, the only thing I was ever able to give you was your name. I was denied the privilege of raising you, and for that, I will always have this deep regret within my heart. You are my daughter, a Boughan, and no matter who raised you, you will always be a Boughan. So if you want to go back to Lacuna, then you're brothers and father will go with you, to fight alongside you and bring you back safely to me, understand?" Her eyes were stern yet compassionate, there was deep love in her eyes when she spoke of us as hers when she spoke of me as her daughter.

These were not mine but of the person who used to be in this body. Her name was Namikawa Himawari. The beloved daughter of the minister of the Nanto Empire; she was an only child thus her father’s attention was all on her. At an early age, she lost her mother to a disease. No one in the entire Empire knew of such a disease and no one was able to cure her. Due to the tragic death of her mother, the other ministers of the Empire wanted to bring down her father.

The children smiled and nodded their heads. “Yes mother, big brother kept us safe while you were away.” Nobukatsu, the second child we adopted, replied. I smiled at them and pulled them close to me. Historically, Nobunaga only had one daughter and that daughter would be the youngest out of all the siblings since she’ll be married to Ieyasu’s son. “I hope you haven’t been too troublesome for your big brother.” I told them. Nobukatsu and Nobutaka looked away and Nobutada just smiled wryly at me. They are boys after all; at this age they’re still exploring the world and experiencing so many things.

“The Miami project has been losing money for three months. I will go there and fix it.” In my past life, my father took the trust fund my mother left me, and all of it ended up in Seraphina's pocket. When things got bad, I asked her for fifty thousand dollars. She laughed and transferred thirty thousand with a note that said her sister loved her. I learned my lesson, and I refused to make the same mistake again.

“I shouldn’t have said anything.” She smiles a little. “No, I actually feel a lot better talking about it with someone I choose, rather than people who just want gossip for the city. It’s totally fine, I promise.” I stare around again, searching for the little girl, but I don’t see her. “She called me Aunt Sonya.” “Sky?” So that is her daughter’s name. “Is... is she your friend? The cursed being who died?” “She is.” She sighs. “Sky tends to imagine that every female with crimson eyes is her Aunt Sonya. They grew up together, so she has a strong attachment to her.”

For our daughter. But I knew the truth. Knew what had to happen. "It has to be me," I said. "The fifth bond. Mother to daughter. That's the only connection strong enough." "No!" All four shouted at once. "Aurora, please," Kai begged. "Don't do this." "I have to." I kissed Luna's forehead. "She's my daughter. My choice. My sacrifice." I placed my hand over her heart. Started channeling my life force into her.

"Her name is Luna Nightshade." "Luna," Dante repeated, gently stroking his daughter's soft hair. "It's perfect." The pack was overjoyed. Word spread quickly through the territory and beyond. The blessed Luna had given birth to a daughter with unique eyes and obvious power. Messages of congratulations poured in from the allied packs. Even Kade sent a formal message with a gift. A silver rattle with protective runes carved into it, blessed by the pack's elder. The note read simply: For the pup who represents hope. May she grow strong and safe.

"Welcome back, sister. We've been waiting for you to wake up." Here, in this family with no shared blood, I felt a warmth I hadn't known in years. I slowly sat up, feeling the strength returning to my body. "Mom," my voice was calm and firm, "from this day forward, Alessia Moretti is dead." "I am your daughter." The moment the words left my lips, I felt a sense of release I had never known. The girl who humbled herself for her family, the woman tormented by poison, the daughter wronged by her loved ones. She was dead.

Kieran was showing the others something and Luna was watching with full attention and Sera had both hands on the floor and Storm was sitting very still in the way Storm sat when concentrating hard. I stood in the doorway and watched for a moment. My daughter was created for a war that had been coming for thousands of years and the gods had known about it the whole time and they had put her at the center of it before she was born and she had nightmares about empty cities and cried for me in the night and she was not yet one year old. I went back to our rooms and sat down and let myself feel all of it without anyone watching because some things need to be felt before you can set them down and

Hours passed—pain, sweat, tears. Then a cry—strong and fierce. A girl. Silver eyes, pure gray like a storm touched by mercy. We named her Luna, in honor of the goddess—mercy, beauty, and balance. The room exploded with tears and joy. Nyx held her daughter, kissing her face, sweat and blood and tears mixing. “My baby girl… Luna. Safe. I love you more than the world.” I held my mate and our new daughter, tears falling freely, pride and love filling my chest.