(This doesn't belong to Kishamoto the orignal writer of 'Naruto'. This fanfic on Lady Tsunade is written by some plot might be not suitable for some readers. The story name is Lady Tsunade becomes a mother : "The weight of mother's love" this is Sadness, Loneliness, Abandonment, Horror, Mystery, Thriller genera supper short fanfic story it will end in just few episode

remeber this is a fanfic not belongs to orignal story.)

The night was thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth, the kind that clung to the skin like a ghost’s whisper. The Hokage Tower stood silent, its windows dark save for one—Tsunade’s office.

Inside, the Fifth Hokage sat slumped over her desk, a half-empty bottle of sake dangling from her fingers. The paperwork was forgotten, the missions unimportant. Tonight, like so many nights before, the weight of her past pressed down on her like a burial stone.

A soft knock at the door.

“Enter,” she muttered, not bothering to lift her head.

Shizune stepped inside, her face etched with concern. “Tsunade-sama, you should rest. You’ve been working for—”

“I know how long I’ve been working,” Tsunade snapped, her voice sharper than she intended. She sighed, rubbing her temples. “Just… leave me be.”

Shizune hesitated, then bowed her head and retreated, closing the door behind her.

Alone again.

Tsunade’s gaze drifted to the small, dust-covered box tucked away in the corner of her office. A box she hadn’t opened in decades.

With trembling hands, she reached for it, her fingers brushing against the worn wood. The lock was rusted, but a single tug was all it took. Inside—a tiny, faded onesie, a pair of baby shoes, and a single, yellowed photograph.

A child. Her child.

The one she had buried long before she ever held them.

A sudden gust of wind howled through the window, extinguishing the candlelight. The room plunged into darkness.

And then—a sound.

A whisper.

A baby’s cry.

Tsunade’s breath hitched. Her heart pounded like a war drum.

Impossible.

She spun around, her eyes scanning the shadows. Nothing.

But the cry came again—closer this time.

From the hallway.

Her legs moved before her mind could catch up. She threw open the door, her eyes wide, her hands shaking.

The corridor stretched endlessly before her, the flickering torchlight casting long, twisting shadows.

At the far end—a small figure.

A child.

Watching her.

Tsunade’s voice cracked. “Who… who are you?”

The child tilted its head, its face obscured in darkness. Then, in a voice that was neither human nor ghost, it spoke.

“Mama…”

And then—it vanished.

Tsunade stumbled back, her chest tight, her vision blurring.

Had she imagined it?

Or had the past finally come to claim her?

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To Be Continued...

Next Chapter Preview:

- A mysterious child appears in Konoha, bearing an eerie resemblance to someone Tsunade lost long ago.

- Strange disappearances plague the village—children vanishing without a trace.

- Tsunade must confront the horror of her past before it consumes her future.

(The horror plot might not suitable for some readers. Remember this is just a fanfic this story doesn't belong to the original.)

The morning light did little to chase away the chill clinging to Tsunade’s bones.

She hadn’t slept.

Every time she closed her eyes, she heard it again—that voice. That single, haunting word.

Mama.

She rubbed her temples, the lingering burn of last night’s sake making her skull throb. A hallucination. It had to be. Years of grief and regret playing tricks on her mind. That was all.

But then why did the air still feel so heavy?

A sharp rap at her office door snapped her back to reality.

“Come in,” she grunted.

Shizune entered, her usual cheerful demeanor replaced with tension. “Tsunade-sama, there’s… a situation.”

Tsunade frowned. “What kind of situation?”

Shizune hesitated. “A child was found near the village gates this morning. No parents. No identification. And…” She swallowed. “He… looks like you.”

Tsunade’s blood turned to ice.

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The Orphan

The boy sat quietly in the hospital bed, small hands folded in his lap. His hair was a shade lighter than hers, but the resemblance was undeniable—the same sharp eyes, the same stubborn set of his jaw.

Tsunade’s breath caught.

No. It’s not possible.

“Hey, kid,” she said, forcing her voice steady. “What’s your name?”

The boy blinked up at her. “I don’t remember.”

Shizune stepped forward. “He has no injuries, no signs of trauma. But he doesn’t know where he came from or how he got here.”

Tsunade’s fists clenched. This isn’t right.

Then the boy reached out, his tiny fingers brushing hers.

A spark. A memory.

Dan’s laugh. Nawaki’s smile. The scent of blood in the air—

She jerked her hand back as if burned.

The boy tilted his head. “You’re sad,” he said softly.

Tsunade’s chest tightened. “Kids say the damnedest things.”

But his gaze never wavered. “You lost someone.”

A beat of silence.

Then, from the hallway—

A whisper.

“Tsunade…”

She spun around. No one was there.

But the boy’s eyes darkened.

They’re coming,” he murmured.

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The First Disappearance

By dusk, the first child vanished.

A merchant’s daughter, last seen playing near the river. No signs of struggle. No traces left behind.

Just… gone.

When Tsunade arrived at the scene, the girl’s mother was sobbing, clutching a tiny sandal in her hands. “She was right here! Right here!”

Tsunade’s stomach twisted.

And then—she felt it.

A presence. Watching.

She turned slowly, scanning the trees.

For a second, she thought she saw them—small figures, half-hidden in the shadows. Dozens of them. Staring.

Then the wind howled, and they were gone.

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The Truth in the Scrolls

That night, Tsunade poured over ancient Konoha records, searching for answers.

And then she found it.

A forbidden jutsu. One that fed on grief.

The Yurei No Ko—The Ghost Child Technique.

A ritual where the spirits of lost children were summoned, tethered to the living by the sorrow of those who mourned them.

But there was a cost.

For every spirit given form… a living child had to take its place.

Tsunade’s hands shook as she read the final line:

“The summoned child will seek its mother… and it will not leave until she accepts it—or joins it in death.”

Her blood ran cold.

Because now she understood.

The boy in the hospital wasn’t just any lost child.

He was hers.

And he had come back to claim her.

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To Be Continued…

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- The disappearances multiply—children vanishing without a trace, their terrified parents begging for answers.

- Tsunade’s past unravels as she uncovers a dark secret buried deep in Konoha’s history.

- The boy’s true nature is revealed… and he isn’t the only one watching.

(The horror plot might not suitable for some readers. Remember this is just a fanfic this story doesn't belong to the original.)

The hospital room was too quiet.

Tsunade stood over the sleeping boy—her boy, if the scrolls were to be believed—watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. He looked so peaceful. So alive.

But she knew better.

The moment she had touched his hand, she had felt it—the unnatural chill beneath his skin, the whisper of chakra that didn’t belong to this world.

The Yurei No Ko. A ghost given flesh.

And if the legends were true, his presence meant only one thing:

More children would disappear.

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The Second Vanishing

The next morning, another child was gone.

A boy from the Hyūga compound, vanished from his bed in the dead of night. No broken seals. No signs of intrusion. Just an empty futon and an open window, the curtains fluttering like pale, grasping fingers.

Tsunade arrived to find Hiashi Hyūga standing rigid in the center of the room, his Byakugan flaring as he scanned every inch of the space.

“There’s no trace,” he said, voice clipped. “No chakra residue. Nothing.”

Tsunade clenched her fists. Because it wasn’t a person who took him. It was something else.

Then, from the hallway—

A giggle.

High-pitched. Playful.

Tsunade turned just in time to see a small shadow dart around the corner.

She moved instantly, shunshining into the corridor—

But it was empty.

Except for a single, tiny handprint on the wall.

Still damp.

As if a child had pressed their palm there moments ago.

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The Boy Who Remembers Nothing

Back at the hospital, the nameless boy sat cross-legged on his bed, staring at the wall with an eerie stillness.

“Do you know what’s happening?” Tsunade asked bluntly.

The boy blinked slowly. “They’re lonely.”

A chill crawled up her spine. “Who is?”

“The other children.” His voice was soft, distant. “They want to play.”

Tsunade’s jaw tightened. “Play where?”

The boy finally looked at her, his dark eyes hollow.

“Where the light doesn’t reach.”

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The Third Victim

By nightfall, a third child disappeared.

This time, there was a witness.

A young chuunin on patrol swore he saw a group of children—pale, silent—leading a crying girl into the forest. When he gave chase, they vanished like mist.

Tsunade listened to his report with growing dread.

The summoned spirits were taking the living.

And the boy in the hospital was the key.

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The Bargain

She confronted him that night, slamming her hands on either side of his bed.

“Enough games,” she snarled. “You’re drawing them here, aren’t you?”

The boy didn’t flinch. “I didn’t ask to come back.”

“Then why are you here?”

For the first time, emotion flickered across his face—something raw and aching.

“Because you called me.”

Tsunade recoiled. No. That wasn’t possible.

But then—

She remembered the nights spent drowning in sake. The whispered regrets. The desperate, foolish wish she had buried so deep she almost forgot it herself.

“I should have been there. I should have saved you.”

Her breath hitched.

The boy’s eyes gleamed in the dim light.

“You wanted me back,” he whispered. “And now I’m here.”

A beat of silence.

Then—

Knock. Knock. Knock.

From the hallway.

Three slow, deliberate raps against the door.

The boy’s smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“They’re here.”

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To Be Continued…

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- The spirits arrive in force—Tsunade must face the ghosts of her past or watch Konoha’s children vanish one by one.

- A forbidden ritual comes to light, revealing the horrifying truth behind the boy’s resurrection.

- The final choice: accept the ghost child as her own… or condemn him—and herself—to oblivion.