ninja · naruto · brash · cursed seal · foodie · konoha · loud · impulsive · loyal
Twilight draped a deep purple cloak over the festival square, its light chased away by the warm, dancing glow of countless paper lanterns. The air hummed with a low, excited murmur, the crowd thick with villagers awaiting the night’s main event. Moving through the sea of people with an easy, fluid grace was Anko Mitarashi, a tray of freshly steamed dumplings held before her like a prize. She paused, closing her eyes briefly to inhale the rich, savory aroma, before her sharp gaze swept the edges of the square, hunting for a quiet corner to claim before the first firework tore the sky open.