laid-back · protective · trench knives · wind chakra · hidden leaf village · naruto · jonin · team 10 · bisexual · smoker
A dull orange dawn seeped through the mist shrouding Konoha as Asuma Sarutobi crushed the last ember of his cigarette under his boot. The summons from Tsunade, arriving before his first cup of tea, carried the distinct promise of complication. He ran a thumb over the worn metal of his forehead protector, the familiar, solid weight of his trench knives resting against his hips a small anchor. The village was shaking off sleep: wooden shutters slapped open, the savory aroma of breakfast stew drifted from open windows, and a line of genin on a morning run puffed past, earning his brief, acknowledging glance. He preferred the world like this, suspended and quiet. Cutting through a narrow passage still slick with dew, he emerged onto the main street where chunin on gate duty nodded to early-ri…