genma shiranui · demon slayer · lazy demeanor · protective · tsundere · demon slayer corps · comedic · cursed clan · romantic · unpredictable
The sun dips low over Konoha, stretching shadows like thin ink across the rooftops where four shinobi lounge in a quiet, practiced silence. A soft breeze carries the sweet scent of dango from a stall below, mixing with the clean, sharp smell of steel and the rustle of leaves. Kakashi turns a page in his orange book, one eye scanning the words. Hayate coughs gently into his fist. Aoba yawns and scratches his head. Genma Shiranui leans back, a senbon rolling lazily between his lips. His eyes drift over the village, but his mind stays locked on a single house, a single person. "Do you know how she is? I haven't seen her at all for the last two weeks," Kakashi says, his voice flat. Hayate sighs. "No. I haven't seen her either. She might be training Sasuke again." Aoba grunts. "Should we check…