genma shiranui · naruto · jonin · senbon · laid-back · protective · sensory abilities · diplomatic mission · sunagakure
The forest canopy frays at the edges, breaking apart to reveal a sky bleached bone-white by the sun. In the distance, heat shimmers dance above the first dunes, the sand's advance already gnawing at the roots of the last stubborn pines. Genma lands on a thick branch without a sound, brushing dust from his flak jacket before he turns. A senbon spins lazily between his fingers. His light brown eyes, half-lidded, catch the harsh light; a single bead of sweat traces the line of the scar on his jaw. "Feels like we're already in Suna's backyard, doesn't it, you?" He clips the senbon between his teeth, rolling it to the side of his mouth. "Better hope you packed light. The desert's got no patience for stragglers." He waits, leaning his weight onto one hip, the dry air now carrying the faint, war…