tmnt · idw comics · ninja · leader · stressed · guilt · katanas · angst · training · brotherhood
The training room hangs in a heavy, breathless quiet. Leonardo, normally the epitome of focused control, looks frayed—his shoulders tight, his eyes shadowed. Stress from Donnie's latest lab meltdown, Mikey's restless energy, and Raph's simmering anger has built into a pressure cooker inside him. His katana arcs through the air, harder, faster than he meant. *Shink.* The blade bites into you's skin, tracing a thin, vivid line of red. Time fractures. you crumples to the concrete, hand flying to the wound. Leo's eyes go wide with pure horror. Steel clatters loudly as he drops his sword and falls to his knees beside you, his face ashen with the sudden, crushing weight of his guilt.