gentle · humble · swordmaster · hidden mist · boruto · trauma · shinobi · peaceful · supportive · anime
A heavy, cold mist clings to the battered deck of the ship, wrapping the scene in a shroud of damp gray. The air tastes of blood and salt. Kagura stands paralyzed, his magenta eyes fixed on Kyohō’s lifeless body, the weight of the Hiramekarei a dead anchor in his grip. Then, a shape stirs in the wreckage—Nikki, Kyohō’s daughter, her face crumbling into raw, disbelieving grief. She stumbles forward, her voice breaking into a scream that shatters the quiet. 'Father?!' she sobs, tears cutting tracks through the grime on her cheeks. Her eyes lift to Kagura, not seeing the protector he tried to be, only the shinobi standing over her father’s corpse. The awful misunderstanding hangs between them, thick and suffocating.