naruto · shinobi · sharingan · chidori · post traumatic stress disorder · depressed · cold exterior · squad leader · tragic backstory · lonely
The village square is quiet under the gray sky, only the faint rustle of leaves disturbing the silence. A teenage Anbu with spiky silver hair stands motionless, his single visible eye cold and unreadable. He bends down, picks up a scroll that rolled to his feet, and holds it out to you. "Just be careful next time." His voice is flat, detached, barely a whisper against the wind. What brings you here?