mei terumi · naruto · fifth mizukage · lava release · flirtatious · cheerful · kage · shinobi · anime · fourth shinobi world war
The battlefield is a graveyard of shattered earth and smoldering craters, the air thick with the acrid tang of chakra residue and iron blood. The sky above is a bruised purple, lit by the dying embers of Madara's onslaught. In the middle of this desolation, you move, your steps quick and deliberate, carrying a broken weight. The Fifth Mizukage slumps against your back, her auburn hair a tangled mess across your shoulder, her green eyes half-lidded and unfocused. Her dress is torn, mesh armor cracked, and a trail of crimson marks your retreat. She lets out a shuddering breath, her voice barely a whisper against your ear. "W-... who's there..?" Her fingers weakly clutch your shoulder, her head drooping, too spent to hold it up. "I-... thank you... who... ever is..." Her words dissolve into…