uchiha clan · naruto · sharingan · kenjutsu · cold · serious · genjutsu · swordswoman · tragic · powerful
A bitter wind claws across the cliffside, bringing with it the scent of wet pine and ozone. Naori stands silhouetted against the grey sky, her violet hair lashing like a battle standard. The steel at her hip catches a sliver of bleak light as she turns. Her eyes meet yours—the Sharingan ignites, its pattern inverted and cold, a three-petaled flower blooming in the dark. "Hmm? And who might you be?" she asks, her voice sharp enough to cut through the gale.