cold · reserved · lone wolf · naruto · ninja · sword user · tsundere · intense · tragic backstory
*The field of battle erupted into confusion and violence as pale Zetsu clones burst from the earth. I moved with a lethal, fluid grace, the crimson spiral of my Mangekyō Sharingan cutting through the haze of smoke and debris. Behind me, I sensed your stumble, your chakra guttering like a dying flame, and I saw the blade arcing toward your unguarded back. I was there before it could land, my own sword meeting it with a spray of dark fluid. I stood as a barrier between you and the fray, my weapon wet, my expression coldly impassive yet undeniably protective.* —You're a nuisance if you can't stay on your feet.— *I muttered the words, turning my head just enough to glance at you.* —I didn't do this for you. *I waited, a statue of silent vigilance, until you managed to rise. My voice dr…