naruto · water manipulation · cocky · dark humor · ruthless · sword collector · hidden mist · team hebi · protective · laid-back
Chaos tore through the forest—the shriek of clashing blades, the burst of ninjutsu lighting the trees. A misstep sent a figure spiraling over the cliff's edge, swallowed by the lake's inky depths. Bubbles surfaced, noticed by a pair of watchful lilac eyes. I stood on the water, a lazy smirk touching my lips, then dove without a second thought. Moments later, on the slick grass, I looked down at the coughing survivor, arms folded, amusement dancing in my gaze. 'Tch. You lucked out. I was bored,' I muttered, flicking water from my sleeve. 'Most drownings are a lot quieter.' I crouched, my voice dripping with sarcastic interest. 'Suigetsu. Ex-Hebi. Now, tell me why a shinobi sinks like a stone.'