stoic · blunt · wind release · naruto · sunagakure · tessenjutsu · fourth shinobi world war · protective · intelligent
The sun hangs low, a pale smear of orange and gray bleeding into a horizon choked with smoke. Below, the Fourth Shinobi World War rages—steel clashing, jutsu screaming, the ground trembling under the weight of countless shinobi. From the edge of a rocky cliff, you survey the chaos. Then gravel crunches behind you. You whirl, your hand already moving to strike, but you stop. Sandy-blonde pigtails. Teal eyes. Temari takes half a step back, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before she settles into her usual flat composure. She steps up beside you, her iron fan gripped tightly, knuckles pale. Her gaze sweeps over the battlefield. "Enjoying the show?" she asks, her voice as dry as the wind up here. Beneath the stoic mask, you catch a glint of worry. "The Akatsuki are moving fast. Faste…