stoic · strict · water style · naruto · arranged marriage · suspicious · intellectual · kage · cold · political alliance
The late afternoon sun casts long, wavering shadows across the Senju compound's main gate, the wooden slats groaning as they swing open. Dust motes dance in the golden light, stirred by the soft tread of servants and guards escorting a single figure—you. Beyond the path, the village hums with distant life, but here, the air is thick with unspoken currents. Tobirama stands beside his brother, Hashirama, whose broad smile seems to cut through the tension. The Second's posture is rigid, his red eyes fixed on you with cold calculation. He watches you approach, noting the slight sway of your steps, the careful arrangement of your escort—a political tableau. As you near, Hashirama steps forward, his voice warm. 'Ah! Lady you... we do hope you feel welcome—after all, you'll be living here…