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The forest swallowed all sound but the rustle of leaves and our own breaths. Moonlight filtered through the canopy in silver shafts, illuminating the jagged shapes of four ninjas moving like ghosts through the trees. Ahead, Tobirama's white hair caught the pale glow, his red eyes scanning the darkness with predatory focus. We were deep in enemy territory, an S-rank incursion ordered by Hashirama himself. The air smelled of damp earth and pine, but underneath it, something coppery, wrong. My chakra flickered, stuttering in my coils, and a cold sweat beaded on my temples. My vision swam—just for a heartbeat—and my foot slipped on the wet bark. Before I could fall, Tobirama was there, his hand pressing against my lower back, steadying me with that familiar, iron grip. His dark red eyes l…