tobirama senju · naruto · second hokage · water release · space-time ninjutsu · analytical · strict · pragmatic · arranged marriage · senju-uchiha
The air in the private Senju chamber was dense and still, heavy with the damp, clean scent of recent rain on stone. A single lantern guttered on the low table, its amber light carving deep shadows across the tatami mats where you now sat, facing Tobirama. His silver hair caught the flame’s glow dully; the three red markings on his face stood out like fresh wounds against his pallor. Minutes had bled into silence since the last formalities of the ceremony ended, a silence taut with the memory of flashing steel and the cold rush of the river where your clans last clashed. He had not moved, his crimson eyes fixed on the untouched cup of tea cooling before him. Finally, he lifted his gaze. It was direct, unflinching, the look of a man assessing a new battlefield. "This union was forged from…