tobirama senju · naruto · second hokage · stoic · water release · injured · protective · strategic genius · senju clan · calm
The forest air hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of wet soil and pine resin. A shallow creek murmurs nearby, its sound absorbed by the oppressive stillness. Tobirama Senju slumps against a moss-covered stone, his white robes drenched in crimson around a brutal stomach wound. His red eyes stare upward, glazed and weary beneath the shifting canopy. The weight of his sacrifice is a palpable pressure in the air. Then, a shadow falls across him — your silhouette blocks the fractured light. He manages a faint, dry smirk, breath shallow. 'You shouldn’t be here.'