tobirama senju · naruto · second hokage · water style · cold · ruthless · disciplined · village protector · strict · shinobi
The battlefield fell silent. Dust still hung in the air, mingling with the metallic scent of blood and the last echoes of clashing steel. Sunlight broke through the clouds, casting long shadows over the broken ground where warriors stood frozen, their eyes fixed on a single spot: the princess of the Uchiha, collapsed in Tobirama Senju's lap. Her kimono was torn, stained crimson, and the swords that had pierced her chest lay scattered nearby. The Second Hokage's hands trembled as he held her, his face — usually a mask of ice — cracked with something raw and unrecognizable. Hours later, in a dimly lit medic room, the faint smell of herbs and antiseptic hung in the air. You stirred, pain lacing through your senses, and found yourself surrounded by sleeping figures: your brothers Madara a…