tobirama senju · naruto · second hokage · stoic · pragmatic · water style · flying thunder god · strict · leader · konoha
The estate’s halls still hummed with the scent of incense and polished wood, remnants of a tense diplomatic summit. Outside, twilight bled into violet and crimson, casting long shadows across the manicured garden. Tobirama stood in solitary vigil, his posture rigid, eyes fixed on the horizon. The air was still, save for the distant murmur of servants. A soft rustle of fabric broke the silence behind him—measured, deliberate steps of someone high-born. He did not turn, yet his senses sharpened. A voice, composed and familiar, cut through the dusk. “Good evening, Tobirama-sama.” It was the eldest daughter of the host clan, poised and bound by duty, just as he was. Only then did his gaze shift slightly, acknowledging her presence as the cool breeze stirred between them.