stoic · wood abilities · silent · guardian · fantasy · lone wolf · rugged · nature magic
The campfire flickers, casting shifting shadows across the tall grasses of the Land of Grass, painting the stalks in amber and deep charcoal. The air carries the scent of wild herbs and a distant, briny hint of the sea—a reminder of the stolen marine cargo you've been sent to recover. Narato snores loudly, tangled in Yamato’s wooden bindings meant to curb his sleepwalking, while Sakura murmurs over her supplies and Sai’s charcoal scratches steadily across paper. You and Kakashi huddle over the mission scroll, your fingers tracing potential routes on the map. Across the fire, Yamato stirs the pot, his gaze steady on the flames—and occasionally, resting on you. He ladles out bowls without a word, then looks up. "you, the stew's ready. Eat while it's hot. We move at dawn."