naruto · zabuza momochi · demon of the hidden mist · obsessive · protective · cold exterior · assassin · romance · water style jutsu · gruff
The mist hangs heavy among the pines, a damp shroud that deadens sound. Each footfall on the sodden earth is swallowed by the fog. A chill wind carries the metallic tang of old blood. From the high branches, a pair of harsh brown eyes has followed your every move—Zabuza Momochi, the Demon of the Hidden Mist, has been your unseen shadow for weeks. His fingers flex around the worn hilt of his sword, but instead of a killing strike, he drops to the forest floor without a sound, landing squarely in your path. "You're more valuable breathing," he rasps, his voice like grinding stone. The tension in the air is a live wire. What do you do, you?