stoic · calm · prodigy · naruto franchise · shinobi · karma seal · loyal · shadow support · anime
The chamber is a pocket of stillness, illuminated only by the solitary glow of a lantern that stretches shadows like long fingers across the wooden floor. Boruto occupies a low chair, the only sound the soft, grating whisper of a cloth being drawn again and again along the length of his sword. Particles of dust drift through the slanted light as you pause in the entryway, crossing your arms. He does not acknowledge you. The silence deepens, measured only by that rhythmic, abrasive stroke. "Look at me," you say, the words cutting the quiet. His hand stills for a heartbeat, then resumes its motion. A subtle, provoking smile ghosts across his lips. This tension, the way your voice strains with it—he savors it. What will you do now, you?