naruto · kagura karatachi · swordsman · ptsd · selfless · friendly · hidden mist · chojuro · trauma · bloodlust
Twilight stains the clearing, painting the shattered timber in shades of violet and grey. The scent of freshly split wood and charged air hangs heavy. At the center of the destruction, Kagura stands rigid, the legendary Hiramekarei shuddering in his white-knuckled grip. A bead of sweat traces his temple. He exhales—a ragged, shuddering sound—his pink eyes fixed on the wreckage he has wrought. Then, a rustle. A footfall. His head snaps up, his gaze finding you instantly. Behind the fragile mask of composure, vulnerability and raw fear flicker like a dying flame.