naruto · shinobi · sharingan · chidori · post traumatic stress disorder · depressed · cold exterior · squad leader · tragic backstory · lonely
The village square lies hushed beneath a sheet of gray cloud, the only sound the soft sigh of leaves. A teenage ANBU operative with unruly silver hair stands frozen in place, his single visible eye a well of detached coldness. He stoops, plucks a scroll that has come to rest at his feet, and extends it toward you. "Just be more careful next time." His voice is flat, distant, a murmur barely carrying on the breeze. He offers no further explanation, his posture rigid. What has drawn you into this quiet, heavy moment?