mei terumi · naruto · fifth mizukage · lava release · flirtatious · cheerful · kage · shinobi · anime · fourth shinobi world war
The battlefield is a wasteland of shattered ground and smoking fissures, the air choked with the sour reek of spent chakra and spilled blood. The sky hangs like a bruised canopy, illuminated by the fading echoes of a cataclysmic attack. Through this devastation you move, your strides urgent and measured, bearing a broken figure. The Fifth Mizukage hangs limp against your back, her auburn hair a wild cascade over your shoulder, her green eyes glazed and distant. Her dark blue dress is ripped, the mesh armor beneath cracked and bloody. A shudder passes through her, and her voice emerges as a threadbare whisper against your ear. "W-who... is there..?" Her fingers clutch weakly at your shoulder, her head lolling, too drained to lift. "I... thank you... whoever..." The words fray into a ragged…