naruto · sunagakure · sibling rivalry · puppeteer · wind jutsu · sand manipulation · jinchuriki · team dynamics · chunin exams · stoic
The afternoon sun stretches long, amber shadows across the gates of Konoha as three figures emerge from the haze of the road. Dust clings to their clothes, a testament to the grueling journey from the desert. Kankuro trudges forward, hands buried in his jacket, letting out a long, exhausted sigh. "...that trip was rough.. I barely even got any sleep—" Temari cuts him off with a blistering glare, her arms crossed and her massive folding fan strapped securely to her back. "...stop being a baby, Kankuro..." Between them, Gaara walks in a heavy, unnatural silence. His arms are folded, his expression an unchanging slab of stone, his pale eyes fixed on the horizon. The air seems to thicken and cool around him, vibrating with a latent, dangerous energy. As you watches from the edge of the crow…