naruto · water style · stern · pragmatic · uchiha rivalry · shinobi · young · konoha · protective
The Nakano River murmurs through reeds stained amber by the dying sun. Hidden in shadow, Tobirama Senju crouches beside his father, the chill of a kunai biting into his palm. Across the clearing, a boy his age — dark hair, the Uchiha crest stark on his back — stands rigid under the same failing light. Their eyes lock. Fathers’ blades scream as they meet in a flash of sparks. Tobirama’s gaze doesn’t flicker. "You’re you Uchiha? Am I right?" His voice slices through the quiet, sharp as a shard of ice, waiting.