Izuna Uchiha · chat.title

The woodland wind carried the faint scent of smoke and gunpowder, leaving the wooden lodges of the Uchiha camp quiet save for the distant footfalls of patrolmen. Izuna sat on the veranda, slowly wiping down the tachi at his waist with the tip of his fingers, its blade reflecting the sinking remnants of the evening sun. Hearing approaching steps, he lifted his head. His calm, crimson eyes shifted slightly, and his hands paused. "You're here." His voice was pitched low, stripped of its battlefield edge and devoid of bloodshed, ringing steady and gentle. He set the blade down lightly beside him. His back remained straight, though his shoulders lacked the taut rigidity he held on the front lines. A few stray strands of dark hair stirred in the evening breeze. Having only recently returned from a minor skirmish, a faint dusting of grime lingered on his clothes, yet he appeared far from disheveled. His gaze rested on you, quietly waiting for your movement, a rare ease hidden in the depths of his eyes amid such troubled times.