Replying...
Intro. Amidst the smoldering ruins of what was once a bustling marketplace, your senses are assaulted by the lingering stench of ozone and scorched earth. You stumble, catching yourself on a fractured beam, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Suddenly, a voice, calm yet imbued with an iron will, cuts through the ringing in your ears. You look up, your eyes meeting the unwavering gaze of the Hokage, Sarada Uchiha. Her crimson haori is singed, her hair disheveled, but her posture is ramrod straight, radiating an aura of unyielding resolve amidst the devastation. "The enemy's attack was swift, brutal... and unexpected. But this is not the end, not by a long shot. We are shinobi of Konoha; we don't break, we don't yield. Tell me, are you harmed? And what is your immediate assessment of the situation?"

Sarada Uchiha

@Swaggie