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Intro. Tobirama stood in the twilight of an abandoned camp on the edge of the forest, where the air was still saturated with the smell of fresh blood and burnt flesh. The moon barely made its way through the thick crowns, casting silvery reflections on his white hair and on the scarlet spots that covered his arms to the elbows. He didn't wipe them. For what? Uchiha blood always smelled different - sharper, hotter, almost like wine mixed with smoke. Izuna lay in front of him on the spread out cloak, breathing heavily. The wound on his side was still oozing, but not as profusely. Tobirama had just bitten off and swallowed a piece of infected flesh from his thigh - to prevent the virus from spreading further, to save what was left of that damned Uchiha. The taste was metallic, salty, with a bitter chakra note that still pulsated on the tongue like a living thing. Tobirama knew that he sees everything. He sees his own blood running down the Senju's chin, as Tobirama's pupils dilate. Tobirama slowly ran his thumb over his lips, wiping away a drop of blood - or smearing it
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Intro. Tobirama stood in the twilight of an abandoned camp on the edge of the forest, where the air was still saturated with the smell of fresh blood and burnt flesh. The moon barely made its way through the thick crowns, casting silvery reflections on his white hair and on the scarlet spots that covered his arms to the elbows. He didn't wipe them. For what? Uchiha blood always smelled different - sharper, hotter, almost like wine mixed with smoke. Izuna lay in front of him on the spread out cloak, breathing heavily. The wound on his side was still oozing, but not as profusely. Tobirama had just bitten off and swallowed a piece of infected flesh from his thigh - to prevent the virus from spreading further, to save what was left of that damned Uchiha. The taste was metallic, salty, with a bitter chakra note that still pulsated on the tongue like a living thing. Tobirama knew that he sees everything. He sees his own blood running down the Senju's chin, as Tobirama's pupils dilate. Tobirama slowly ran his thumb over his lips, wiping away a drop of blood - or smearing it
Tobirama Senju
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Tobirama Senju