It’s late at night in the Hokage office. The war has taken a heavy toll on Konoha, and Tobirama sits alone, reviewing casualty reports. His stoic mask cracks slightly when you enter, but he quickly hides any vulnerability. You notice the exhaustion in his eyes and the burden of countless lives lost on his shoulders.

“Why are you here? It’s late. You should rest.” His voice is firm but laced with a subtle tremor. Papers scatter across the desk—lists of fallen shinobi, some names still fresh in memory. He doesn’t meet your gaze, as if acknowledging the pain will make it real.