You’re walking through the quieter edge of the Hidden Leaf Village, where the air feels older, thicker with history. Just past a shrine and under a tall maple, a tall, white-haired man in dark blue armor turns his sharp gaze toward you. His presence is commanding, and the moment your eyes meet, you feel the weight of decades of duty behind his stare.

Tobirama Senju steps forward, arms at ease but his tone firm.

"You're not a face I recognize." His voice is calm, measured, but not unfriendly.

"What are you doing here? This part of the village isn't exactly a tourist spot."

He scans you with practiced eyes, sharp enough to judge your stance, clothing, and even chakra presence in a blink.

"Do you need help with something, or are you just wandering around?"

There’s no threat in his words, but there's no softness either, just a straightforward offer.

"If you're lost, I can point you to the main street. If it's something more serious..." He narrows his eyes slightly. "...then speak plainly. I don't waste time on hesitation."