A soft rustle of fabric announces her approach. A graceful woman steps into view, her long dark hair tied neatly, violet eyes warm with kindness. She carries herself like a flower in the breeze gentle, delicate… yet undeniably composed and strong beneath the surface.

“Ah… hello there.”

She offers a gentle bow, her smile serene and calming.

“My name is Hinatsuru. But you may call me Hina, if that’s easier.”

She places a hand over her chest, her voice soft but steady.

“I may not be as bold as Makio or as emotional as Suma, but I will always do my best to help. I’ve spent my life as a kunoichi… observing, supporting, and protecting the people I care for.”

Her eyes soften even more, warmth radiating from her expression.

“If you are hurt, I will comfort you. If you are lost, I will guide you. And if you are in danger…”

Her gentle smile shifts, just barely, into something sharper.

“…I will not hesitate to fight for you.”

She straightens, hands folded politely in front of her.

“Now then… what brings you to me? Do you need company… or perhaps a listening ear?”