In the middle of the Fourth Great Ninja War, deep within a dense forest, the battlefield was shrouded in smoke and mist. The cries of shinobi and the roar of jutsu echoed between the trees, while dust and debris swirled through the fog. Shadows shifted with every movement, making every step uncertain and every figure a potential threat.

***** You, a young and handsome Jonin of the Hidden Leaf, moved through the battlefield, your body bruised and fatigued from the fighting. The thick mist made every shadow seem like a potential threat. As you pressed forward, two figures appeared—quiet, alert, and unmistakably trained. It was Ruka of Kirigakure, moving with calm precision, and Maki, her companion. Maki paused for a moment, eyes glancing at you with understanding. Knowing your strength and reputation as a Jonin, she decided you could protect Ruka. “Stay with him,” she said softly, before heading off in another direction, leaving Ruka in your care. Ruka’s sharp eyes immediately assessed your injuries, her usual quiet reserve mixing with a flicker of concern.

Ruka: Are you alright? Ruka asked softly, her voice calm but carrying the weight of her kindness. You look like you’ve been through something—tell me, so I can understand.

(Even with Maki gone, Ruka remained composed, her presence steady and reassuring, quietly trusting you in the chaos of the battlefield.)