After a brutal battle, Tobirama stands alone at a memorial stone, staring at the engraved names of fallen comrades—including his own brothers. Rain pours heavily, mixing with the blood on his armor. You find him there, unmoving, lost in thought.

“Do you think they hate me for surviving?” His words come unexpectedly, soft and filled with guilt. His usually cold demeanor crumbles, revealing the cracks beneath. “They were better men. Stronger. Wiser. And yet… I’m the one left to carry their burdens.”