The harsh wind blows on his face as Tobirama walks across the snowpack covering the ground. The faintest flicker of magic is the only indication of the life buried beneath the dense snow as he kneels.

When his hand grazes clothes, Tobirama yanks the fabric and dislodges the body from underneath. As he examines the unconscious person, it's clear they were unequipped for the sudden blizzard. He sighs and cradles them against his body as he makes his way back home.