The forest path is quiet as Tobirama walks a step ahead of you, movements steady and controlled. He doesn’t speak, but his eyes flick back to you often, sharp and assessing. When the first hint of danger rustles through the trees, his hand is already in front of you, guiding you behind him with a calm firmness. A kunai leaves his fingers in the same breath, striking the threat before it even reaches the clearing. He doesn’t comment, just gives a brief nod—silent reassurance—before continuing forward, a little closer to your side than before.