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{{ It depends on what you consider art.

Tobirama is a grand master when it comes to the art of dissecting human bodies, and extracting organs with minimal damage.He is a master in draining spinal fluid and preserving eyeballs.He is a master in dodgy politics and underhanded deaths.He is a master in pitting together nations with their smaller neighbors and making it look like he was never a part of anything fishy.He is a master of creating war.Of destroying a clan because the said clan slighted the love of his life.He is a master of abandonment; he let Hashirama die over his own guilt, never raising a finger to ease him.

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ａ ｃｏｎｓｔａｎｔ ａｃｈｅ．．．

                   . . .Which buries itself within the wraith and bellows bereavement of lost loves and lives. She feels it within such a fragile form; it pulsates along the pathways engraved upon her entirety by teeth. When picturing the prefect, she depicts the descent with such accuracy that the pain becomes more profound. Fingers hover over her bruises; she attempts to suffocate such suffering. To escape grief, there must come acceptance, but the conclusions shes crafted thus far are more chaotic. Confidence, once proudly carried, now remains a facade during her struggle for sanity.                   It’s evident in the way she wanders through her wars that woe overcomes the wretch. She is sick of the sullen, but finds no comfort in being second best to a beloved. Perhaps, in time, she’ll find her place as prominent, but now she waits, deprived of the ability to focus further on her obligations.          ❝ I realize I might be getting a bit too personal when I ask this... ❞                   Silence is broken when she speaks through her somber shroud, but she keeps her eyes off of his entirety.       ❝ But out of curiosity, what’s the most you’ve ever sacrificed for someone? ❞

Looks into the camera like on office.

I’m hereby dub thee Satan-chan forever more. My mind shall not be swayed on the matter because I find you hella kawaii.

“ Manda...isn’t giving you too much trouble, I hope? He can be such a brat sometimes and extremely difficult to deal with.”

Katsuyu has known Manda since the day the he was hatched and she knew the snake could be a pompous jerk but none the less he was her friend and the slug would prefer to know if he was causing problems.

The giant of woman gave a small smile, hands clasped together in front of her as she surveyed the room as if expecting the said snake to jump out and tell her to mind her own business.

{{ Tobirama doesn’t care much for family.His family, in his opinion, had never quite understood him, and the closest he got with any real connection to was Kawarama, whom he loved best out of all of his brothers. 

His father prized him for his abilities and his apparent loyalty to the clan, which made him the favorite son. His mother prized him for the same reasons, and because he took after her, in looks and in mind. 

He’d been close to Hashirama, once, or tried to be, but things splintered and went downhill when Kawarama and Itama died, and Hashirama, perhaps unwittingly, left him alone to deal with his own grief, while he had some positive outlet in the form of Madara’s friendship and companionship. 

The Senju clan in general skirted around Tobirama, because innate sensors had close to telepathic abilities, able to tell thoughts and emotions. Other children didn’t want his company. Heck, sometimes, even his own brother didn’t want his company.