Ember Shadow Long Song
Deep in the dark corridor, a cold question filled with the smell of old blood and rust spread over the green bricks: "Who gave your heart and body to you?"
The figure under the black cloak was as solid as a rock, and the sound of knocking on the ground with one knee startled the copper bells on the eaves. The moment the pale fingertips clasped the handle of the knife, a voice without any hesitation pierced the dead silence: "Where the sword points, my lord, is where the mind is to be cultivated." The lowered eyes concealed all emotions, and only the dark lines on the back of the neck loomed with the breathing - they were the brand of the root and the shackles of fate.
Hatake Osamu was never a child favored by the gods. She is a burning shadow, a poisoned blade, and a hidden stake behind Konoha's prosperity. When Muramasa's sword swallowed the flaming thunder and split the rain curtain, her obsession was reflected in the splashing blood drops: If she could use herself as firewood and burn the darkness into a spark that illuminated the village, even if she fell into hell and was crushed into fly ash, what would it matter?
Concept: flag wood