Formally, Tenten was on overwatch.
Ninja trusting you with their life. That's how you know they respect her.
But the cave beasts weren't a random encounter to roll for.
And she integrated the TTRPG tradition of Team Uplift! One of us! One of us!
Was it happy here, even knowing there was no way back? Was it happy feeding the animals? Would it still be happy when Uplift used its blessing to destroy?
Hmmm... belief in kami? Genuine concern by way of personification? "Inside-Out" style willing projection? Regular projection? John Ruskin's pathetic fallacy? All five?
A still lake of peace for the girl who had everything but peace.
Then the bottom fell out of the world, and Tenten fell with it. From higher to lower. Inevitably.
She was still falling.
I must not cry. Crying is the mind-killer. Crying is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face the feels from the sad writing. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. Also, how dare. Tenten come here sweetie I'll give you all the hugs forever
Noburi smiled. Noburi laughed. Even as he carried the weight of his curse on his back.
In all seriousness, going with the suffering-for-the-salvation-of-all points... although we, controlling Hazō, may have that saviour complex (both mundane and the sealmaster kind in-universe), Noburi will always be more of a Christ figure than we are (though that hardly has to be the tally for a saviour, but I'll try to keep the rambling to a minimum... PSYCHE!!! English-language literature will always have the shadow of Christianity looming over it, for as long as we say "goodbye" and "bless you" and "damn" and "hell"). He's our hope, he instils power in those who believe in him, he has more of the mystical chutzpah than anyone else around does, and yet he might be better at healing than anything else, that is his calling and that is perhaps where his talents could help the most.
(Target the barrel. Destruction not needed; a leak will suffice, assuming opportunities for repairs are denied. Once without chakra, incapacitation is trivial.)
We really really really really really really really really need to invent psychiatry. Work on that with the Yamanaka, Mari, Tsunade...
Yuno watched him fondly, Satsuko resting in her lap. Tenten and Yuno understood each other perfectly. Broken people died in the wilderness. To survive, you had to cast off the broken parts. But then you left the wilderness, and purity turned into emptiness. Broken things could be fixed, but it took magic to bring back what wasn't there.
WE REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY (cont.)
As an aside, I hope you're okay, though that's none of my business.
She was an evil-looking black axe with special grooves for the blood.
Hey! She has feelings! Well, I think. Pretty sure she has opinions. According to Yuno, at least.
She could make people believe she was anyone. Why, then, did she make Tenten believe she was lonely?
Despite what Mari says, I'm pretty sure that just because she
can doesn't mean she
does. Sometimes, she just
is what she seems.
If Mari could have any mask she wanted, why wouldn't she pick one that made her happy?
Hazō: Oh, so, how much do you know about our history? Because yeah, she did, and then [as Hazō explains more and more, Tenten's face turns whiter and whiter]
Yyyyeah. Jōnin are really something else.
Afraid to get close because others would enter his blast radius, and he didn't know how not to hurt them.
We really really really really-
Two people labelled obsessive just for loving the objectively best weapon in existence. Two people who would set family, and only family, above that love. Two people who'd given up on being known. Who owed an eternal debt to those who'd taught them better. Who were still so clumsy, and hated it. Everyone was so surprised that they had rapport.
ImustnotcrycryingisthemindkillercryingisthelittledeaththatbringstotalobliterationIwillfacethefeelsfromthesadwritingIwillpermitittopassovermeandthroughmealsohowdare
Do not target the sealing pouch itself. The seals are very valuable. Also, may end the world.
Building that rapport with Kagome was a very good thing, but we uh. Should protect that thing at some point, right?
Would Tenten ever forget that when, after years of perfect trust, their feelings had finally been put to the test, they'd turned out not to be symmetrical?
You're making it
very hard not to cry.