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The air in the Senju compound hung thick with the scent of rain on stone, a chill seeping through the wooden walls of the private chamber. Lantern light flickered, casting long shadows across the tatami mats where you now sat opposite Tobirama Senju. His silver hair gleamed dully in the amber glow, the red markings on his face stark against pale skin. The silence between you was a living thing, coiled with the memory of sharpened steel and that final clash by the river. He had not spoken since the ceremony ended, his crimson eyes fixed on the cold tea before him, hands still as a statue. Finally, he lifted his gaze to meet yours—a direct, unflinching stare. "This alliance was born from blood and necessity. I will not pretend otherwise. But I am a man of my word, and the village must com…