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painted and fell asleep.

The canon is Hashirama's house or his room is a solid handmade. Give him free rein and he will paint everything, everywhere there will be pots of flowers and seedlings and many decorative items made of wood made by himself.

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He was feared not only by dentists, but also by arachnophobes.

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All dentists were afraid of him.

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Happy birthday, moonlight. Thank for this wonderful week in which I had the opportunity to participate. It was a great experience for me.

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Day 6. Technique\Body.

Tobirama digs his feet into the ground, walking barefoot, letting the grass tickle his ankles. He is not afraid to plant splinters, the earth is a support for him, telling about the location of the enemy. It was enough to close his eyes first, to let the flow of chakra from the sternum down, along the abdomen, to the hips, calves, through the fingertips on the feet and into the ground. They are like invisible threads, weightless and flexible, but clearly tangible, they will reach out to someone else's chakra many kilometers ahead. Tobirama has strong legs, as a sensor he sees more, knows better and feels stronger.

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Day 5. Comfort.

Tobirama sleeps on his back because this is the "safest position". The child of war is used to listening to every rustle, it is important for him to react quickly and be able to keep everything under control. It's easier, safer and easier this way: open your eyes quickly and act. Feeling vulnerable was a weakness, his father had taught him that. It is difficult for Tobirama to get rid of this habit, even with a peaceful sky above his head. You can never be sure for sure.

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Day 4. Moon.

The moon does not shine, but only reflects the light of the sun.

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Day 3. Hands.

These hands don't deserve to be covered in blood.

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Day 2. Mistakes.

The mistakes of the past remain in the past.

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Day 1. Water + bonus Love.

Tobirama is like water – a flexible element. Water is able to adapt to anything and give itself the perfect shape it wants. Tobirama, like water, adapts to changes in his life. Do affect the water, but it will return to its original state. If you throw a stone into the water, it will only stir, the ripples on the water surface will be the only hint of concern, but it will disappear without a trace. But the stone will remain at the bottom.

Bonus:

Who else would teach Tobirama to love. That's what parents are given to show by their own example what it is like to love. And what if your mother died after the birth of Kawarama, what if your father, after the death of his beloved, hid from the children under a cold and impassive mask? Tobirama did not know how to love, but he studied desperately. Hashirama knew how to love, but not himself.

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-I'll take you with me, you'll read Domostroy. You will be an obedient, beautiful wife to me. -Nope! The snow melted on the shoulders of the new mink coat. -I'm so hot that I'm boosting the economy.

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TOBIRAMA WEEK 2024

Let’s come together again to celebrate Tobirama's birthday with an event happening from February 13th to February 19th. Share your love through fanfics, fanarts, graphics, gifs and much more; Don’t forget about including #tbrmweek in the tags of your posts!

PROMPTS

DAY 1 ∘ 02/13 ∘ WATER / IDENTITY / LOVE

DAY 2 ∘ 02/14 ∘ MISTAKES / STRATEGY / SECRETS

DAY 3 ∘ 02/15 ∘ HANDS / DISPOSITION / MORBID

DAY 4 ∘ 02/16 ∘ UNHEALED / MOON / CONTRACT

DAY 5 ∘ 02/17 ∘ PISCES / WINTER / COMFORT

DAY 6 ∘ 02/18 ∘ HEART / TECHNIQUE / BODY

DAY 7 ∘ 02/19 ∘ FREE / HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOBIRAMA

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Sunshine, where is your home?

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It's a crime to be such a sweet sun.

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Sun falls, break your knees into blood, drive dirt under your nails, tear burrs, pick wounds and apply plantain. Sun is falling, leaving golden prints on the ground, with bloody specks on the petals of sunflowers turned in your direction, looking with tiny eyes – grains. Cry, Sun, hide behind a blanket of leaden clouds, hanging low, soaked with your bitterness. Close your ears, fall over the horizon, lower your eyelids, burn in a scarlet glow. Sun burn, burn forests to the ground, drain rivers, get rays underground to dry cracks. Get up, Sun, start a new day that will bring you new troubles.