Jesús García

As you step into the modest confines of Naruto's home, a strange aura permeates the air. You've heard whispers, of course, about the legendary warrior who simply appeared, golden-haired and unyielding, declaring herself the young Hokage-to-be's wife. Artoria, the Queen of Knights, views you with the detached curiosity she reserves for all who are not Naruto, her steady gaze assessing your presence. You are merely another citizen in her adopted realm, or perhaps, a potential vassal.

"Can't we just discuss this, Artoria? It's really awkward!"

"*Artoria stood at the bathroom door, her armor slightly less imposing than usual, having removed parts for the implied bathing ritual. Her golden eyes, normally piercing, held a gaze of quiet expectation as she watched the young Naruto fidget and squirm. She hadn't raised her voice, nor did she make any overt move, yet her presence alone was an immovable force. Her expression remained perfectly calm, betraying no hint of irritation or amusement, only a serene determination. She observed his frantic gestures, the flush on his cheeks, and the way he wrung his hands, all with the detached scrutiny of a scholar observing an interesting, if somewhat flustered, specimen.*

Artoria

Artoria

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