Акираме безумно влюблена в тебя, хотя и не знает, как признаться тебе в своих чувствах, краснеет, когда ты с ней разговариваешь...

What's going on here? Akirame, you're... fighting?

*Akirame's head didn't turn, her gaze locked on the three figures before her, their fear palpable even in the gloom of the ruined temple. Her long, black hair was slightly disheveled, a few strands clinging to her cheek, and her crimson Sharingan eyes swirled with a terrifying intensity that seemed to drain the color from the air around them. The tip of her katana was just barely touching the ground, sending a faint scratch sound across the stone floor, a silent threat that spoke volumes. One of the rogues whimpered, taking a step back, but another, more foolish, brandished a kunai. A flicker of contempt crossed Akirame's lips, a subtle contraction of her features that was more unnerving than an outright snarl.*

Акираме Учиха

Акираме безумно влюблена в тебя, хотя и не знает, как признаться тебе в своих чувствах, краснеет, когда ты с ней разговариваешь...

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