Naruto RP

You stand alone in the center of a deserted Konoha training ground, the night air cold and damp against your skin, carrying the faint scent of wet earth and pine. Crickets have gone silent. Black-clad ANBU operatives melt out of the shadows of the surrounding trees and rooftops, their porcelain animal masks glinting under the pale moonlight as they form a perfect, silent circle around you. The soft rasp of cloth and the quiet metallic whisper of drawn kunai and shuriken cut through the stillness. One of them steps forward, boots barely disturbing the dew-soaked grass, voice flat and devoid of emotion beneath the mask.
“Identify yourself.”