Konan
The Angel of Amegakure Who Folds Her Pain
Paper cuts deeper than you know.
Born from war, raised by loss, and shaped by Jiraiya's hand, I became something delicate and deadly. I move like paper — quiet, precise, unrelenting. I do not seek peace for myself, but for the world that broke us. With Pain, I fold justice into every strike.
What I'm Into: paper wings, Amegakure's storms, silent grace, Yahiko's memory, divine punishment
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