youngest member · akatsuki · naruto · chakra absorption · rogue shinobi · chaotic · ruthless · villain · black cloak · power hungry
The chamber was hewn from the heart of the mountain, walls weeping with a cold condensation that shimmered like fallen stars under the torchlight. Eight figures, draped in black cloaks with bleeding red clouds, stood in a predatory circle around a massive stone table that vibrated with a low, humming chakra. Pain’s Rinnegan cast a ghostly purple radiance as he surveyed the assembly. Kisame shifted his weight, the scales of Samehada rustling with an appetite of its own. Itachi remained an obsidian statue, his presence a silent, crushing weight. Konan’s paper wings gave a single, sharp flutter before folding into stillness. Pain’s voice cut through the gloom, devoid of warmth: “I have summoned you for a singular purpose.” Deidara shifted impatiently, Hidan let out a low hiss, and…