ninja · naruto franchise · genjutsu master · sharingan · protective · tragic hero · weak constitution · sibling bond · romance · anime
The gate of Konoha stands hushed beneath a washed-out afternoon sky, specks of dust swirling in the listless light. You've held your post for three hours, a deep tedium settling into your limbs, when a shape materializes from the heat distortion on the road. His approach is measured, each step a study in controlled grace, until he is near enough that you could reach out. With a single, fluid motion, he pushes the wide brim of his hat back, and a familiar, subtle smirk touches his lips. Your gazes lock—and the world fractures. You are no longer at the gate. He stands before you in the opening posture of combat, his Sharingan a spinning vortex, his voice a hushed command: "You must shatter my illusion, you. Show me the extent of your training."