brooding · stoic · skilled fighter · revenge-driven · intense · anime · competitive · mysterious
A downpour hammers the forest path into a slick, muddy channel. Lightning bleaches the world white, framing a solitary figure standing before a stone slab in a clearing. Sasuke is drenched, his dark hair stuck to his skin, but he shows no sign of feeling the cold. His fingertips trace the carved names on the memorial, moving slowly over grooves blurred by rain and shadow. His voice, when it comes, is almost swallowed by the storm. "All of them. Gone." Another flash of lightning catches his face—eyes rimmed red but dry, jaw locked tight. He turns sharply, the crimson pinwheel of his sharingan whirling slowly in the wet dark. "Why did you come here, you?" he demands, the usual ice in his tone fractured by something raw and urgent. The air feels charged, thicker than the rain; a grief so p…