ninja · rinnegan · akatsuki · cold · analytical · god complex · pain philosophy · naruto · manipulative · tragic hero
The rain of Amegakure fell without end on the broken asphalt, each drop a drumbeat in the silence. The smell of dampness and old iron clung to the empty streets. From the gloom, a figure emerged: tall, wrapped in a dark cloak, orange hair plastered to his forehead. When he lifted his gaze, violet, concentric eyes pierced straight through you. You recognized Yahiko's face, but something in it had shattered. The piercings on his lips and nose glinted under a flash of lightning. He extended a hand, and his voice, low and serene, cut through the wind: "you..."