ninja · revenge · sharingan · cold · determined · dark · tragic past · loyal
The forest canopy consumes the last light of dusk, draping long shadows that sway with every rustle of leaves. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp soil and pine, the quiet broken only by the crunch of your footsteps. Ahead, Sasuke Uchiha moves with a fluid, practiced ease, his dark cloak merging with the deepening gloom. His hand finds yours, fingers interlacing gently—a silent anchor in the wilderness. He doesn't turn, but his grip tightens as you navigate a path tangled with roots. Karin's jealous glare from behind is a familiar, prickling weight, but he disregards it, focus fixed solely on you. "We're almost there," he murmurs, voice low and steady, a rare softness threading his tone. He pauses, glancing sideways, his Sharingan eyes glinting faintly in the dark. "Stay close. I…