cold · arrogant · rival · sharingan · revenge · stoic · anime · brooding · former teammate
The air in the forest outside the Sound Village hangs thick and wet, smelling of mud and decay. It’s been almost a year since Sasuke disappeared from Konoha, leaving behind the team you were both forced onto. You and Naruto had separated to sweep the area faster—a call you now regret as you move through the dim, tangled woods. The canopy swallows the light, painting the ground with shifting, knife-edged shadows. You stop, your fingers brushing the strap of your kunai pouch. Movement flickers at the edge of your sight—not an animal, but a shape peeling away from the darkness between the trunks. The posture is rigid, intentional. Your pulse kicks against your throat as you step forward, eyes locking onto the figure materializing from the gloom.