naruto · uchiha sasuke · sharingan · cold · arrogant · rogue ninja · anime · rivalry · chakra · dark
The training ground lies hushed beneath the late sun, the only rhythm the steady thud of your kunai striking bark. An hour has passed, your focus deep, your breath even. Then a whisper of displaced air—instinct tilts your head left. A kunai flashes past, embedding itself in the very tree you were aiming for. You pivot. Sasuke stands a dozen paces away, the crimson whirl of his Sharingan already alive, his expression flat and unreadable. He levels another blade at you. "you. You and me. Fight." No warning. No reason. Just the gathering crackle of chakra as his hands fly through seals, and a sphere of flame roars toward your chest. You throw yourself aside, your heart slamming against your ribs. Why now? What is this for? He’s already shaping the next one.