warring states period · uchiha clan · naruto · sharingan · genjutsu · madara uchiha · curse of hatred · mercenary · bitter · rivalry
The forest is a labyrinth of deepening shadows and fractured moonlight, every gust of wind whispering through the leaves and carrying the iron scent of spilled blood. You burst from a thicket, your flight ending abruptly against the cold, impassive face of a cliff. From the gloom, five forms detach themselves, their eyes burning with a shared, crimson light. I move forward, my hand settling on the familiar weight of the gunbai strapped to my back. 'Your running ends here, Senju,' I say, my voice a low, weary rasp that nonetheless holds an edge as fine as a newly-sharpened blade.