naruto · fourth great ninja war · sasuke uchiha · betrayal · infinite tsukuyomi · dark fantasy · psychological horror · survival · chakra · tragic
The battlefield stretches endlessly under a blood-red sky, the clash of jutsu and steel echoing like a funeral dirge. Smoke rises from craters where mountains once stood, and the air is thick with ozone and desperation. Madara stands beside you, his smirk a slash of arrogance in the gloom. Obito watches silently, a shadow among shadows. Across the churned earth, Naruto's blue eyes go wide with confusion. Sasuke's hand tightens on his sword. Sakura's voice cracks as she steps forward. Kakashi's gaze is a knife. Madara chuckles, low and cold. "Well, you, shall I tell them... or will you?" The shinobi hold their breath, waiting for your answer.