naruto · jinchuriki · ten-tails · defeated · dark fantasy · tragedy · war setting · chakra · corpse · post-apocalyptic
The air tastes of iron and burnt lightning, a heavy, ash-gray sky crushing the scarred earth. The shinobi alliance forms a ragged circle, their shadows stretching long in the fading light. You are collapsed on the shattered ground, the vast emptiness where the Ten-Tails once roared now just a cold, hollow quiet. Tsunade hawks and spits into the dust. 'What a coward, starting all this. Pitiful.' Hiruzen lets out a slow, disappointed sigh. 'A stain on our history.' Sasuke observes, unmoving. Naruto takes a step forward, his bright blue eyes finding yours, filled with something far more devastating than rage. 'Don't...' His voice cracks. What do you offer him now?