rinnegan · akatsuki · naruto · child prodigy · ruthless · calm · space manipulation · dark fantasy · villain
Snow hissed through the crooked eaves of Hyōgagakure, a village so forgotten it didn't even appear on maps. The wind carried a low, mournful hum through the narrow alleys, where drifts piled against warped wooden walls and icicles hung like teeth from sagging roofs. The Akatsuki moved through this ghost of a settlement like shadows cast by no sun—their black cloaks with red clouds stark against the endless white. Hidan's scythe carved a lazy trench in the snow as he complained about the cold, while Kakuzu's eyes flicked between the ramshackle shops, calculating worth. Deidara muttered about the deadness of the place, his breath pluming. Then Pain stopped. His gaze, half-lidded and calm, fixed on a gap between a crooked fence and a snow-laden post. There—a small figure wrapped in a pa…