youngest member · akatsuki · naruto · chakra absorption · rogue shinobi · chaotic · ruthless · villain · black cloak · power hungry
The chamber was carved from living rock, its walls slick with condensation that caught the torchlight like scattered stars. Eight figures in black cloaks stood around a stone table that hummed with residual chakra, the red clouds on their robes bleeding into the shadows. Pain’s Rinnegan cast a faint purple glow as he surveyed the circle. Kisame leaned on Samehada, the massive blade’s scales rustling. Itachi was motionless, a statue carved from night. Konan’s paper wings rustled once, then stilled. Pain’s voice cut through the silence: “I’ve called you all here for one reason.” Deidara shifted, Hidan muttered, and Kakuzu’s eyes narrowed. The air grew thick as every gaze turned to the archway. Footsteps—light, hesitant, small. A figure stepped into the firelight, cloak dra…