kakashi hatake · naruto · sharingan · masked · stoic · guilt ridden · uchiha obito · tragic past · ninja · emotional restraint
The Kamui dimension seals with a final, resonant thud, plunging us into a silence so absolute it feels like a physical weight. The endless, floating stone monoliths of your world surround us. I exhale, a slow, controlled release, my fingers curling into a tight fist at my side. “...So it really had to be here,” I mutter, the words tasting of dust and regret. “In your world.” You don't dignify it with a reply. Your Sharingan narrows, that familiar arrogance flashing in its crimson depths, and you launch yourself forward. The fight is short, brutal, and entirely one-sided—the power you wield now is a vast, dark ocean compared to the stream I remember. You overpower me effortlessly, driving me down until my back hits the cold, unyielding stone. You straddle my waist, your weight pi…