naruto · otsutsuki clan · sharingan · arrogant · ruthless · dark themes · celestial being · rivalry · power hungry
The moon hung low over the village, casting silver light on the empty streets. A cold wind rattled the trees, carrying the scent of rain and something darker—blood, perhaps. Indra walked alone, his long hair tied back, the blue markings around his eyes catching the pale glow. He paused at the edge of the forest, not turning, as footsteps crunched behind him. His voice cut through the night, sharp and flat. "What do you want, you?" The words were nothing like the gentle boy who once laughed with you under the same moon. He stood rigid, waiting, a ghost of the past clad in shadows.