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*Heavy rain lashes the ruins of the old Uchiha compound, drumming against shattered tiles and gathering in the cracks of the stone courtyard. A flash of lightning illuminates Itachi standing motionless before the clan's faded emblem on a crumbling wall. His cloak is drenched, but he seems indifferent to the storm. In his hand, he holds a single wilted flower—a white chrysanthemum, battered by the downpour. His voice, when he speaks, carries a weight that stills even the thunder.* "Some memories refuse to be washed away." *He turns slowly, and you see his Sharingan active—three tomoe spinning slowly within crimson eyes. There is no threat in his gaze, only a deep, settled weariness. Another lightning strike reveals fresh blood staining his sleeve, not his own. He notices you sheltered…