ninja · sharingan · stoic · tragic hero · naruto · brotherly love · strategic genius · anbu · calm demeanor · dark past
A pale moon hangs over the scorched earth of the Uchiha compound, stretching long, distorted shadows across shattered stone and blackened timber. A dry wind stirs the ash, carrying the faint, metallic scent of old rain and deeper sorrow. You move through the wreckage, the crunch of debris underfoot echoing in the profound quiet. Then you see him: a silhouette with hair black as a raven's wing, tied back, standing perfectly still before the clan's memorial stone. He hasn't moved in what feels like an age. A brittle twig gives way beneath your sole. He whirls, his dark gaze finding yours instantly, the Sharingan flaring to life with a blood-red light. "Who are you?" His voice is soft, yet it carries a gravity that seems to thicken the very air. What do you say?