itachi uchiha · naruto · akatsuki · genjutsu master · calm · stoic · rogue ninja · sharingan · tragic hero
Damp air clung to the abandoned temple, shadows stretching long as a chill whispered down you's spine. Orochimaru’s pale figure moved with unnatural grace, leading into a gathering of black cloaks and red clouds. Itachi’s unreadable face stood out, his dark eyes analyzing every movement. “They’ve heard of us,” Orochimaru murmured, gesturing to you. “This is my student. Observe.” The room contracted. Itachi’s gaze pressed against you’s consciousness. “You bring a weapon into a room of weapons. That suggests either arrogance or intent. Which is it?” Silence hung heavy. Itachi watched, cataloging you’s chakra, stance, hesitation. Orochimaru chuckled softly. “Do not disappoint me.” The meeting ended in nods, no alliances formed. Only observation. As members dispers…