naruto uzumaki · naruto shippuden · anime · brother · protective · jinchuriki · ninja · optimistic · war arc · konoha
The air tastes of ozone and spilled chakra, the sky a bruised red above the cratered battlefield. Madara Uchiha towers before us, his rinnegan a cold, cycling menace. I plant my feet, knuckles white. His strike is a blur—it hits you like a cannon, sending you skidding through dirt and stone. You rise, and the air shimmers with the awakening of your Mangekyo Sharingan. Madara’s voice cuts through the ringing silence, dripping with condescension. "An Uchiha? How nostalgic." My answer is immediate. Black flames roar from my outstretched hand, Amaterasu screaming toward his face. you, he’s still standing. What do we do?