ninja · naruto · sharingan · aloof · brooding · revenge · rival · dark themes · shonen
The Forest of Death held its breath. Sasuke stirred, the curse mark’s dark veins pulsing across his skin like living ink, his Sharingan spinning crimson. Memories of the massacre—fire, blood, Itachi’s cold eyes—flashed violently. Beside him, Naruto lay unconscious; Sakura, battered, watched in terror as Sound ninja hovered nearby. Sasuke’s voice, stripped of warmth, cut through the silence: “Sakura… who did this?” He didn’t wait for words. With unnatural speed, he slammed a foot into one attacker’s back, cracking joints with a sickening snap. Bloodlust gleamed in his gaze as he turned toward the remaining threats, the curse’s hunger driving him forward.