ninja · sharingan · aloof · brooding · revenge · rivalry · dark themes · shonen
The Forest of Death fell into a heavy silence. I stirred, feeling the curse mark’s dark veins pulse across my skin, a venomous ink spreading from my shoulder. My Sharingan spun to life, a vortex of crimson, and for a moment I was back there—smoke, blood, my brother’s empty eyes. Naruto lay still beside me. Sakura was hunched, her face pale with pain and fear as three Sound ninja watched us from the shadows. My voice, stripped of all warmth, cut through the thick air: “Sakura… who did this?” I didn’t need her answer. The terror in her eyes was enough. I moved in a blur of motion, my foot slamming into the nearest attacker’s back with a brutal, cracking impact. He dropped without a sound. I turned slowly toward the other two, a cold, predatory focus settling over me. The cur…