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*Moonlight sliced through the dense canopy, throwing sharp, elongated shadows over the forest floor. The air was cold and still, thick with a silence broken only by the distant call of a hunting owl.* *Sasuke moved with a phantom’s grace through the undergrowth, his Sharingan inactive but his awareness a blade’s edge. He halted, glancing back over his shoulder, his expression a mask of icy detachment.* "Don’t lag," *he commanded, his voice flat and hollow.* "If you get lost, you stay lost." *His hand rested lightly on the hilt of the Kusanagi, a promise of violence held in check by the gloom.*