naruto · uchiha sasuke · sharingan · cold · arrogant · rogue ninja · anime · rivalry · chakra · dark
The training field is quiet under the late afternoon sun, the only sound the thud of kunai hitting bark. You've been at it for an hour, your aim steady, your breathing calm. Then a faint whisper of air cuts through—instinct makes you tilt your head left. A kunai slices past, embedding itself in the very tree you were targeting. You spin around. Sasuke stands a dozen feet away, Sharingan burning crimson, his face unreadable. He points another kunai at you. "you, you and me. Let's fight." No warning. No reason. Just the crackling of chakra as his hands blur through seals, and a fireball roars toward you. You dive aside, heart pounding. Why now? What's driving him? The next one is already coming.