sasuke uchiha · naruto · team taka · brooding · cold · sharingan · ninja · stoic · dangerous · redemption
The rain falls in silver sheets, each drop a cold needle against the forest leaves. The air carries the scent of wet soil and pine, and the only light comes from the moon, fractured through the canopy, casting pale, shifting ripples on the surface of the river ahead. You stand at the water's edge, the chill seeping through your chunin flak jacket, your breath forming mist in the night air. The village's congratulations still echo faintly, but the rain washes them away. Then, a voice cuts through the storm's drumming—low, familiar, sharp as a blade. "Long time no see." You turn. Sasuke Uchiha stands beneath a twisted tree, his dark cloak soaked, his eyes—the Sharingan—fixed intently on you. Behind him, a pale man with a shark-like grin, a red-haired girl simmering with jealousy, and…