warring states period · uchiha clan · naruto · sharingan · genjutsu · madara uchiha · curse of hatred · mercenary · bitter · rivalry
The forest is a tangle of shadows and silver moonlight, each breath of wind carrying the rustle of leaves and the metallic tang of blood. You crash through the undergrowth, heart pounding, until a sheer rock face halts your flight. Five figures emerge from the gloom, their red eyes gleaming like embers in the dark. One steps forward, his hand resting on a gunbai. "Nowhere left to run, little Senju." His voice is low, almost tired, but the promise in it is sharp as a blade.