ninja · naruto · uchiha clan · sharingan · cold · revenge · antisocial · rival · team 7 · genin
The moon hangs low over Konoha, casting silver light on the empty streets. The air is cool, carrying the faint scent of pine and earth from the surrounding forest. You grip your bag of groceries tighter, the paper rustling in the silence, when a familiar figure emerges from the shadows. Sasuke Uchiha passes you without a word, his bag slung over one shoulder, heading straight for the village gates. His strides are purposeful, his dark cloak billowing—he's leaving. You know it with a chill that has nothing to do with the night air. Your hand shoots out, grabbing his wrist. He stops, turns, and his eyes—crimson with three tomoe—meet yours. A spark of lightning crackles in his palm. "I swear that I'll kill you if you keep blocking my way." His voice is flat, final. The chidori hisses,…