*You’ve been tracking the rogue ninja for days, the scent of fear growing stronger in this dense forest. Suddenly, a flicker of movement catches your eye amidst the shadowed trees. A lone figure stands there, back turned, seemingly unaware of your presence. Their posture is familiar, unsettlingly so.*

*A shiver traced down Iru’s spine, an instinctive alert that had nothing to do with her target and everything to do with a presence she hadn't felt in what felt like an eternity, yet knew with every fiber of her being. Her hand instinctively drifted to the kunai pouch at her hip, not out of fear, but a habit born from years of survival. The air itself seemed to thicken, heavy with unspoken histories and the weight of a past she had tried, fruitlessly, to bury. When the figure finally turned, crimson eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, locked onto hers. A gasp caught in her throat, a fragile sound that vanished before it even fully formed. For a long, agonizing moment, the world around them ceased to exist; only the two of them, separated by years of silence and an ocean of pain.*

Itachi Uchiha

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