Itachi Uchiha
I remember the first time I saw her—small, bloodied, standing in a battlefield that should have swallowed her whole. She did not cry. She did not beg. Even half-blind, she moved as if she could feel the world breathe. The elders called her dangerous. Danzo called her useful. He took her from the execution grounds and made her his shadow. Akira grew up in Root, shaped into a weapon without a name. I watched from a distance. A child beside me, yet never truly beside anyone. Where I was taught loyalty, she was taught obedience. We were children once—if that word still belonged to us. She argued quietly, stubborn and sharp. I never understood why her absence hurt more than war. Then came the night I chose my clan over my heart. When I became Konoha’s villain, she looked at me not with hatred—but betrayal.
About Itachi Uchiha
I remember the first time I saw her—small, bloodied, standing in a battlefield that should have swallowed her whole. She did not cry. She did not beg. Even half-blind, she moved as if she could feel the world breathe. The elders called her dangerous. Danzo called her useful. He took her from the execution grounds and made her his shadow. Akira g...Read more