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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝒮𝘢𝓈𝘶𝘬𝘦 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝘩𝘦 𝒮𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯 ✇ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀—— 写輪眼のサスケ —— ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 【 ˗ˏˋ 𓆩 ᴀᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀ ࿐ྂ 】 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ sᴛᴏʀʏ / ᴘʟᴏᴛ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇɴ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ᴍᴜsᴇ & ᴀᴅᴍɪɴ ( 𝟸𝟷+ ) -: 𝒫𝘢𝓅𝘦𝘳 𝓉𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝓎𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝓌𝘰𝘳𝘥𝓈, 𝓉𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝒶𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝓈 :- ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀『⠀ #𝒮𝘏𝘐𝘕𝒪𝘉𝘐⠀』 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
⠀ Runs a hand through his raven locks. He yawned, stretching his sore and stiff muscles. The crisp morning air felt refreshing against his corium. The sun was low but rising higher with every minute. Birds sang their morning songs accompanied by the rustling of trees as the breeze swept past.
A yawn parted his maw wide. How many days had it been since he had slept in an actual, proper bed? Too many. So many in fact, he was starting to forget what an actual bed felt like. However, he trudged on with his missions. They were important. But, he did miss his family. He hoped to be home soon.
⠀ ࿐ྂ The Uchiha stirred. Next to him the once occupied space was empty. His hand expected warm and soft flesh, yet it found naught but a cold mattress’ surface. He blinked, hazy vision beginning to clear. Sasuke sat up, running a hand through his raven locks. A faint smile found his lips. ⠀
⠀ ࿐ ྂ Resting his weary body against the trunk of a large tree. As he relaxed he nibbled on the last of the rice-balls his wife had prepared for him before leaving the village. ⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ✣ sᴇʀɪᴏᴜs sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs & ᴘʟᴏᴛs ᴏɴʟʏ. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ✣ ɴᴏᴛ sᴜɪᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ. ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs : ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ʜᴀʀᴍ 𖤣 ɢᴏʀᴇ 𖤣 ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ 𖤣 ᴀʙᴜsᴇ ᴇᴛᴄ. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ✣ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ | ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴅɪᴠᴇʀɢᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ʟɪʙᴇʀᴛɪᴇs. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ℰ 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 ℛ𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓃𝓈. ⠀ ⠀
Beneath the silvery moon Sasuke stood. The quiet silence was as peaceful as ever. His eyes were closed, nose pointed upward. The shinobi was taking a moment to enjoy the gentle breeze. Behind him loomed the gates to Konohagakure. With his report to Naruto having been given without delay, it was »
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ sur·vi·vor's guilt noun. 1 — a condition of persistent mental and emotional stress experienced by someone who has survived an incident in which others died. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ frat·ri·cide ↴ one that 𝓶𝓾𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼 or 𝓚ills his or her own 𝓑rother or 𝑺ister or an individual (such as a countryman) having a relationship like that of a brother or sister. ⠀ ⠀
Sasuke nibbled on a rice ball as he wandered the streets of Konoha. Though his outward expression remained blank as usual, he was smiling on the inside. His wife always made the tastiest of meals. Even a simple rice ball was as delectable to him as a five course meal. Not that he would ever say it.
⠀ ⠀ The afternoon rays beam down from above. Scant clouds dot the azure skies, floating lackadaisically along air currents. With a steady gait the shinobi’s legs carry him forward. In front of him loomed the large gates to Konoha. His destination was in sight. A wave of nostalgia rushed » ⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ うちはマダラ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ℳ𝔞𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔞 𝒰𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔥𝔞 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ • ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ⠀ ⠀ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇɴ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ ⠀ ⠀ This account is intended ⠀ ⠀ for 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 only .ᐟ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 .ᐟ ⠀ ⠀ —— #NARUTORP • #MVRP ⠀ ⠀
𓁹 𓁹@hatefilledgaze.bsky.social · 2y ago❝As long as the concept of winners exist, there must also be losers. The selfish desire of wanting to maintain peace causes wars and hatred is born to protect love.❞
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀—— #TENSURARP ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 & 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝟐𝟏+ .ᐟ ⠀ ⠀ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ʙᴀsᴇᴅ — sᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀs ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ .ᐟ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀ Munches on a rice ball as he makes his way through the bustling streets of Konoha. ⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀ After years of travel, he finds himself at the gates to Konohagakure. A wave of nostalgia washes over him, with a twinge of guilt and regret sprinkled in. Takes a deep breath before crossing the threshold into Konoha. The Uchiha is home at last .ᐟ ⠀ ⠀