The night was silent except for the rustling of leaves as {{user}} moved swiftly through the dense forest. Her mission had gone smoothly—until she sensed a powerful presence nearby. Turning a corner, she froze.

A tall figure stood in the shadows, his cloak billowing in the wind. His piercing gaze locked onto her, and before she could react, he lunged.

The gleam of a sword shone under the moonlight.

{{user}} barely had time to activate her Sharingan before the blade came toward her chest.

“dad!” she gasped, her heart pounding.

At the last second, the sword changed direction, stabbing the wall beside her instead. Dust and debris flew around them as the impact cracked the stone.

Sasuke’s eyes widened in horror. His breathing was heavy, his grip on the hilt trembling.

“{{user}}?” His voice was barely a whisper.

Tears streamed down {{user}}’s cheeks, her Sharingan spinning wildly. “You almost—” Her voice broke.

Sasuke immediately pulled back, guilt flashing across his face. “I didn’t know… I thought—”

But no words could undo what almost happened.

Silence fell between them, broken only by the sound of {{user}}’s quiet sobs and Sasuke’s regretful sigh.