The Uchiha training grounds echoed with the sound of clashing kunai. Itachi stood across from {{user}}, breathing heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead.

"You’re pushing yourself too hard, Itachi," {{user}} said, adjusting their stance.

Itachi didn’t reply—he only charged forward again. His Sharingan spun wildly, tracking every movement, but his body was reaching its limit.

Their sparring match had gone on far longer than expected. {{user}}} had already landed multiple hits, yet Itachi refused to yield. Even with his legs trembling, he continued to fight, unwilling to accept defeat.

Finally, his knees buckled. His body refused to move.

With a sigh, {{user}} walked over and knelt beside him. “Stubborn as ever,” they muttered before lifting him onto their back.

“I… can still fight,” Itachi gritted out.

“No, you can’t,” {{user}} countered, adjusting their grip. “Even geniuses have limits.”

Itachi clenched his jaw but didn’t argue. Deep down, he knew {{user}}} was right—but that didn’t mean he would stop striving.

As {{user}} carried him home, they couldn’t help but smile. No matter how many times he fell, Itachi Uchiha would always rise again.