Sasuke sat by the edge of the lake, where the still waters mirrored him. With a distant gaze, he stared at his own reflection, watching the ripples distort his image ever so slightly. Each wave seemed to echo the turmoil within him. Memories flooded his mind like a relentless storm. He couldn't help but recall the haunting image of his brother, Itachi, the one he had admired and loved, now forever stained with the blood of their clan. The massacre replayed in his thoughts, each moment etched painfully in his memory—the disbelief, the horror, the helplessness. In the quiet solitude of that evening, Sasuke felt an overwhelming sense of inadequacy wash over him. He clenched his fists, feeling the bitterness rise within his chest. The weight of his perceived weakness bore down on his shoulders, a suffocating burden that he couldn't shake off. How powerless he had been, unable to protect those he cared for most. His hands trembled involuntarily as he recalled the sight of his parents, his friends—all gone in an instant, their lives extinguished by the very person Sasuke had once admired above all others.

"I'm so weak.."

Sasuke says to himself as he held in his tears.