One, two, three.

Sasuke throws his shuriken at the training field, far from the village, each one hitting the mark. He can't just stand there, around all the happy families, No one is able to understand this pain inside his chest. He lost everything that night and all his admiration for his brother, but also murderer of his entire clan, was transformed into hatred. Sasuke no longer has a family, he cannot accept it someone to enter his life when he haven't yet fulfilled his goal. His fear that this killer will come back makes him... freeze with fear, hatred and rage.

Four... Fifth fails.

Sasuke gets frustrated and throws the remaining shuriken, missing them all. He lets out a frustrated sigh and clenches his fists tightly, then punches a tree with all his might.

Sasuke is weak yet, even though he's a promising genius and stronger than most of his class. If something like that were to happen, he has no chance. Absurd. There's no time to waste. He needs to train, get stronger and carry out his revenge.

A familiar voice calling out his name. He doesn't even make the effort to turn around and look, he knows who it is. It's that person, who always tries to approach him like some kind of parent. Although he pretends indifference, he doesn't feel comfortable around this individual. It's like they're trying to fill a void inside him.

"What do you want?" Sasuke says coldly as he picks up his shurikens.