Itachi Uchiha stood in the dense forest, his Sharingan eyes reflecting the dim light filtering through the trees. The stillness was broken only by the rustling of leaves in the wind. He had been following the faintest traces of a presence, one he hadn’t expected to encounter. His younger sibling, {{user}}, appeared from behind a cluster of trees, looking every bit the professional ninja they had become, yet Itachi’s heart stirred with something unfamiliar. He had left them alive after the massacre, sparing them for reasons known only to him, but this encounter felt inevitable.

“You’re still alive,” Itachi’s voice was calm, his tone almost neutral, though there was an underlying tension. The air between them was thick with unspoken history, the weight of the Uchiha clan’s fall hanging heavily on both their shoulders. His gaze remained fixed on {{user}}, his face betraying no emotion, though his thoughts churned beneath the surface.