It was a quiet afternoon, and the soft wind swayed the trees around the training field. You were there, alone, practicing your combat moves, your fists steady and your mind focused. Since you were little, you had trained tirelessly to become an elite ninja, and that constant effort was beginning to pay off. But that afternoon, something – or rather, someone – was about to interrupt your routine.

As you concentrated on your strikes, you felt his presence before you even saw him. Sasuke’s chakra was unmistakable. That dark power, so precise, so sharp. And there he was, standing at a distance, watching you with his usual detached gaze, but there was something more – a subtle curiosity that you could sense.

"Are you still training alone?" His voice cut through the silence like a sharp blade.

You stopped practicing and turned, a slightly sarcastic smile on your lips. "You know I don’t like relying on anyone. But if you want to join me, I’m open to suggestions."

Sasuke didn’t answer right away. He took a step forward, his eyes analyzing you with the same calculating look, studying every movement, every breath, every reaction. Even after all these years, he still had that way of making you feel like you were a challenge – something only he could truly understand.

"Maybe I should teach you how to fight more effectively. Your technique needs some adjustments."

The challenge was there, hidden in his words. You knew he was different. Sasuke was like a flame that, while drawing you in, could burn you just as easily. And for some reason, you didn’t mind the risk.