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𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤 𝖬𝖮𝖱𝖲𝖤𝖫𝖲: 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗻——
𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙 ? • • •
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worthy could follow. half-pivot at the wrist preceded the moment, decisive — and there, along the forearm’s path, came the actuation. Twin blades extended mid-spin. Their metallic song carved a silent promise through the frostbitten air.

#𝗔𝗛𝗝𝗜𝗡 / #𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪

For a moment looking like a mirage, barely visible at the edge of a fallen branch. Then gone again, maneuvering like a chessboard being played in real-time around their prey. Gesturing a single claw across the chestplate to its kin in the trees. He then sees it, interprets

They fanned out beneath Jin-Woo’s command, and it watched him vanish into the trees, the others dispersing. Yautjas weren’t rushing their kills, an intelligent species bred for tracking. This one moved northwest — uphill, where the canopy thinned, his back ghosting the bark.

— Who will draw first ? Silence oppressive、forbidding、in this setting every shadow isn’t his soldier、they’re hunters. The team’s senses sharpen to a painful edge、every nerve screaming that they are not alone.

“ Spread out. I can still hear Suho’s heartbeat. ”

#𝗔𝗛𝗝𝗜𝗡 / #𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪

—— Sasuke stepped into the trees again, vanishing into the deeper dark, muttering only one word as a low breath beneath the snow-heavy canopy.

“ … 𝑇𝑐ℎ. “ The hunt was already happening. And for once ——— he wasn’t sure who was 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 doing the hunting.

#𝗔𝗛𝗝𝗜𝗡 / #𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪

—— 𝗧𝗘𝗡.

The number didn’t come from data. It came from sense — ancestral instinct that bloomed like rot in his gut.

𝖳𝖾𝗇 𝖧𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌. Not human. Not even cursed. But intelligent enough to stalk them without aura. Smart enough to make even Jin-Woo flinch. ——

—— There was no chakra, but there was intent. 𝑴𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔. Calm. He crouched, tracing a claw-like scrape in the bark.

“ Not a single ounce of waste … Whoever took him knew his breath. Knew when to strike between beats of the heart. “ He looked up. Cold eyes scanning. ——

—— This was a ritual. 𝘈 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥. And they were not the ones cooking.

A sharp hiss of wind sliced to his left—Sasuke didn’t turn his head. He let the gust graze his face, eyes flicking to a faint distortion above the treeline, heat-bent, too specific to be natural. ——

—— The kind of quiet that mimicked stillness but lacked peace. The kind that reminded him of the old woods outside Kusa—where a hunter once tracked him for three days, only to die by a glance. But this wasn’t that. This wasn’t shinobi games. This wasn’t a skirmish of ego. ——

—— Fingers brushing the frost, registering the temperature shift. His voice was meant for himself. Not for the team. Not for Jin-Woo.

“ 𝐼𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. “ His sword, still sheathed, hummed at his hip. The forest wasn’t still. It was baiting. ——

—— His eyes narrowed. Something had landed, heavy, tall, bipedal—but too fluid to be human. The tracks bled inward, not outward. As if the earth had swallowed the weight instead of bearing it.

𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟.

“ Not teleportation … “ he muttered under his breath. ——

—— But it screamed once—it 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙. A brief, brilliant pulse swallowed by silence. Sasuke latched onto the echo of that flare, chasing not the energy, but the absence it left behind. 𝐀 𝐠𝗼𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝗼𝐰. 𝐁𝗼𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐓𝗼𝗼 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧. ——

—— Not because of stealth. Because there was no weight to his presence. Not here. Not in this alien cold where the trees stood like sentinels and time was bent by the breath of something older, crueler. Suho’s chakra was unfamiliar. ——

‘ SPREAD OUT. ‘

The word lingered in the air like a curse, caught in the breath of the frost-choked forest. Sasuke hadn’t responded. The moment Jin-Woo’s voice fell silent, he was already gone—his cloak ghosting behind the hollow of a pine trunk, Sharingan spinning slowly like a blade in oil. ——

Sasuke stood still, his breath even.

“ How many times
do I have to wound
you for you to ——
𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 ? “

One seamless, predatory pivot. The sword arced upward in a rising slash from hip to opposite shoulder — a cleave designed not for depth, but to carve open muscle lines and steal motor control. If it connected, Naruto’s dominant arm would fail him. ——

Naruto’s body bent forward, spine arched from the sheer force. Dust detonated around them like smoke grenades. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 - Even as Sasuke landed behind him, knees coiled, chakra flaring from soles to shoulders — his body twisted again. ——

Bone shuddered. Then, using Naruto’s staggered posture as anchor, Sasuke vaulted over him. Momentum curved like a scythe. Mid-air, his knee drove down — angled perfectly for the nape — and connected. A thunderclap of impact snapped through the valley. ——

Flesh hissed — burned — as arcs of lightning sizzled through skin and muscle. The scent of charred blood hit the air like a brand on raw hide. But Sasuke didn’t stop. He pressed in — blade reversed now, he stepped into Naruto’s recoil and jammed the hilt of his sword into the sternum. ——

The intent was clear … Pierce the diaphragm. Cut the breath. Stop the fight before hope can speak again. But Naruto turned. Just enough. The Chidori’s fanged edge ripped across his flank instead of piercing through. ——

Then detonation. With a single twitch of his heel, Sasuke corkscrewed, using the recoil from the blade-feint to rotate his torso and drive the Chidori upward — point-blank — a serrated thrust aimed just beneath Naruto’s exposed ribcage. ——

He moved not as man, but as inevitability.

Sasuke’s body snapped forward in a brutal vector — Chidori boiling in his left hand, but the blade in his right came first. Not to cut — no. It feinted low, angling for the thigh, forcing Naruto’s weight to shift. A lie of motion. ——

The moment snapped.

There was no scream, no cue. Just a violent ignition of movement. The ground beneath his foot cratered — stone screeched as it splintered apart, a bloom of debris erupting like shrapnel behind him. ——

A pulse of pure intent lashed from his form — it wasn’t chakra. It was a decision made long before today.

“ I’m ending this — before that
damn light in your eyes burns out. ” ——

The Eternal Mangekyō swirled within the gloom of the socket, the Rinnegan wide and trembling slightly.

“ That’s why I 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 you. “ He dropped low into a stance, left hand back, blade up — a duelist’s posture meant not to defend, but to execute. ——

Another step. Lightning coiled again around his arm, wrapping him in the snarl of vengeance and finality.

“ 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝙙𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜, Naruto. Every move you make burns what little time you have left. And still you fight like you’re trying to save me. ” His eyes narrowed. ——

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀” 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖪 𝖨 𝖢𝖠𝖭’𝖳
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀… 𝖲𝖤𝖤 𝖨𝖳 ? ”

A slow step forward. Each one felt deliberate. Not hesitation — weight. The weight of memory, of ghosts neither of them had buried.

“ You think I don’t feel that
sickness hollowing you out
from the inside ? “ ——

Fingers flexed — once, twice — before they gripped the hilt of his sword. The Chidori still howled quietly in his left hand, tempered now, reduced from a scream to a promise. The blade hissed as it met the air — steel singing a dirge. ——

His voice was more gravel than tone, pulled from somewhere old and frayed. He rose slowly, spine stiff, the left knee dragging slightly as it straightened, refusing to show the cost of that collapse.

“ Even now, you still hold
back. Even now —— you
aim to 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 me. “ ——