that’s … 𝙒𝙃𝙊 𝙄 𝘼𝙈.

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The night itself exhales
two words … 𝑯𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔.

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ken

Bleach mini Story soon, heavily based on CFYOW. Even though it’s gonna be like half of my own and @seongjinwoo.bsky.social ‘s muses, maybe a couple friends of ours too.

—— An orange pigmentation crept from the corners of his eye, irises, once that boyish blue hue of summer skies and reckless dreams, bled outward into liquid amber — shades of sunrise, along with pupils thinning vertically,
reptilian. This wasn’t the fox’s moment.

This was nature’s.

—— An orange pigmentation crept from the corners of his eye, irises, once that boyish blue hue of summer skies and reckless dreams, bled outward into liquid amber — shades of sunrise, along with pupils thinning vertically,
reptilian. This wasn’t the fox’s moment.

This was nature’s.

—— “ I don’t need to understand you.
I just need to stop you. ”

in his response — no matter how much of him was breaking, the body is already on the edge, and yet he’s asking more from it. Naruto Uzumaki looked like something death couldn’t claim without a fight ——

—— the moment borrowed from countless taijutsu drills and battlefield improvisations, carrying Sasuke in a tight arc over Naruto’s grounded position, unspectacular to the untrained eye — but executed with a cleanliness. The technique was meant to allow him some ground of recovery ——

—— eyes, it’s back again. Like before. That emptiness, like you already made peace with dying alone. I chased you halfway across the world to drag that look out of your eyes. I’ll do it again, in my last … 𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇. ” ——

—— but to glide it and wrest control. Naruto grimaced, In one fluid, desperate motion —locking the hand that sought to claim his last breath. Naruto’s twist was a masterstroke of judo and shinobi grappling, the perfect blend of technique and raw will. “ You think I don’t see it? That look in your ——

—— a sickle swung in death’s own dance. Mid-flight, his knee dove aimed for the nape, the fragile hinge of life’s helm.

With a flick of wrist and a body bent in resolve, he met the arc with the bare edge of his own will, a palm thrust against the blade’s underside, not to stop it ——

—— to pry open balance, ripping the blade loose with a wet, resisting pull. His counterpart became airborne vaulting over his ( would be ) collapsing frame with the grace of a raven unleashed, just so as the moon would glide over to overtake the sun ——

—— of his cheek to stagger his brain. Maximizing Sasuke’s overcommitment, torso tightening around the impalement, driving deeper deliberately, the Uchiha’s sequence didn’t end yet but it fortunately created Naruto’s. Simultaneously, his knee rose, carving a wedge into Sasuke’s midsection ——

—— A reverse-pivot ensued, his heel screeching against terrain—turning with the blade still partially sheathed within his side—this motion alone blunted any attempt at withdrawal or retraction from Sasuke. Beneath Sasuke’s guard, fingers clawed into a makeshift fist, and drove into the side ——

—— was smooth but fractionally late just as he’d been baited to and Sasuke read it instantly. Bracing the wound at the cost of his lifespan, the sensation was sharp, grounding — but his legs held. Pain had rewritten his reflexes into something more primitive, more automatic ——

—— Naruto’s body is moving with the same poise one might see in a candle’s final dance before the wick gives. He isn’t just countering. He’s writing his death in footwork. Though his limbs obeyed, it was clear they did so out of memory, not strength — the lift of his guard ——

Sasuke stood still, his breath even.

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

That struck deeper than any fist. His temple throbbed. The world pulsed with low reverb, every heartbeat sounding like distant thunder inside his skull. The Rinnegan flickered in irritation — or was it fatigue? No. No, it couldn’t be. Not yet. His pride barred the thought. ——

The taste of copper was thick in his mouth, metallic and immediate, like biting into rusted steel. It clung to the back of his throat as he rose his gaze — not fully upright, but with a tilt of the neck that let blood run in a thin line down his chin. ——

Something had struck one of their own. The last time Jin-Woo had heard a sound like that, he had made it and this one hadn’t come from him. This was a fist that had broken through his blood.

“… Captain … @seongjinwoo.bsky.social ”

A lieutenant dared whisper.

#𝗔𝗛𝗝𝗜𝗡 / #𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪

He who cannot be hunted cannot
be 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝. He who is hunted …
will be 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉.

—— its color a violent bloom across the greyed stone beneath him.

Naruto, even on one knee and spitting sanguine, still held a center of gravity that threatened retaliation. His face remained angled down, Each second spent motionless was a second his body wasn’t rebelling against him.

“ Damn…”

—— its color a violent bloom across the greyed stone beneath him.

Naruto, even on one knee and spitting sanguine, still held a center of gravity that threatened retaliation. His face remained angled down, Each second spent motionless was a second his body wasn’t rebelling against him.

“ Damn…”

—— One knee dropped in silence, lowered like a penance. The heat in his stomach surged upward, boiling into his esophagus with a pressure that could not be reasoned with. Blood exited his mouth in a single, abrupt motion, weighty glob that struck the dust ——

—— However, thereafter.

Beginning at the ankle, a micro-slant in his footing that disrupted the entire scaffold of his stance. From there, it rolled upward, through calf, through thigh and spine. His posture faltered from the betrayal of something internal ——

—— Sasuke’s temple closed in angular, and absolutely committed. Sasuke’s equilibrium, still staggered from the liver-shot, couldn’t fully realign. He saw the blur, not the foot, the absence of space it carved — just as it delivered into the side of his jaw ——

—— He stepped through the strike. The hook dissolved into a spiral, and from that coil, his body turned, shoulders unwinding, torso rotating in tight formation. His right leg lifted with the arc, fluid and deadly born from kinetic truth. The whisper of friction against ——

—— But Naruto anticipated a brace all too well, the body-hook had shifted the axis. Sasuke’s core bent just enough, posture lopsided by the internal shockwave. That was all the imbalance needed, He let his fist recoil off the impact point —swiftly resetting ——

—— within that given millisecond of opportunity something gave.

A soundless shudder as knuckles buried into solar plexus, the force dispersing cleanly across Sasuke’s core. Air vacated his lungs without permission, a partial exhale folded in on itself, sharp and involuntary ——

—— An anchor — he used it to reel himself in. A fist guided by familiarity with his opponent’s anatomy — angled not for spectacle but to collapse the ribcage inward. A punch meant not to knock down, just to disrupt balance, to steal breath, restructuring momentum ——

—— with a precision that could only come from someone who knew the enemy’s heartbeat. His body, it responded, with the economy of a ‘friend’ who’s faced this exact killing intent before. Smooth, coiled pivot, as if each vertebra anticipated the next command ——