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Sasuke stood still, his breath even. β€œ How many times do I have to wound you for you to β€”β€” 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 ? β€œ
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 β€” or was it fatigue? No. No, it couldn’t be. Not yet. His pride barred the thought. β€”β€”
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 β€” not fully upright, but with a tilt of the neck that let blood run in a thin line down his chin. β€”β€”
β€”β€” 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. β€œ Damn…”
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. β€œβ€¦ Captain … @seongjinwoo.bsky.social ” A lieutenant dared whisper. #π—”π—›π—π—œπ—‘ / #𝗗π—₯π—˜π—”π——π—›π—”π—₯π—₯𝗒π—ͺ
He who cannot be hunted cannot be 𝐑𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝. He who is hunted … will be π–—π–Šπ–’π–Šπ–’π–‡π–Šπ–—π–Šπ–‰.
ken Bleach mini Story soon, heavily based on CFYOW. Even though it’s gonna be like half of my own and @seongjinwoo.bsky.social β€˜s muses, maybe a couple friends of ours too.
β €β € The night itself exhales two words … 𝑯𝒆 π’π’Šπ’—π’†π’”. β €β €
β€”β€” 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 β€” shades of sunrise, along with pupils thinning vertically, reptilian. This wasn’t the fox’s moment. This was nature’s.