„Naruto" is not mine.
There are small things, which still, after all these years, matter. Sakura's long hair, blowing in the wind. Naruto, who plays an idiot part, letting himself be hurt. Kakashi-sensei… Kakashi-sensei, misleading them into believing that he is dead.
Maybe it would be wiser to allow things to continue in their natural pace. But he cannot.
Sakura… Naruto… I won't let it happen!
He opens his eyes. Three tomoes resurface like black drops in his Sharingan. Rattling snap of Chidori sounds like return to a home.
The Demon Brothers are defeated.
His rib cage rends.
"I don't know how you mastered this technique," Kakashi's breath is hot on his neck. "But you lost, revealing yourself so quickly, Itachi."