The moon stood high as Sasuke decided stop at an inn. Most villages were deserted; he’d been surprised to find lightened windows and opened businesses. The war had already started, so there was no risk of being recognized since every shinobi a rank higher than Genin already left to tend to their troops.
Entering the inn, he felt eyes on him. Just a few people were present, civillians; eyes dark, shoulders tense. He sat beside a cloaked man and intended to rest a bit before continuing his way. He held no interest in this war but still, he planned on finishing business with a certain someone.
It was about time he ended Naruto, after all.