memories & r a i n. | closed rp with theblindillusionist.
Though it was only just touching midday, the expanse of the sky was smothered in ash colored clouds. No trace of bright cheery blue, as he had grown up with in Konoha, was visible amongst the dreary display. Not even the sun had found itself capable of breaking the surface, leaving the land void of light.
In place of light, they were given rain. Thunder and lightning crackled and roared in the sky; Sasuke could hear the wind howling in the distance. The breeze, mixed with his wet black cloak, caused the young Uchiha to feel much like a dog dragging itself from the bathtub—drowned, messy and out of his element.
As it was, he knew now that Amegakure’s reputation for rain and dismal surroundings had not been exaggerated. It didn’t matter, though; Sasuke was a man on a mission. Beneath the scent of water and corroding steel, he could taste victory at the tip of his tongue.
Sasuke could not explain it, but he knew he was close to his goal… his revenge. He had been tracking Itachi for so long, and with each step he took, he was getting closer. False lead after false lead had eventually led him here: the outskirts of Amegakure.
Each step he took was accentuated with tiny, rhythmic splashes—splashes that ceased when Sasuke caught a familiar chakra signature nearby. It was faint; if he blinked, it would be gone, but, that was—!
Righteous fury as his guide, Sasuke threw himself in the direction of the chakra signature.
This time you won’t escape!