"Forgive me... Sasuke, this is the last time!" Amid words barely audible, Itachi's body crashed to the ground.
His two fingers slid weakly down Sasuke's cheek, leaving behind two streaks of blood. Sasuke could not tell what expression he wore as he stared blankly ahead, his gaze dull and hollow.
He lowered his head and looked at his brother lying beside him. There was no joy at having succeeded in his revenge. Everything felt so unreal.
In the sky, dark clouds gathered once more after the weather had cleared, and torrential rain began to fall again. The icy sensation pulled him back to reality.
The pitch-black flames of Amaterasu continued to burn through the surrounding forest. Rather than extinguishing them, the heavy rain only made them blaze more fiercely.
Bang!
Sasuke's body fell straight into the rain as well. Once he relaxed, exhaustion surged up from the depths of his soul, making even opening his eyes difficult.
Let it be. Let me rest for a while. Tomorrow's problems can be left to the me who wakes up.
The rain poured down, and the cold wind howled. Two similar brothers lay in the rain, but sadly, one of them had closed his eyes forever.
In the distance stood a figure dressed in black with red clouds. His exposed head was pure white, making him look anything but human as he blinked in their direction.
Suddenly, ripples appeared in the space beside him, and a masked figure emerged, immediately looking toward Sasuke and Itachi lying on the ground.
"Is it already over?"
White Zetsu turned his head and smiled. "Oh my, you missed quite a show, Obito. Their battle was truly spectacular. I just didn't expect Sasuke to win in the end. That was quite surprising."
"There's nothing surprising about it. Itachi