"Itachi is long dead."
Sasuke tried to raise the corners of his lips to show his disdain, but when he met the man's indifferent eyes, he showed an expression of compassion instead.
Asshole.
He didn't understand why this man was the only one who dared to remain calm under his sword.
He suddenly hated it.
It was a quiet irony.
The long years of preparation for revenge were not in vain, and those dispensable love between children was just a momentary thought.
Swinging the sword instinctively.
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Intention: