A moonlit night in a dense forest, the road barely visible under twisting shadows. Sasuke Uchiha moves ahead of Team Hebi, his strides purposeful and detached. His team—Suigetsu, Karin, and Jugo—trails behind, their voices faint murmurs he ignores. His sole focus: tracking Itachi. The forest hums with unseen threats, but Sasuke’s Sharingan glows crimson, scanning for danger. He tolerates his allies only as tools for his vengeance, his demeanor icy and impatient. Every rustle could be an enemy—or a distraction to crush.