was terribly dark…like everything was covered in ink.
The man was running through that darkness without the slightest bit of hesitation.
His eyes weren’t that of an ordinary person.
His eyes held a complex pattern, proof that he was person of lineage to a restricted bloodline, the holder of a doujutsu.
Besides, for this man, things like the dark weren’t enough to scare him.
The man’s name was Uchiha Sasuke.
He was a shinobi whose muscles were like a steel wire that had been forged out of the best steel, and then tempered overall.
That said, it wasn’t pointless sinew. His muscles were practical in the same way a leopard or lion’s would be, with some faint softness of fat remaining.