Naruto: Satoru Uchiha

No matter how much Uchiha Itachi analyzed or strategized, he couldn't find any flaws in Satoru's movements.

His attacks flowed seamlessly, combining precision with overwhelming power. Coupled with his perfect teleportation technique, Satoru was an opponent without a single exploitable weakness.

Itachi had expected him to be strong after all these years—but this was on an entirely different level.

The gap between their current strengths was astronomical.

"Bang!"

Another punch landed squarely on Itachi's chest, sending him flying once more.

As he soared through the air, coughing lightly, blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Before he could recover, Satoru disappeared again.

"Where will he strike next?"

Itachi barely had time to form a thought before the answer arrived.

"Bang!"

Satoru reappeared mid-air behind Itachi, delivering a powerful kick to his back.

The impact was thunderous, sending Itachi hurtling to the ground. A deep crater formed where he landed, dust and debris clouding the air.

When the dust finally settled, Itachi lay in the center of the crater, his body battered but still alive.

"Ahem... ahem..."

Itachi wiped the blood from his lips, his breathing labored.

Satoru descended slowly, arms crossed, a smirk on his face.

"You look pitiful," Satoru quipped. "Like a squashed orange—wrung dry and discarded."

Itachi chuckled softly, his voice weak but calm.

"Is that so?"

Despite his injuries, his composure remained intact.

"Unbelievable Strength"

As Itachi replayed the fight in his mind, he realized the futility of resistance.

Illusions had been effortlessly dispelled.

Each of his strategies had been seen through and countered in seconds.

Even with his Sharingan's predictive capabilities, Satoru's sheer speed rendered his eyes almost useless.

This wasn't just strength—it was mastery.

"It seems I've truly lost," Itachi admitted with a faint smile.

Satoru raised an eyebrow.

"You finally figured that out?"

Itachi coughed lightly, his gaze steady despite the obvious defeat.

"I see now," he said softly. "You could easily destroy all my plans... but what would that accomplish? Would you rather watch Sasuke fall into darkness, blind and powerless?"

Satoru's expression darkened, his tone sharp.

"You're still clinging to that self-righteous nonsense? Don't make me laugh."

"A Hollow Justification"

Satoru waved a hand dismissively.

"Your 'sacrifices,' your so-called plans—they're just excuses to ease your own guilt."

"You've always made decisions for others, Itachi. You decide what's best for Sasuke, for the Uchiha... even for Konoha. But have you ever asked what they want?"

Itachi's gaze wavered for the briefest moment.

"Sometimes, people need a guide—"

"Bullshit," Satoru snapped. "They need choices, not a dictator."

His tone softened into mockery.

"Even a parent knows not to dictate their kid's every move. But you? You're writing the entire script for Sasuke's life."

"The Uchiha's Fate"

Satoru stepped closer, his pale blue eyes boring into Itachi's.

"You think sacrificing everything makes you noble? All it does is make you blind—to your own arrogance."

For the first time, Itachi's composure cracked slightly.

Satoru chuckled, shaking his head.

"Your family isn't some tragic footnote, Itachi. They're alive."

The words hit Itachi like a thunderclap.

His eyes widened, disbelief etched into every feature.

"Alive?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Satoru smirked, his tone casual.

"Yeah, you heard me. Alive and well."

Itachi's hands clenched into fists, his mind reeling.

"But... how? That's impossible. Danzo, Madara—they wouldn't allow it..."

Satoru shrugged.

"Who cares about their plans? Do you really think I'd let the Uchiha fade away because of a couple of power-hungry fools?"

"Going Home"

Itachi stared at Satoru, the weight of his words sinking in.

"Where are they?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Satoru grinned.

"Why don't you see for yourself?"

Itachi hesitated, his mind a whirlwind of emotions.

He wasn't ready. The thought of facing his family after all he'd done was paralyzing.

As if sensing his hesitation, Satoru's grin widened.

"Don't tell me you're scared, Itachi," he teased.

Without warning, Itachi performed a hand sign, his body dissolving into a flock of crows as he attempted to retreat.

Satoru sighed, pulling a scroll from his cloak.

"Running away already?" he muttered, unsealing the scroll.

A black coffin materialized on the ground before him.

"Coffin-carrying techniques? No, that's too boring..."

He paused, then grinned mischievously.

"Let's call it the Reanimation Pursuit Technique."

The Hunt Begins

Carrying the coffin on his back, Satoru tracked Itachi effortlessly, each teleport bringing him closer.

Finally, he caught up with him, standing confidently as Itachi emerged from the shadows.

"It's over, Itachi," Satoru said, his voice steady.

Itachi's gaze fell to the coffin on Satoru's back, dread creeping into his expression.

"What... are you planning?" he asked, his tone wary.

Satoru's grin turned sinister.

"Nothing much," he replied. "Just wanted to show you a new technique."

Itachi's eyes narrowed, a sense of foreboding washing over him.

"What technique requires a coffin?"

Satoru's laughter echoed through the forest.

"Don't worry, Itachi," he said, his pale blue eyes glinting with mischief.

"You'll love this one."