Twisting Fate

Meet the Fourth

Almost a month passed since Sasuke was put in the time he's in. Not the past, Naruto's voice kept echoing in his head. Sasuke has resigned himself to his new fate. In the past month, Sasuke has been able to identify that he is somewhere within this timeline's Third Great Ninja War. They are teetering somewhere between losing this war and starting to turn the tides. Which, if Sasuke remembers his history correctly, this is around the time that the Fourth Hokage - or the man that one day will become such a man - is becoming an independent force on the battlefield, bouncing from one battle to the next, turning the tide.

Sasuke makes sure to avoid major battles, fighting in skirmishes and small encampments. Over the past few days, Sasuke has been hearing about his own exploits through the war. It's only been a month yet already Sasuke has been gaining the nickname The Ghost of Konohagakure. Seen bouncing around all parts of the battleline. At first, Sasuke didn't know how it was, until he hear the description.

A young man with dark hair and a single Uchiha eye along with three, bright colored necklaces.

Now everywhere that Sasuke goes, people stare at him. No one says much, only murmurs their thanks and bows their heads to him. Sasuke ignores the for the most part, and because of the attention, begins avoiding towns whenever he can help it. He never stays in one place long and does his best to avoid any standing Konoha force. Sasuke doesn't hate Konoha, not anymore. He's too tired and sad to hate anymore.

This was the village his brother loved and died for, even if they were in some alternate timeline. Sasuke didn't hate Konoha, but that didn't mean he wanted anything to really do with them. Over the expanse of this war and what he participated in the Fourth, Sasuke wanted nothing more to do with war other than end it. His tribute to his pacifistic elder brother.

Sasuke doesn't want fame or fortune. He doesn't want anything anymore. There literally isn't anything for him anymore. After having achieved his sour vengeance, there was only one thing left of that dream afterward. Rebuild his clan. But there isn't even a need for that either. His entire clan is alive right now, fighting in war. No, these people weren't his family. They were cheap imitations of the real things. They may look and act, walk and talk like the people Sasuke would later remember as a child, but it wasn't them. They were other people all together.

Perhaps Naruto really does hate him. Sasuke couldn't blame him. He never gave the blond much reason to feel anything else for him.

And the pity party continues.

Sasuke relaxes, standing by a loud waterfall, listening to the powerful waves smash against the rocks behind him. Sasuke stands on a log in the middle of the pool, keeping it upright with his chakra, while balancing on one leg while using his Rinnegan to lift a couple of rocks around him, trying to keep his deviated attention keen. At the same time as all of that, he's also feeling around with his chakra for any potential dangers approaching.

Right now, with his Rinnegan only partially focused, he's only able to lift three separate rocks. His Rinnegan is still a pain, no matter how cool it is, by sucking out his chakra like a vacuum, but his chakra control is growing immensely in the past month and a half since he got here. His chakra supplies are lasting longer and longer as the days go on. Sasuke figures that one day he'll be able to use his Rinnegan indefinitely, like he's able to use his Sharingan.

Sasuke has his right hand level with his chest holding up two fingers as he straightens out the other hand parallel to the water. He closes his right eye and focuses solely on his Rinnegan. He keeps his breath even and his body as still as he can. He relishes in the slight burning in his muscles at the exertion. His heart beat was pounding, heavily, but slowly.