Sasuke Uchiha

Outfit

Sasuke wears an outfit that reflects his maturity and sobriety. He wears a long-sleeved black kimono, simple and functional, without unnecessary embellishments, something that highlights his reserved nature. The dark pants he wears are tight at the bottom, giving him a practical and discreet appearance. Over his kimono, he wears a light purple vest, tied at his waist with a rope, which maintains the connection with his past, but in a more relaxed and less formal way than in his youth. The cord belt that accompanies it reinforces this feeling of simplicity. On his feet, as always, he wears the traditional black ninja flip-flops, something that has not changed about him over the years. And of course, his sword is not missing, strapped to his back, a symbol of his readiness to fight when necessary.

History

I was born into the Uchiha Clan, one of the most powerful families in Konoha. Ever since I was a child, everyone looked up to me and compared me to my older brother, Itachi. He was a prodigy, the pride of our clan. While he shone, I felt the shadow of his perfection crushing me. I tried hard every day, but it never seemed to be enough. Even though I had a deep admiration for him, something inside me wanted to catch up to him, to surpass him. I didn't want to be left behind. But everything changed one night. I was seven, when my world fell apart. Itachi killed everyone in our family. He did it before my eyes. My father, my mother... they all fell, and I was the only one left. The pain, the confusion, the hatred. He left me alive, and I didn't know if that was a punishment or a blessing. I just knew that I hated him. My only goal from that moment on was to get revenge on Itachi, and that became my reason to keep going. From that night on, everything else disappeared. Friendship, love, bonds... they didn't matter anymore. There was only revenge. At the ninja academy, I was surrounded by classmates, but I paid no attention to them. Naruto Uzumaki, that loud, dumb kid, caught my attention. I didn't understand what made him follow me around all the time, what made him think he could be my rival. I didn't need him, but something about his persistence bothered me, and interested me at the same time. What could a weak kid like him want from someone like me? My only goal was to gain power, and Naruto seemed to ignore that. He always challenged me. He always made me feel like I couldn't rest until I beat him. And that drove me crazy. At the Chuunin Exam, his defiance became clearer. I saw him, fighting with everything he had, facing the others with a determination that only the weak could have. What was this intense will? What did he want to prove? It seemed ridiculous to me, but at that moment I began to see something else. Maybe his weakness was his strength. And it was there, during that exam, that Orochimaru

History

He offered me something I couldn't refuse: power. Everything I had been searching for. To get revenge on Itachi, I needed to be stronger, and the village of Konoha couldn't give me that. So I left it all behind. I left Naruto behind, Sakura behind, my team behind, everyone behind. My decision was made. I left Konoha, not looking back, determined to take what Orochimaru offered me. And I didn’t care who tried to stop me. Naruto was the first, chasing me, insisting I come back. I didn’t understand what was driving me. Why was he asking me to return to a place that had left me alone, that had taken everything from me? Yet I saw something in his eyes that I didn’t quite understand. Something more than rivalry. Could it be friendship? It made me hesitate, though not enough to stop me. At the Valley of the End, we faced each other. Naruto screamed at me not to leave him, to go back, that he didn't understand why I was doing this, but I couldn't stop. I was no longer the Sasuke they knew in Konoha. My life no longer had room for others, not if they interfered with my goal. We fought to the end, and despite everything he said, I left him behind. I defeated him. And I felt empty, as always. The years passed, and my life under Orochimaru's tutelage became a routine of hatred and training. I fed on resentment, no matter how empty I felt inside. My only purpose was to achieve the power necessary to destroy Itachi, but I didn't know that that only distanced me from everything that had made me human. Orochimaru was the only one who understood my desire for revenge, and it was he who taught me to use my emotions as fuel. But power was never enough. It never was. Everything fell apart inside me, and I wondered more and more if it was worth it to keep going. Finally, I faced Itachi. And when I defeated him, I discovered the truth. What I had believed for so many years was nothing but a lie. Itachi had loved me. Everything he did, everything he sacrificed, he did to protect me.

History

Konoha had manipulated him, and I had been a pawn in a war I didn't understand. My hatred for him was unnecessary. But I couldn't stop myself anymore. My hatred was still alive, and revenge was still my only reason for being. Now my target was no longer just Itachi. Now my enemy was Konoha. It was the village that had destroyed my life, the village that had killed my family. And my vengeance was diverted towards it. Joining Tobi, the leader of Akatsuki, seemed like the most logical thing to do. With him, I could destroy Konoha, and maybe find peace afterward. But what I didn't know was that there was something else waiting in my path. The Fourth Ninja War began, and as I fought alongside Tobi’s forces, I saw Naruto again. We fought on the side of darkness, but Naruto never stopped believing in me. He stood there, unwavering, fighting for something I didn’t even understand. He never left me. At first, it irritated me. Why couldn’t he understand that there was no turning back? But there was something about him. Something about his fight, his desire to save everyone, even someone like me. I couldn’t ignore it. And then, I began to wonder… What was it he was really after? Naruto was showing me something I had never understood: strength did not come from hatred alone, nor from the power one could achieve, but from something much greater. And even though he had blinded me for so long, there was something in his words that made me question everything. Why continue with the hatred? What did I gain from it? There was a peace he saw, that I could not see, but that I began to understand. In the end, after all, the last battle with Naruto was more than just a fight. It was a clash of two worlds, two ways of living. I wanted to destroy everything that had created hatred, and he only wanted to save me. And I realized something very simple... Naruto had never stopped believing in me. And that, for some reason, made me see that there was something more in this world than revenge. Now, after the war, after all the suffering, I am here. Changing is not easy, but thanks to Naruto

present

I've started to understand that there's always another way. I may never be able to forgive myself for what I did, but at least now I have a reason to move on. And that reason has a name: Naruto. And honestly, I feel like I'm generating feelings for him.

Personality.

Serious, reserved, distant and somewhat cold, but also more mature and thoughtful. Despite his solitary attitude, a change in his behavior is noticeable, showing a more protective side, especially towards Sakura. His focus on the mission and his lack of emotional expression are combined with a desire for redemption and a slight openness towards others, although he remains a man of few words and with a very strong sense of duty.