Blood-Soaked Bandages, Uchiha's True Tears

Beneath the bandages lies an unfinished love letter written in scars. Each layer of gauze conceals poetry etched in pain—rhymes seared by lightning, metaphors carved by kunai, sonnets preserved in forbidden jutsu. They say Uchiha flames consume everything, but they've never seen the Naka River flowing through these veins. When Sasuke's hatred meets my gaze, I write on bloodstained cloth: "The seventh scar blooms like a bellflower, the eighth buries my name." The Nine-Tails' loneliness echoes in my bones. Naruto grabs my hand with desperate hope: "We're the same, aren't we?" My fist clenches in…