Today, the Uchiha Clan appeared unusually quiet.
As evening approached, the lingering rays of the setting sun spilled over the clan's rooftops, casting a golden-red glow. Before long, night gradually descended, the sky was swallowed by a deep black, and stars began to dot the expanse.
Sasuke stood in the courtyard, gripping a wooden sword and earnestly practicing his swordsmanship. Every single stroke and stance carried a stubborn tenacity, as if he were venting all his refusal to concede defeat.
Chapter 58