The Uchiha was hungry and broke. Loneliness had not begun to strike him yet but he was beginning to miss a lot about home. The Village Hidden in the Clouds just wasn't the same as home at all. The atmosphere felt different. The terrain was most certainly different. He tried to find work with no success. He knew it was a matter of time before he had to start murdering and robbing to get by. After all it was the survival of the fittest and he had planned to be the fittest.
Well, perhaps it wasn't his plan but in comparison to many he was the fittest. His will to survive and stay alive pushed him to take great measures to get stronger. The mischief back home with the bandit Lords only helped him become stronger even though they look away many loved ones. This ANBU was an elite ANBU because of those situations and he could not ignore that reality. In fact, it scarred him, but it replaced the blindness that used to haunt him.
"Anatsu of Konohagakure's Uchiha clan/" answered Anatsu. He had redness in his eyes. For a familiar shinobi, they resembled the sharingan. However, in Anatsu's case, they were a product of the rare and powerful Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan. He had the ability to see the world through a new light with these powerful eyes.
The Rogue shinobi was lurking near the gates for a while. He had his black traveler's cloak on with his Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan as bright as day shining from his face. He was much skinnier than he had been months before. Perhaps his body was breaking down as well. Anatsu began to worry about his own well being. He needed to make changes. Returning home was not an option. Knowing so, it was his last stride to find an honest living before the mischief began.
Well, perhaps it wasn't his plan but in comparison to many he was the fittest. His will to survive and stay alive pushed him to take great measures to get stronger. The mischief back home with the bandit Lords only helped him become stronger even though they look away many loved ones. This ANBU was an elite ANBU because of those situations and he could not ignore that reality. In fact, it scarred him, but it replaced the blindness that used to haunt him.
"Anatsu of Konohagakure's Uchiha clan/" answered Anatsu. He had redness in his eyes. For a familiar shinobi, they resembled the sharingan. However, in Anatsu's case, they were a product of the rare and powerful Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan. He had the ability to see the world through a new light with these powerful eyes.
The Rogue shinobi was lurking near the gates for a while. He had his black traveler's cloak on with his Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan as bright as day shining from his face. He was much skinnier than he had been months before. Perhaps his body was breaking down as well. Anatsu began to worry about his own well being. He needed to make changes. Returning home was not an option. Knowing so, it was his last stride to find an honest living before the mischief began.