Sasuke v. Itachi Part 2, Weakness
There are some points in your life where you realize everything you know about yourself, the people around you, or your beliefs are a complete lie.
This has happened to me twice. The first time was obviously, well, you know, when the direction of my life was decided by a solitary and unforgivable act that has taken hold of my life since.
The second time was right now- when my brother proceeded to swipe the floor with me as easily as one could do so with a mop.
He deflected my Chidori like it was NOTHING! NOTHING! That was quite a slap in my face. I had expected there to still be a gap between us, but the difference, to say it was larger than I anticipated, would be a foolish and naïve understatement.
Even after that, I couldn’t stop myself. I was too angry and the need for revenge was too great. All I could do was remember the scene and the circumstances of our last meeting and my brother standing over the corpses of our parents, so indifferent to what he had done and the vulgarity of it. How could he have just stood there and explain his actions as “measuring himself”?! What?! WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN!? That everything up to the point- the life I had lead, the memories, everything I thought I knew about our household and how it worked was a lie?! Not only was he saying that the murder of our parents was only to measure himself, but also the murders of the entire clan!
It was such bull shit and such a ridiculous explanation for a deed, but I knew from the fact that it had actually happened and from the look of face that it was true.
Now, if a family member you had trusted, admired, known since you came out of the womb and were, unfortunately, related to by blood, went and did that, no matter how hard a beating you took, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from blindly-attacking either.
It wasn’t long before I was coughing up blood and pinned to the wall with Itachi’s hand at my neck. From the pain, I was pretty sure I quite a few cracked ribs and probably countless other injuries.
And then came the darkness that I was so familiar with, having experienced this technique before. I wondered how long he was going to make me relieve the circumstances of the murder of my family members again and again this time.
My last conscious thought before it all went dark was why I didn’t even register on his radar as an opponent. And why was he interested in Naruto and not me. Naruto, Naruto, Naruto. Why was his organization interested in such a low-class idiot?!?!
And then I heard his voice in my ear….
“Foolish little Brother.Why are you weak...Still not enough… hatefulness.”
This has happened to me twice. The first time was obviously, well, you know, when the direction of my life was decided by a solitary and unforgivable act that has taken hold of my life since.
The second time was right now- when my brother proceeded to swipe the floor with me as easily as one could do so with a mop.
He deflected my Chidori like it was NOTHING! NOTHING! That was quite a slap in my face. I had expected there to still be a gap between us, but the difference, to say it was larger than I anticipated, would be a foolish and naïve understatement.
Even after that, I couldn’t stop myself. I was too angry and the need for revenge was too great. All I could do was remember the scene and the circumstances of our last meeting and my brother standing over the corpses of our parents, so indifferent to what he had done and the vulgarity of it. How could he have just stood there and explain his actions as “measuring himself”?! What?! WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN!? That everything up to the point- the life I had lead, the memories, everything I thought I knew about our household and how it worked was a lie?! Not only was he saying that the murder of our parents was only to measure himself, but also the murders of the entire clan!
It was such bull shit and such a ridiculous explanation for a deed, but I knew from the fact that it had actually happened and from the look of face that it was true.
Now, if a family member you had trusted, admired, known since you came out of the womb and were, unfortunately, related to by blood, went and did that, no matter how hard a beating you took, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from blindly-attacking either.
It wasn’t long before I was coughing up blood and pinned to the wall with Itachi’s hand at my neck. From the pain, I was pretty sure I quite a few cracked ribs and probably countless other injuries.
And then came the darkness that I was so familiar with, having experienced this technique before. I wondered how long he was going to make me relieve the circumstances of the murder of my family members again and again this time.
My last conscious thought before it all went dark was why I didn’t even register on his radar as an opponent. And why was he interested in Naruto and not me. Naruto, Naruto, Naruto. Why was his organization interested in such a low-class idiot?!?!
And then I heard his voice in my ear….
“Foolish little Brother.Why are you weak...Still not enough… hatefulness.”