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[Open] Led along a different way...
Orochimaru moved through the village, humming under his breath as he sorted through the various items that were on sale due to the turn of the season. He had plenty of time, after all, given that nothing at home was in danger of exploding or otherwise being ruined presently, so he could enjoy the fresh air and company of those in the village.
Even if they sadly never had been willing to enjoy his company in turn. It mattered not, he would give them the benefit of the doubt, because doing anything else would have been spitting in the face of both his mother and his sensei's teachings, and he by no means wished to be a disappointment in such a simple way.
Still, most were welcoming to him, and thus there was no point in focusing on those who weren't. It would interfere with his studies, after all, and they were far more relevant than worrying on if a scattering of people knew how to be forgiving.
Even if they sadly never had been willing to enjoy his company in turn. It mattered not, he would give them the benefit of the doubt, because doing anything else would have been spitting in the face of both his mother and his sensei's teachings, and he by no means wished to be a disappointment in such a simple way.
Still, most were welcoming to him, and thus there was no point in focusing on those who weren't. It would interfere with his studies, after all, and they were far more relevant than worrying on if a scattering of people knew how to be forgiving.
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Fugaku's hopes had rested upon Sasuke, and he had been raised as such from then on, the blow to his pride mortifying. Sasuke had, however, turned into something mercilessly skilled, and merciless in other aspects. He would not attack innocent villagers, but the Uchiha Pride was something tangible with him.
"Is this seriously the best you have?" he asked in cold, dark tones as a salesman repeatedly nodded.
There was the Uchiha crest, taking up almost the whole back of the long-sleeved dark robe, something reminiscent of the Founding era. His chokuto in his sheath, held by a sash at his side with a hand resting with alarming casualness upon its handle.
The Uchiha, after all, deserved the best of the best in -any- goods, no matter how simplistic or common.
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"Uchiha Sasuke." because his family name matters.
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But then, those dark eyes switched to red, the mangekyo sharingan appearing. "I'll show what an Uchiha can do then."
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There was an angry hiss. "If you think that's all it takes..." he swept at him with foot, intending to take him to the ground.
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...however, he found no retort to the words. Fists clenched at his side, teeth gritting hard.
He hated this world. He hated it and its people. It was all wrong!
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