The rain was falling in a light drizzle as the wind caressed the canopy of the trees above by unseen hands dancing the branches as if they were mere puppets on a string. It was the twilight of the day so the sky was about to slip into darkness as the sun started to set. Like a golden disc that seemingly hung upon nothing, it's light quakes and shivered as it danced upon the waters of the nearby lake. The fading Sun now bathed the forests with its crimson and orange light. It was moments like these that made Sanosuke come out here and enjoy the sunset. After all, with each passing day for him, it brought the prospect of becoming stronger as a person. The weakest Uchiha for his age was not a title he wanted for himself. No one considered Sanosuke as a genius and neither was he ever comforted by anyone who thought of him as just a late bloomer and not a loser. This was why, soon, he would give it his all and surpass his peers, and make his clan and village proud.
He sat atop a branch in a tree atop its highest branch eating a mango as his ebony eyes gazed casually at the creation of God.