a hawk in training;

It should be obvious by now Madara's got everyone under his control. How he got the Animus to comply with him, I don't know, but in the end it's something every shinobi here should know:

Genjutsu. An illusion.

What anyone- everyone does when the moon's out isn't of their own will.

I don't know if the other shinobi will be able to break it on their own, but since I'm the only other Uchiha here in Adstringendum - [Unfortunately for him, fortunately for Madara.] - I can help.

It'll take some time to do, preferably during the day, but I can break Madara's hold on anyone that wants it.

You don't need to come to me. I'll come to you.


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[Sasuke can be seen fiddling with his scarf. He has bandages around his head where he had been cut, but other than that there are no signs that Madara had even done anything to him. Someone's got his luck back.]

Anyone else get red? Just curious.

[When the feed starts, this tree can be seen. Sasuke's out training again, and goes through the motions of his Shishi Rendan. When he reaches a bare spot of the tree, he kicks it hard enough to split the truck, and at the moment he does so, his chidori takes over. Instead of just knocking all of the leaves off, it consumes most of the screen in a blinding light as a loud craaaaaack can be heard over the sound of chirping birds.

White noise.

Then, a few minutes later, the feed is turned back on. Sasuke seems to be both visibly exhausted and in pain. Despite that, however, he's grinning a little.]

I'm gonna need some help. I broke my leg and ankle training.

[And then he moves to turn off the feed, before pausing to add in one more thing.]

Don't you dare laugh, aniki.

[Then the feed cuts out.]

[Sasuke turns on the PCD as he knocks it over. There's clattering as it lands on its side, showing Sasuke breathing hard and clutching at his shoulders. He hunches over as something starts to come out of his back, the sickening sound of bones crashing and skin splitting before his shirt tears.

He's crying out now, in agony as the atrocity on his back grows, and grows and grows, until finally...

He's got wings. two very ugly, rather large wings in the same of two very big hands. The webbing between the giant fingers are countless more fingers. They're monster wings, really.

The feed ends as the PCD is knocked onto the floor.]