He catches sight of Itachi biting his lip, his gut tightens. Damn it…he sighs and reaches out and ruffles brother’s hair.
“Interesting choice,” Sasuke says, thoughtful as he considers the suggestion. Practicing their swordsmanship, it’s been a while.
He nods in agreement and follows Itachi out.
He slides his door closed and slips his hands in pockets.
“Why kenjutsu?” They make their way to front entrance after picking up their training materials. Sasuke takes a seat to slip on his sandals.
Sasuke will see, soon.
His little burst of guilt has come and gone, and excitement takes its place again as he hurries ahead to the front door. Nothing but a grin on his face, he presents Sasuke with a brand new training sword, still in its bundle.
“Because of this.” And then he’s setting it right back down again, sitting down on his butt to get his shoes on.
He finds a black shirt and turns around to face Itachi. Like his back his chest is littered with pink scratches, in addition his neck is covered in small bruises. Slipping on the shirt, Sasuke takes his old one and dumps it with his other dirty clothes.
“Alright,” he says glancing at Itachi,” what kind of training do you want to do?” He walks over to his desk and grabs his weapon’s pouch. His leg holster is already in place.
“…you could’ve sat on the bed or at my desk,” he mentions with a frown, finally noticing just where his brother decided to wait. He ignores the small flare of guilt and walks back to the door. With a wave of his hand, he gestures for Itachi to go first.
Training gone wrong, maybe…? Sasuke wasn’t treating them like serious injuries, at least. If he was given time… they’d heal up.
He lights up when Sasuke is ready, asking him what he wants to do– and immediately deflates when he’s scolded for sitting in the wrong place. Biting his lower lip to maintain his composure, he puts his brain to work. Where did his answer go?
“Kenjutsu.” Is his answer, scrambling to get up and out the door, waiting for his brother to step out and keep a line of sight on him.
He stops by the entryway and glances at his brother. Then with a ‘tch’ he inclines his head inside.
“Let me change, come in.” Sasuke steps inside his bedroom and pulls off his shirt, revealing a back with faint pink scratches.
“Sit somewhere if you want,” he mutters while walking to his dresser to find a new shirt.
Where did those come from, he wonders. They don’t look to be that old, and he didn’t see them on Sasuke the very last time. The question is in his eyes alone, however, as he’s quickly learned it’s best to not ask Sasuke too many questions. He may lose his chance to train.
Itachi sits himself near the door, so they won’t waste anymore time when Sasuke’s ready to go. Hands on his knees, kness tucked under his legs neatly.
[[ The Original Shin was an experiment through the combined efforts of Danzo and Orochimaru to create a human whose DNA would allow Sharingan to be easily transplanted in any part of the body. Shin apparently heard a LOT of praise towards Itachi from the both of them as he fully believed that Itachi was the epitome of everything an Uchiha should be.
Shin lost his right arm which in turn became Danzo’s right arm.
At some point Shin escaped Orochimaru’s facilities. The most believable time frame for this is when Sasuke killed Orochimaru, leaving most of his bases completely unattended.
Shin later discovered that Sasuke had killed Itachi. Because Shin lacks the information that Itachi was a wanted criminal for the massacre of the Uchiha and that Sasuke was the only survivor, Shin mistakenly believes that Sasuke murdered Itachi, and therefore his enemy became Sasuke.
Shin began cloning himself at some point using parts of his body, but the small child-Shin turned on him during the fight versus Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura, and they killed the adult.
I don’t know his age– not even the wikia does. It’s probably trivial because due to the existence of Mitsuki and Log, Orochimaru is able to produce subjects that don’t need to go through infancy/childhood. ]]
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