Not in words, but in feelings. A spike of rage when Naruto laughed too loud. A cold satisfaction when Sakura flinched from his silence. The seal fed on every grievance, every memory of Itachi standing over their parents’ bodies, and turned that grief into a blade aimed inward. Sleep became a battleground. Sasuke would wake with his fist through the wall, the black markings crawling up his jaw like living vines, his chakra tasting of iron and snake venom.
For one terrible minute, Sasuke was happy. cursed seal naruto
At first, there was only heat. A black fire that didn’t burn the flesh but seared the soul. Sasuke’s vision swam in strobes of violet and crimson as three tomoe-shaped markings bloomed across his shoulder, spreading like cracks in a dying sun. The Cursed Seal of Heaven was not a jutsu. It was a second self —a hungry shadow that had been waiting inside him all along. Not in words, but in feelings