Lightning licked up the side of Sasuke's arm. It felt like touching an electric fence, the shock humming just below his skin. The sound of chirping birds, thousands of them, echoed from the trees. The ground below him had been singed down to blackened earth that spider-webbed into the surviving grass. He could feel the heat against his leg, the sparks falling onto his open-toed sandals. Bright white and blue light shined around his hand, too bright to look at straight on. It wasn't the same as Kakashi's. It wasn't a concentrated orb of sharpened chakra. Sasuke's had no shape, flickering wherever the lightning wanted to go. Where Kakashi's was refined, controlled, Sasuke's was not. It was still wild, untamed, raw lightning.

It didn't matter to Sasuke. It was new. It was powerful. Sasuke absolutely

loved

it.