Masa Nakamura could have waited for this moment for an eternity. He raised his metallic left arm, a heavily modified reminder of what had been taken away from him almost thirty years ago. By that man, at that time only a boy. The vicious eternal flames of Amaterasu had burned through Masa's arm painfully, excruciatingly. Not a single kunai, blade or sharp object had been with him at the moment, the flames inextinguishable even as he dived into water fruitlessly. And so he had torn through the flesh of his upper arm agonisingly with his teeth, munching desperately before the slow flames spread to his upper arm and body, as tears flowed down his face, marking the hatred he possessed for Densetsu Uchiha more than he actual gruelling pain he felt as every nerve screamed at him. He had chosen t