Before Itachi behind Mikoto could make out the other person's face, he saw his mother's trembling figure stagger backward. The hand that had been gripping her kunai loosened at once.
"Clang~!"
The kunai fell to the ground, and Itachi hurriedly caught his mother's trembling body.
"Mom!"
In his panic, Itachi lost his usual seriousness and composure. He was no longer the young clan head of the Uchiha, nor the captain of the Police Force. He was simply a child worried about his mother.
"Mom, what's wrong!?"
Sasuke also threw down the two kunai in his hands and ran to his mother.
Tears streamed down Mikoto's face. Her left hand tightly covered her mouth while her right hand trembled as it pointed at the person before them.
Itachi and young Sasuke followed the direction of her finger with their eyes.
The two of them froze on the spot.
This person... why did he look so much like Sasuke!?
This person... why did he look so much like him!!!?
Boruto, standing to the side with both hands still raised, suddenly felt like an unnecessary extra. Wanting to find somewhere to hide, he consciously took two steps back.
Meanwhile, Sasuke looked at the three people before him—his younger self, his brother Itachi, and his mother Mikoto. At that moment, it was as though he had cast aside every disguise and guard. He even temporarily forgot the purpose of this trip, revealing a heartfelt smile.
"Long time no see, Mom."
Mikoto was already sobbing uncontrollably. Itachi looked at the other party with complicated eyes, his gaze lowering to Sasuke's empty sleeve. His left hand was long gone.
Young Sasuke only found the whole thing absurd.
Why was he calling my mom Mom!?
I'm obviously the only one who calls my own mom Mom!
Although