In an instant, the surroundings underwent a drastic change. Everyone had been pulled by Sasuke into Tsukuyomi's Genjutsu space.
Itachi instinctively frowned. Tsukuyomi?
Could it be that the him from Big Sasuke's world had given him the Mangekyō Sharingan...
"This is... the place where we met Little Master and Brother Itachi before?" Boruto recognized the place they had passed through only two hours ago at once.
Big Sasuke nodded and turned around.
"That's right. This is where everything began that night."
Mikoto, Fugaku, Hikari, Little Sasuke, and Boruto could all smell the thick stench of blood in the air. Boruto in particular felt his stomach churning, on the verge of vomiting, but he still forced down the nausea.
Fugaku frowned and quietly shook his head.
"So what I saw back then was the future you experienced."
Big Sasuke nodded and said nothing more.
The heavy atmosphere left everyone silent as they continued watching the scene before them.
Everything within the Tsukuyomi space was so real, as though they were standing at the scene of that night themselves.
Eight-year-old Sasuke had just left the Ninja Academy. As night fell, he returned to the street at the northernmost edge of the clan compound, intending to head home as usual.
But the sight of the street before him made his entire body begin trembling uncontrollably.
"What... what is going on?"
The Sasuke within the illusion instinctively took two steps back.
The street that should have been bustling had become utterly desolate. Blood covered the ground. Clan members who had greeted him only hours ago now lay sprawled across the street, their eyes wide with disbelief, unable to rest in peace.
But then Sasuke suddenly remembered something. He jerked his head toward his home, quickened his pace, and ran toward it with all his