"Yeah, Sasuke. If my cooking isn't as good as your mother's in your world, don't despise me, Auntie!"
Itachi's face had already stiffened awkwardly. Sasuke had seemed to be in terrible shape from the moment he entered, and even the two of them had noticed that something was wrong.
Uchiha Mikoto tentatively spoke up. "Sasuke, why don't you tell us about your world? I want to know what I'm like in that world."
Itachi's expression had grown somewhat tense.
Sasuke, meanwhile, had fallen into reminiscence.
"Our mother in our world... has the same dark eyes as me. She always took gentle care of Itachi and me, just like she does now. No matter how late we came home, she would always prepare a whole table of delicious food..."
A trace of longing showed in Sasuke's eyes.
Uchiha Mikoto smiled.
"What about your father? What kind of person is he?" Mikoto couldn't help asking.
Sasuke's expression grew heavy, and he slowly said, "Father was a great leader. He handled everything concerning the clan, inside and out. He was strict and demanding with me..."
Sasuke paused before continuing, "But I know that was also one way he expressed his love..."
His voice lowered slightly as he recalled that painful memory.
Me and Father... it seems we never really sat down and had a heart-to-heart conversation...
When he was young, he had been filled with misunderstanding toward his father. He thought his father always wore a cold expression and favored Itachi.
Actually... his father had loved him too...
Love was hidden in the details. Unfortunately, Sasuke had only gradually understood that after growing up...
Mikoto smiled faintly and explained, "What a coincidence. Fugaku is the same. He's always strict and demanding toward Itachi and Sasuke. Even though he's clearly happy whenever their strength