Wano Island, Flower Capital, Uchiha Manor.
Moonlight flooded the night.
It silently flowed through the open sliding doors of the clan head's residence, laying a layer of silvery radiance over the blue tiles of the central bedroom.
Fugaku, Mikoto, Itachi, and Sasuke—the family of four—gathered beneath the lamplight.
The flickering images and clamor from the television instead became the backdrop to the tranquil night.
The warm light within blended gently with the moonlight pouring in from outside.
"Father, what is the Top 100 Tournament?"
Though he was only two years old, little Sasuke was about as developed as an ordinary three- or four-year-old child.
Dressed in a short-sleeved black shirt and shorts, he sat obediently beside his brother, his eyes full of curiosity as he looked at his father.
Fugaku sat cross-legged on the tatami, his hands tucked into his sleeves. He was watching television when he heard the question.
"It is a competition held every four years to determine the strength of civilian experts. You can understand it that way."
Fugaku answered in a deep voice without turning around.
He was still playing the role of the strict father as always.
However, his attitude was far better than it had been in the original timeline.
"How is your Battle Breathing practice coming along?"
At that, Sasuke wore a supremely confident expression.
"It is indeed a little harder than Flame Breathing, but give me another two weeks and I'll definitely master it proficiently."
To his surprise, Fugaku frowned slightly and turned around in displeasure. "Too slow."
"Mm..."
Sasuke immediately lowered his head in grievance.
At that moment, a gentle hand reached over and stroked the back of his head, comforting him.
"Father, Sasuke is only two. He first turned Flame Breathing into an instinct."
"And he can master Battle Breathing