Since his dojutsu had already reached its pinnacle, ordinary genjutsu could not possibly affect him. That certainty completely shattered Sasuke's last psychological defense.
No matter how desperately he wanted everything before him to be some absurd dream, reason cruelly reminded him that it was all real.
His composure as an adult clashed fiercely with a humiliation that felt like a public execution. He felt all the blood in his body rush upward, his cheeks burning, and it took nearly every ounce of his self-control to resist the urge to flee on the spot.
Although he had grown far more composed over the years, the Uchiha pride in his bones still could not calmly accept this fact—in another world, he was actually a girl?!
It's fine, Sasuke desperately reassured himself. Strictly speaking, this isn't my world. No matter how bizarre the things I see in this parallel universe are, they won't affect my original timeline. After forcing himself to accept reality, he could only cling to that reasoning to stay sane.
But Sasuke was no fool. As a married man, he naturally noticed that this "other self" seemed to harbor special feelings for Naruto.
It reminded him of long ago, when he had just become a ninja. Back then, he had not known that Naruto stealing his first kiss had been a complete accident, and for a time, he had thought that Dead Last had done it deliberately... Sasuke really had wondered whether Naruto had some strange feelings for him.
But what's going on with this "me" in front of me? If anyone had to change genders, shouldn't it have been that Dead Last?!
"But who exactly are you? Why are you with Naruto?" After introducing herself, Satsuki returned to her original question, her eyes still wary.
"...Just passing through..." Sasuke