Even knowing this was not the timeline he belonged to, Second Pillar had originally resolved to keep as low a profile as possible and avoid drawing unnecessary attention.
However, when he saw those two faces buried deep in his memories with his own eyes, his reason ultimately failed to suppress the surging emotions, and his body acted out of control.
Even Boruto, who spent every day with him, had never seen Sasuke this out of control—the calmness in his eyes was now violently trembling, and his entire body seemed pinned in place by an invisible force, able only to stare fixedly toward the doorway.
Satsuki, Mikoto, and Fugaku naturally noticed the stranger's unusually intense reaction. His burning gaze was mixed with too many emotions that were difficult to decipher: shock, nostalgia, pain, and... longing.
This world... my parents... are alive?
When that realization truly struck Sasuke, the first things to surface in his mind were those fragments of memory that had grown ever more precious with time—those had been the happiest days of his life.
A gentle mother, a stern father, and an older brother who had not yet begun putting on an act... Especially during the years when both his brother and father were busy with missions, his mother Mikoto had become Little Sasuke's most dependable refuge.
Her gentle voice, the aroma of meals she cooked with her own hands, the warmth of her body when she embraced him... These small comforts had formed Sasuke's most beautiful memories of "home."
Yet this mother, who had forever been gentle and beautiful in his memories—he had not even managed to say goodbye to her before he saw her again as a corpse lying in a pool of blood...
No matter how strong a person became, before their parents, there would always