"The sky's cleared, the rain's stopped, and your Sasuke's back in action."
"Sasuke, why don't you try Lightning Release..."
"Sasuke, stop chasing the dogs. You can't bite them."
"Sasuke, if one day Itachi and I end up on opposite sides, who... would you choose?"
"Sasuke, you're actually pretty fun to pet when you smile."
"Sasuke, you'll definitely become the strongest in the Uchiha Clan."
"Sasuke, your second brother's leaving."
Memories that had sunk deep over the past twenty years came surging back into his mind, one voice after another.
He knew that voice well. He'd heard it every day as a child, until his ears had practically grown calluses.
He also found it utterly unfamiliar. Even hearing it now, he had to keep asking himself whether he was mistaken.
Especially after seeing the familiar style of clothes before him, the future Sasuke's eyes instantly reddened.
A long-suppressed ache welled up in his chest and surged through him.
At his throat, it became two words.
But just as they were about to leave his lips, he couldn't help but falter. His mouth opened, but not a sound came out.
He couldn't reveal himself to the people of this time. Otherwise...
A lot of things would change.
These people might even run into trouble sooner than they were supposed to.
He gritted his teeth, and in the end managed only a soft question: "Y-you... you are..."
The person who had appeared was, naturally, Uchiha Jin.
He didn't look at Sasuke right away. Instead, he turned and glanced at the white-clad young man above them.
White clothes, advanced age, narrow eyes, a fishing enthusiast!
No doubt about it. This was that very man—the great Uchiha Pu Shi, who had died at the hands of two Genin.
Never mind anything else. Just look