They said no one knew a son better than his mother, and Sasuke was flesh of Mikoto's flesh.
Even without the Sharingan, Mikoto saw every bit of Sasuke's pain.
She saw clearly the hatred rooted deep in his heart.
How she wanted to step forward and hold him.
She wanted to reach out and stop the hand that kept crackling with electricity, but she withdrew her own hand as soon as she extended it.
She understood where that obsession came from, understood the hatred for Itachi weighing on Sasuke's heart, and understood that she could not stop him.
Sasuke could only grow stronger with his hatred for Itachi.
That was the fate of the Uchiha Clan, a clan steeped in tragedy, a clan burdened with hatred and pain.
At last, Sasuke could hold out no longer.
His chakra ran dry, and he passed out.
Helpless, Kakashi stepped forward, scooped Sasuke up, and took him to Leaf Hospital for treatment.
But without realizing it, the Sasuke Kakashi held was one formed by a White Zetsu Clone.
Liao Wu brought Mikoto forward, while Candy used Medical Ninjutsu to treat Sasuke's arm, which had been injured by Lightning Style chakra.
"Sasuke..."
As Mikoto looked at her son lying on the ground, her fingers unconsciously tightened around her clothes, and moisture welled in her eyes.
Liao Wu told Mikoto, "Say whatever you want to Sasuke. Afterward, I'll use an Illusion Technique to make him think this was only a dream."
"Thank you, big brother!"
Liao Wu walked aside, picked up the copy of Icha Icha Paradise that Kakashi had left behind, and read it with relish.
"Mm..."
Sasuke felt as though sunlight were bathing his body, filling him with warmth.
He could not help waking up.
But the instant he opened his eyes, Sasuke