Parallel Ninja World.
Konoha.
The streets of the Uchiha Compound.
The Police Department members had long since lowered their swords, standing on either side of the street with complicated expressions.
Sixteen-year-old Sasuke Uchiha walked along the bluestone path.
At his side was Itachi Uchiha, clad in a black Imperial trench coat.
Before the gates of the Uchiha residence.
Fugaku Uchiha and Mikoto Uchiha had already been waiting there.
"Itachi..."
"Sa... Sasuke?"
The instant Mikoto saw the older Sasuke, her eyes reddened, and she covered her mouth tightly with both hands.
Her voice trembled as she spoke, as though she could hardly believe her own eyes.
"Mother."
The older Sasuke stopped, his gaze settling on Mikoto. A long-lost gentleness surfaced in his eyes.
His voice was somewhat low, yet it carried a reassuring strength.
A small head, belonging to a child of around eight, poked out from behind Mikoto.
"Wow!"
"Are you me when I grow up?"
Little Sasuke pointed at the Kusanagi Sword on the older Sasuke's back, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
The older Sasuke stepped forward.
He raised a finger and lightly flicked Little Sasuke's forehead.
"Too weak."
"At eight years old, you haven't even awakened the Two-Tomoe Sharingan."
There was a trace of disdain in the older Sasuke's tone.
Yet the amusement in his eyes could not be hidden.
Little Sasuke covered his forehead and puffed out his cheeks in dissatisfaction.
"Father, Mother."
"I'm glad to meet you when you were younger."
At that moment.
Itachi Uchiha stepped forward and gave Fugaku Uchiha and Mikoto Uchiha a slight bow.
He smiled with confidence, every gesture carrying the ease and composure of an Imperial powerhouse.
"How have you been in that world?"
Looking at his eldest son, who was half a head taller than himself.
Fugaku Uchiha's voice