Sasuke: Take Your Hand Off!

Sasuke's hand remained on the hilt of his sword. He did not answer immediately.

The wind atop the rooftop swept up his empty left sleeve, and the Kusanagi Sword was already halfway out of its sheath.

The purple-red Rinnegan in his left eye slowly spun. Sunlight gleamed off the blade, and killing intent pressed against their skin, forcing even Minato, who stood opposite him, to lower his shoulders slightly.

Minato did not show his vigilance on his face, but a specially made Flying Thunder God Kunai had already slipped into his palm.

Just then, he had not even noticed Sasuke approaching.

This man had concealed his presence too perfectly. If he had attacked first, it was hard to say whether the few of them would still be standing here in one piece.

Ye stood with his arms folded beside a rusty iron door, not even blinking as curses already erupted in his mind.

Holy shit, that hairstyle.

That one-armed look, plus that purple-red Rinnegan!

Isn't this the middle-aged version of Uchiha Sasuke from the Boruto era?!

Ye was completely dumbfounded.

Did this Ley Line's Space-Time Turbulence come with some kind of sick sense of humor?

One shot sent us straight into this ridiculous era where even the Ōtsutsuki Aliens could blow up a moon with one punch!

Max-level bosses hiding in the starter village to slaughter newbies, huh?

Was this like someone asking, surprised? Happy?

Sasuke's thumb pushed the blade out another inch, but Obito's voice burst out first.

"Whoa, hold on! Don't draw your sword yet!"

Obito darted to the side, flailing his arms, his head nearly smashing into the rusty rooftop railing.

That shout tore a gap through the killing intent on the rooftop.

Obito pointed at the man across from him, his eye beneath the mask widened