Change the tragic fate of Uchiha!
This strong thought was like a huge stone thrown into the lake of my heart, arousing Sasuke Uchiha's surging faith.
As if responding to his desire, the Rabbit Talisman in his hand suddenly burst out with unprecedented blazing light, instantly engulfing his vision!
Sasuke felt an irresistible force gripping his whole body, and the next moment, he completely disappeared from the room without a trace.
Almost at the same moment he disappeared, an energetic voice came along with the sliding door. "Hey! Sasuke! Are you there? Let's go to Training Ground... eh?"
Naruto Uzumaki poked his head in, looked at the empty room, scratched his dazzling blond hair, and looked confused. "Strange! Isn't Sasuke not here?"
As if being stuffed into a high-speed rotating drum washing machine, Sasuke was spinning in the bizarre passages, and its perception of time and space was completely confused.
After an unknown amount of time, the terrifying tearing force suddenly disappeared, and he fell heavily onto a soft object.
"Uh!" He shook his head as if it were filled with lead, and the strong dizziness made him almost nauseous.
When he managed to hold himself up and prepared to stand up, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
He found that his field of vision was shorter! The surrounding grass seemed to become taller.
He subconsciously stretched out his hand, and what he saw was a pair of palms that were obviously several sizes smaller, with short, fat fingers and more delicate skin.
"This... is this?!" A chill instantly ran down his spine.
He crawled and rushed to the river not far away. The clear river water reflected a childlike face, with soft black hair, big and round eyes, and a bit of baby fat.
This is clearly what he looked like when he was four or five years old!
Shock, confusion, a hint of unspeakable fear, all kinds of emotions were constantly surging in his heart.
At this moment, a familiar, unforgettable, gentle and concerned voice came from behind him:
"Sasuke, what are you doing here?"
This sound is...!!!
Sasuke's body froze suddenly, and he slowly turned around as if he had been hit by Raigeki.
Under Sunshine, the black-haired boy wearing a dark blue stand-up collared top and Konoha Forehead Protector on his forehead was standing there quietly, looking at him with gentle eyes.
"U, Chi, Bo, Itachi!" Sasuke almost blurted out, his voice full of shock and complexity that could not be concealed.
Itachi Uchiha Hearing this, he slightly frowned his beautiful eyebrows.
He didn't say anything more, he just walked forward in a few steps, easily picked up Sasuke Uchiha, and carried it on his back skillfully.
"What's wrong?" Itachi's voice had a helpless smile, but it was still gentle, "You don't even call me brother anymore? Is it a nightmare?"
Surrounded by the familiar body temperature and breath, lying on his brother's thin but unusually stable back, Sasuke instinctively wanted to struggle, question, and escape from this illusory warmth.
But the long-lost sense of security that belonged to his brother was like the strongest tide, instantly overwhelming all his defenses.
His eyes were uncontrollably hot and sour, and the warm liquid silently soaked the fabric on Itachi's back.
He clutched his brother's clothes tightly, buried his face deeper, and choked with sobs in a child's soft voice with a strong nasal sound:
"Well... yes, I had a very long and terrible nightmare."
On the road, lying on my brother's warm and stable back, the familiar pace almost made Sasuke indulge in this lost and found dream.
He clenched his hands subconsciously, but the cold touch of Rabbit Talisman in his palm reminded him of the reality.
He secretly opened his palm and saw that the originally warm and shiny Talismans was now dim and dull, and the rabbit pattern on the surface seemed to have lost its spirituality and became like the most ordinary stone.
No, this is not a dream, I actually traveled through time!
This knowledge was like a basin of ice water, waking him up instantly. His heart suddenly contracted.
Then he suddenly raised his head, leaned close to Itachi's ear, and asked in an urgent tone that was unique to children and could not easily be suspected, "Brother, how many years is Konoha now?"
Itachi tilted his head slightly, a little surprised that his brother suddenly asked this, but still said gently, "It is Konoha 56."
That number was like a cold key, instantly opening the darkest gate deep in Sasuke's memory.
He calculated rapidly in his mind, and his blood almost solidified. There was only just over a year left before the bloody Night of the Massacre!
Time was so tight that it was suffocating. He had to do something and he had to take action immediately!
Uchiha Residence at night, the lights are warm, and a family of four is sitting around the dining table.
Although the atmosphere seems harmonious, there is always a hint of heaviness lingering in the air.
Sasuke took a few mouthfuls of rice, took a deep breath, raised his head, and looked directly at his majestic father sitting on the main seat, Fugaku Uchiha.
He spoke in a childish, curious and worried tone. "Father, I heard some bad rumors at the Ninja Academy."
The other three people at the table paused slightly.
Sasuke continued, his voice deliberately lowered, with uncertainty. "They said that the relationship between Konoha and us is very tense now? It seems that our clan is going to be purged or something?"
Bang!
Fugaku Uchiha The bowl in his hand hit the table hard, making a harsh sound.
His face suddenly darkened, and his sharp gaze swept over his younger son, with unquestionable majesty. "These words are not what you should listen to! This matter has nothing to do with you, don't listen to the wind or rain outside! After dinner, go back to the room quickly!"
At this moment, the atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point.
"Father, Sasuke is still young. It is inevitable that you will hear some gossip at school. It is normal to care about other people's opinions."
Itachi immediately spoke to smooth things over. He stood up and gently took Sasuke's hand, "I'll take him back to his room right now."
Watching Itachi take Sasuke away from the restaurant, the calmness Mikoto Uchiha had been pretending finally collapsed. She clasped her hands tightly, her knuckles turned white, and tears welled up in her eyes:
"Fugaku, Sasuke Did he get bullied at school? Konoha's attitude, has he started to not even let the children off?"
Fugaku Uchiha was silent, his face was ashen, and he looked particularly gloomy under the dim light.
He slammed his fist on the table and squeezed out a sentence of suppressed endless anger and determination from between his teeth:
"That's enough! I will find a way. Since Konoha is unkind, don't blame us Uchiha for being unjust!"
Returning to the room, Itachi closed the door gently. He looked at his brother who was sitting by the bed with his head lowered and saying nothing, with complicated eyes.
He squatted down and looked straight at Sasuke, his tone was still gentle, but with a trace of imperceptible inquiry:
"Sasuke, what happened to you today? Are those words really just what you heard in school?"