On the other side, Adult Sasuke came to the familiar courtyard again.
He watched through the window as his mother fed him Young Naruto, while his father sat aside and picked up vegetables.
The family was happy and harmonious, which was the kind of love he had never received when he was young.
Adult Sasuke's left eye was half-covered by the hanging black Long Hair. What was hidden there was Six-Tomoe Rinnegan.
The exposed right eye looks ordinary, but actually contains the power of Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.
He once suspected that the so-called "Plow", the Treasured Tool that was said to be able to travel through time, might not be a Divine Artifact at all, but a carefully woven Genjutsu trap that pointed directly at his deepest desire.
He tried countless times.
Use Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan pupil power to analyze, use Rinnegan's Sensing to gain insight, and use your own tenacity to the extreme to impact.
The seal of Genjutsu was lifted over and over again, and the fluctuations of Chakra were disrupted and subsided.
Shinobi World, there shouldn't be a Genjutsu that can control him.
Not even the "Infinite Tsukuyomi" that enveloped the entire world could truly drag him into a dream.
His eyes and his strength should have seen through all illusions.
So, the rest of the explanation...
Except that the plow is for Rinnegan level Genjutsu Treasured Tool.
Perhaps, only "Parallel World", a possibility that transcends a single timeline and escapes the fate of cause and effect, can barely explain everything in front of us.
Here, is another "possibility".
A world where my own Parents is alive and well, and my young Sasuke Uchiha is growing up in complete love.
Adult Sasuke used his remaining right hand to lower the brim of his hat.
Complex emotions surged slowly in the chest, like a pebble dropped into a deep pool that had been silent for many years. The ripples were subtle, but they rippled deep.
Fierce hatred, utter loneliness, long pursuit...
The main themes that formed the first half of his life seemed to have temporarily lost their sharp colors in front of this warm and dazzling window scene.
There is no anger, no unwillingness, not even too much sadness.
Able to see Parents again.
Even just through the window, I can see their lifelike appearance and hear their faint conversation.
We can see them doting on their young "selves" so much.
Even the beloved Young Naruto was completely different from the one he remembered.
That's... enough.
Isn't this the smallest and most extravagant thought deep in his heart that even he rarely admits?
Now that it was presented in front of him in this incredible way, even if it was the mirror flower Suigetsu, a gift or a ridicule from Parallel World, he was already greedy and willing to stop here for a moment.
He watched quietly, burning this scene deeply into his memory.
The wind passed through Courtyard, and the leaves rustled, making the warmth inside the window more and more quiet. He outside the window became more and more lonely, but also... strangely peaceful.
Mikoto is sitting at the dining table, holding a bowl of steaming miso soup in his hand, carefully blowing it to cool it, and then passing it to the mouth of Young Naruto Sasuke who is sitting opposite.
Young Naruto Wearing a clean home Kimono, he subconsciously leaned back slightly, with a trace of resistance and embarrassment to overly intimate care unique to his age on his face.
"Mom, I'll do it myself..."
He muttered softly, the tips of his ears turning red, but in the end he still did not resolutely push away his mother's hand.
The loss and recovery made him reluctant to reject his mother.
Although he is temporarily unable to see, he can still feed himself.
Mikoto's eyes are filled with a gentle smile.
She likes to see her son like this, and likes that after he is found again, she can take care of him in his daily life as a matter of course.
Even just a mouthful of soup was enough to make the softest part of her heart feel full.
Husband Uchiha Fugaku was sitting on Main Seat, with the morning newspaper spread out in front of him.
He didn't look very focused, and from time to time his eyes lifted from the edge of the newspaper and fell on his wife and children.
He did not speak, but silently clamped another Tamagoyaki onto the plate in front of Young Naruto.
The serious profile lines seemed to soften a bit in the morning light.
At this moment, Mikoto was about to hand over the next spoonful of soup when his fingertips suddenly paused almost imperceptibly.
An extremely weak, fleeting... feeling passed through my heart without any warning.
It wasn't a sound or a visual disturbance, it was more like a drop of cold dew, quietly dripping in the middle of the calm lake, causing a circle of almost invisible ripples.
This feeling carries an indescribable familiarity, and is also permeated with a deep sense of loneliness and... gaze, like the morning mist in the distant mountains.
Her eyes subconsciously turned to the window.
In the yard, the morning light is just right.
The dwarf pine trees that have been carefully pruned these past two days stand quietly, with crystal dewdrops rolling on their leaves.
In the distance, the chirping of early birds could be heard clearly.
Everything is as usual, quiet and full of life.
Nothing.
There were no uninvited guests, no abnormal Chakra fluctuations, and even the wind seemed to pause for a moment.
"What's wrong?"
Fugaku A deep voice sounded. He put down the newspaper, glanced sharply out the window, and then back to his wife's face.
Young Naruto Sasuke also stopped chewing and looked at his mother in confusion.
Mikoto blinked, suppressing the strange throbbing in his heart at that moment.
Courtyard outside the window is bathed in the clear morning light, so peaceful that there is no abnormality.
Maybe it's an illusion of light and shadow?
Maybe it's because I cherish this peaceful life too much recently, and I'm unreasonably sensitive?
"Nothing."
She looked away, shook her head slightly at her husband, and looked at her son again, her smile still gentle, as if the pause just now had never happened.
"Maybe it's because the early morning light is a bit dazzling."
She handed the warm soup to her son's lips again, with a soft voice. "Here, drink some more."
The warm daily life in the house begins to flow again.
Fugaku picked up the newspaper again, and Young Naruto Sasuke continued to eat Parents's feeding.
Adult Sasuke walked out silently from the shadow of the porch of the empty house next door that had been vacant for a long time.
There was a smile on his lips.
It was an almost sigh-like smile after a heavy burden had been lifted off.
He was already satisfied.
Adult Sasuke turned his head slightly and looked towards the familiar courtyard for the last time.
Although Young Naruto in this world has bandages on his eyes and seems to be blind, he can feel that he in this world is happy.
He let it go.
I let go of a problem that had been lingering in my heart for many years and that I had never clearly expressed.
That unsolvable assumption about "what if", that cold and empty regret about family and love.
Now, in another possibility, he saw some kind of projection approaching perfection.
Because there is no weasel here.
This is not his perfection, but it strangely comforts his secret desire for warmth that belongs to "Sasuke Uchiha".
Then, it's time to move on.
Sasuke's figure, like a shadow blending into the morning light, disappeared silently at the end of the street where Konoha was gradually waking up, walking firmly.