Was that Mr. Sasuke from this era, along with his parents?
But...
Boruto struggled to recall the past his father and elders had occasionally mentioned, along with the scraps he had learned in history class at the Ninja Academy.
Hadn't Sasuke Uchiha lost every member of his family in that horrific night of the Uchiha Clan Massacre when he was very young, leaving him an orphan?
Then what was this warm scene before him, with both parents alive and his mother gently comforting her injured son...?
At that moment, an enormous, chilling fracture seemed to open in space-time.
The adult Sasuke still stood rigidly in place, his exposed right eye fixed on the dark-haired couple across from him and the younger version of himself between them.
Beneath his loose sleeve, his right hand unconsciously clenched into a fist. His nails dug deep into his palm, causing a faint sting, but it was nothing compared to the overwhelming agony and sense of absurdity churning within him.
What was going on... with this world... with Konoha in this era?
And now, Plow's cold warnings about "no contact" and "no interference" felt like the heaviest of shackles, strangling him until he could barely breathe.
He could only stand there like a stone statue, watching helplessly as the "past," carrying the warmth he had lost so long ago, slowly walked past him toward somewhere he could never return.
He wanted to ask what was going on, too, but...
Standing beside him, Boruto could clearly feel the almost tangible turmoil radiating from the adult Sasuke-a mixture of tremendous shock, profound pain, and icy restraint.
He opened his mouth, but not a single word came out. All he could do was stare, equally stunned and bewildered, at the receding backs of that family of three from