Elsewhere, the adult Sasuke returned to the familiar house.
Through the window, he watched his mother feed his younger self while his father sat beside them, serving him food.
The family was happy together, showering the boy with affection he had never received as a child.
The adult Sasuke's left eye was half concealed beneath his long black hair, hiding his Six-Tomoe Rinnegan.
His exposed right eye looked ordinary, but held the power of the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.
He had once suspected that the so-called "Plow," the treasure supposedly capable of traveling through time, might not be a divine artifact at all, but an intricately woven genjutsu trap aimed straight at his deepest desire.
He had tried countless times.
He had tried analyzing it with the ocular power of his Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, probing it with his Rinnegan's perception, and breaking through it with his indomitable will.
He had formed the signs to dispel genjutsu over and over, disrupting the flow of his chakra before letting it settle again.
There should have been no genjutsu in the Shinobi World capable of controlling him.
Even the Infinite Tsukuyomi, which had enveloped the entire world, had failed to draw him into its dream.
His eyes, his power, should have seen through every illusion.
Then the remaining explanation...
Aside from the possibility that the Plow was a genjutsu artifact designed to target even the Rinnegan...
Perhaps only a "parallel world," something that transcended a single timeline and escaped the bonds of cause and fate, could begin to explain everything before him.
This was another "possibility."
A world where his parents were alive, where the young Sasuke Uchiha grew up surrounded by love.
The adult Sasuke lowered the brim of his hat with his only remaining hand, his right.
Complicated emotions stirred slowly in