My name is Sasuke Uchiha.
You might not believe it, but this is the truth.
A man who looked more like my dad than my dad did claimed to be my ancestor.
But we probably weren't related by blood.
Maybe...
It was the night after the Mizuki incident ended.
Sasuke lay in bed, his muscles aching relentlessly.
His eyes were a little dull, like those of a listless salted fish that had lost its light.
So weak. I'm so weak.
If it hadn't been for Karin's sensing and Naruto sharing his nine-tails chakra today, I definitely wouldn't have held out.
At this rate, how could I ever defeat Nii-san and bring him home?
When would I ever beat Naruto and become the boss?
In truth, Sasuke was already absurdly impressive.
At nearly seven years old, he had awakened his two-tomoe Sharingan and, bolstered by nine-tails chakra, taken on the combined assault of several former Root members head-on.
Although they were all disabled, even a starving camel was bigger than a horse. A disabled special jōnin was still far beyond what an ordinary genin could challenge.
But compared to Nii-san and Naruto, I'm far too weak.
Stronger. I want to get stronger.
Physical exhaustion battered his brain, and as his consciousness gradually blurred, Sasuke seemed to hear repeated calls.
When Sasuke opened his eyes, he found himself in a forest.
A figure was practicing swordsmanship tirelessly among the trees.
There were also huge craters left by Fire Release in the ground farther away, their scorched portions gradually melting.
"Where is this?"
Sasuke instantly went on alert, activating his two-tomoe Sharingan in an instant, the black tomoe spinning.
Wasn't I lying in bed? How did I end up here?
Countless questions arose in Sasuke's mind, but the most important things now were