"Sasuke?"

Mikoto peeked out from behind her husband, stared at his face for a long time, and then hesitantly called out his name.

It wasn't a question, but a confirmation.

A mother's instinct made her recognize this child immediately.

Although she didn't know why she had grown up or why she was here, she couldn't possibly mistake this face or these eyes.

Young Sasuke remained silent.

He stood frozen in place, like a stone statue whose soul had been taken away.

His mind went completely blank at that moment.

I've imagined it many times.

From the moment Uchiha Tsukuyomi told him, "I can take you back to see," he was thinking—

If he really met his parents in this time and space, what would he say?

What should I say?

What can I say?

A thousand words were stuck in my throat, and I couldn't utter a single one.

He could only stare intently at the two people in front of him.

Fugaku Uchiha, his father.

Uchiha Mikoto, his mother.

"Sasuke?" Mikoto called out again, her voice softer than before.

She stepped out from behind Fugaku and took a step forward.

"You are...our Sasuke, right?"

"From...the future?"

Young Sasuke still did not answer.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his lips moved, but he couldn't make a sound.

He saw his mother raise her hand slightly, as if she wanted to touch him, but then lowered it again after some hesitation.

He is afraid.

Uchiha Sasuke, the avenger who remained unfazed even when facing the five great Kage-level ninjas at the Five Kage Summit, was now filled with fear.

"...Tsk."

Uchiha Tsuki's voice drifted over from behind.

"I said, Sasuke."

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a playful smile on his lips.

"You traveled all this way through time and space just to see them, didn't you?"

"The person is right in front of you, so say something."

"It's fine if you don't say anything, but you can at least call out to me, right?"

"Father, Mother, it's just a few words, is it that difficult?"

Sasuke suddenly turned his head, his eyes fixed on Uchiha Tsuki.

Uchiha Yue merely raised an eyebrow, showing no fear whatsoever at his murderous expression.

"Staring at me won't do any good."

"I can't stand this kind of dawdling and indecisiveness."

"If you don't say it while people are alive, it will be too late when they are really gone."

The last sentence was like a blunt knife, piercing Sasuke's heart.

He suddenly turned around.

Mikoto simply looked at him quietly, her eyes filled with tenderness.

That look in his eyes—

It's the look in a mother's eyes when she looks at her son.

There was no urging, no questioning, only tolerance and waiting.

Fugaku remained silent, his eyes filled with complex emotions, but he did not speak.

They are all waiting.

Waiting for the child in front of me to take that step.

"……Mother……"

A hoarse voice was squeezed out with difficulty from deep in his throat, sounding rather unpleasant.

But Mikoto heard it.

"Ah."

She responded softly, a gentle smile curving her lips, and continued to gaze at him quietly, as if to say: It's okay, take your time.

"Father."

The four words were a bit calmer than before.

A slight twitch appeared on Fugaku's usually stern and serious face.

Then--

He smiled.

It was a very faint smile, but Sasuke saw it.

"Ah."

There was silence for a moment.

"Slap, slap, slap—"

An untimely round of applause broke out from the side.

"Touching, so touching."

He tilted his head, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the three of them.

"But... crying all the time is no fun. Come on, Sasuke—"

He pulled a scroll from his pocket and casually tossed it over.

"This is a gift you brought to your parents from another time and space."

"You bastard!!!"

Sasuke's face instantly darkened, and veins bulged on his forehead.

He grabbed the scroll with one hand and pushed Uchiha Tsukiyomi's chest with the other, half-pushing and half-shoving him out of the laboratory.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Don't push me, don't push me, I can walk by myself—"

Uchiha Yue stumbled a few steps after being pushed, but still managed to tease, "Hey, I was just trying to liven things up for you!"

"No need!"

"boom!"

The laboratory door slammed shut behind Uchiha Yue.

Chapter 252 The entire Uchiha clan is transported to the night of the massacre.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Mikoto couldn't help but chuckle as she looked at Sasuke's sullen yet helpless expression.

"That guy... really doesn't know how to read the room," Sasuke muttered.

"Yes, yes, I've always thought so too." Fugaku rarely agreed, and the corners of his mouth curved into a wider smile.

Mikoto stepped forward, her gaze gently falling on the scroll in Sasuke's hand, then she looked up at his face.

"Sasuke... what happened to you in the future? Why do you look so melancholy?"

Sasuke was slightly taken aback by these words.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say "it's nothing," but when he met his mother's eyes, which seemed to see through everything, he swallowed the words back.

"Let's talk about it later... we'll talk about it slowly." He lowered his eyes and his voice became softer.

"Yes, take your time." Mikoto didn't press for details, but simply squeezed his hand gently. "There's plenty of time."

Fugaku stood to the side, remained silent for a moment, then reached out and patted Sasuke on the shoulder.

"Let's go, we have a house in Loulan, let your mother cook a meal."

"Let's talk while we eat."

The atmosphere quietly livened up amidst Uchiha Yue's antics.

Mikoto and Fugaku exchanged a smile, then simultaneously turned their gaze to their son who had returned from the future—

A faint, almost imperceptible warmth finally appeared on that gloomy face.

The next three days felt like a dream to young Sasuke.

A beautiful dream he had prayed for countless cold, dark nights, but never dared to hope would come true.

Fugaku and Mikoto led him out of the underground laboratory and into the bizarre underground shopping street of Loulan.

In a barbecue restaurant with a sign that read "Uchiha Special Supply", Sasuke met Itachi Uchiha, who had acted in the "Night of the Clan Massacre".

When Itachi, dressed in casual clothes, walked to the table with a plate of sliced ​​tomatoes, the two brothers' eyes met in the air.

"Forgive me, Sasuke. I made you suffer in that world."

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