Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

If she wasn't lying, then this is...

I've traveled to the future?!

"Hey, who are you anyway?"

Boruto, who had recovered from his dizziness, finally noticed that something was wrong and stood up warily to ask.

Sasuke ignored him, looked at Sarada in front of him, and asked hesitantly, "What's your surname...?"

He really couldn't understand why he would get married in the future.

You know, the only woman he's been in deep contact with so far is Yoruichi, and he can't imagine what kind of person will become his wife in the future.

My name is...

The girl adjusted her red glasses, preparing to answer.

"Uchiha Sarada".

A deep voice suddenly sounded from behind her.

Behind Sarada, a tall figure draped in a black cloak had appeared.

Just by standing there quietly, it seems as if it can attract all the sounds around it.

This is......

Sasuke's heart skipped a beat. An indescribable sense of familiarity, mixed with extreme strangeness, instantly gripped him.

It's him.

It's not him.

The contours of that face, the jet-black hair, that aura that seeped into one's very bones...

They are all exactly like themselves.

But everything is completely different.

Time has etched deeper marks on his face, and his eyes hold a weariness that Sasuke cannot comprehend.

His right eye was still that familiar black eye.

His left eye, however, was a strange purple, with mysterious patterns rippling like water.

When Sasuke saw the left sleeve fluttering gently in the breeze, his breath caught in his throat.

Left arm... gone?

who is it?

Who cut off my arm?!

Will I become like this in the future... incomplete and exhausted?!

He looked at the man, at his unfathomable black eyes, and no longer saw his own arrogant and sharp self.

Rather, it is a kind of tranquility that comes from seeing through the vicissitudes of life.

It's like a peerless sword that can make the world pale in comparison, yet it's already sheathed.

This person...

Is it really me?

How did I... become like this?

This feeling of bewilderment crashed into Sasuke's heart like a tsunami, causing his hands to tremble involuntarily.

"Dear father!"

A shout filled with surprise and affection forcibly pulled Sasuke back from his chaotic thoughts.

Sarada Uchiha had already turned around and was looking up at the tall figure.

The confusion and uncertainty on her face when facing her "past father" vanished the moment she saw that figure, transforming into the most genuine joy of a daughter seeing her long-lost father.

Meanwhile, Boruto Uzumaki, who had been completely oblivious to the situation, instantly replaced his wariness with excitement the moment he saw the man's face.

He stared blankly at the man, and subconsciously swallowed.

A black cloak, a single arm, and those legendary eyes...

It can't be wrong.

This guy is...

The only rival Dad spoke of, the man who protected the village like "another Hokage"...

The legendary Uchiha Sasuke!

He disliked his boring father, who, after becoming Hokage, spent all his time buried in documents and had no time to spend with his family.

But the person in front of me...

He had heard too many legends about him: powerful, handsome, mysterious...

This is what a true ninja should look like in his mind!

Boruto's eyes instantly ignited with an intense flame of admiration.

"Dear father."

Sarada tilted her head back, her voice tinged with a cautious anticipation, "How long will you stay this time?"

"what."

The tall "Sasuke" didn't speak, but squatted down, slowly raised his only remaining right hand, and gently tapped Sarada's forehead with his knuckles.

He nodded slightly, a ripple of tenderness appearing in his eyes.

"...until your Chunin Exams are over."

"Really?! That's great!"

She cheered with joy, but then, as if suddenly remembering something, her smile faltered slightly.

She slowly turned around, pointed with some confusion at the young Sasuke who had remained silent throughout, and then looked back at her father.

Those dark eyes hidden behind the glasses were filled with confusion.

"Um, Father... there's something you need to look into."

"This person..."

She looked at the boy who looked exactly like her father when he was young, and struggled to find the words to express herself.

"He looks exactly like you in the photos."

Sarada refers to a photo of Sasuke with Karin, Suigetsu, and the others when he was in Team Taka.

“Sarazana.” The middle-aged Sasuke did not give a direct answer.

"Yes!" Sarada straightened up instinctively.

“Your mother was looking for you just now.” The middle-aged Sasuke said succinctly, “It’s urgent, go back immediately.”

“But, Father, this person…” Sarada wanted to ask more questions, as this concerned her father, and she couldn’t possibly be indifferent to it.

"Don't keep your mother waiting."

The middle-aged Sasuke didn't explain further, but simply repeated himself and gently flicked Sarada's forehead with two fingers.

"......Yes."

In the end, Sarada chose to obey.

She bit her lower lip with some resentment, and gave the young father a deep look, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

She turned and walked away quickly, the red hem of her dress flashing by on the street corner.

"Hey! Sarada!"

Boruto, who was standing to the side, hadn't quite figured out what was going on. When he saw Sarada run away, he instinctively wanted to chase after her.

However, just as he was about to take a step, the middle-aged Sasuke's figure vanished from the spot without warning.

Almost at the same time, young Sasuke's body also swayed slightly, turning into a blur of black and white lightning, following closely behind.

Only a gentle breeze remained, stirring up a few fallen leaves.

"Eh?"

Boruto Uzumaki froze on the spot, his outstretched hand still in a gesture of pleading.

He scratched his short, blond hair blankly, staring at the three people who had disappeared before him, his mind completely empty.

Where...where is everyone?

He looked around, but the two "Uchiha Sasukes" had vanished without a trace, as if they had never been there.

"Damn it! They just left me here all alone!"

He recalled the unfathomable Rinnegan of middle-aged Sasuke, and then the cold and aloof figure of young Sasuke, and a strange excitement welled up in his chest.

"That guy..."

Boruto's gaze finally locked onto the direction where young Sasuke had disappeared, and an unprecedented flame ignited in his eyes.

"We absolutely cannot let him get away like this!"

Without hesitation, he pushed off with his feet and sprinted in that direction.

........

Konoha Village, the home of the Uchiha clan.

On the roof of the long-abandoned main house, two figures faced each other from a distance of several meters.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

"What happened?!" It was young Sasuke who spoke first, his voice trembling slightly.

"Who cut off your arm?!"

He couldn't imagine it.

I can't imagine that my future self would fail, and fail so thoroughly, even losing a complete arm!