Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

It's really ugly.

Fighting until he lost an arm for that idiot, for that decaying village, all he got in return was a pathetic look, his edges worn smooth by the years.

"But this can never be my future," Sasuke muttered to himself.

He took one last look at the face carved into the rock face, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt.

So, what was that out-of-control space jump just now?

He recalled that final roar, that madness that blurred the lines between love and hate, as if it had triggered some unknown switch.

Sasuke slowly raised his hand, immersing himself in that memory, trying to replicate the emotional fluctuations of that time.

The crimson Sharingan reappeared, its three tomoe slowly rotating.

However, nothing happened.

Isn't that a Sharingan ability?

Without thinking further, he turned around, his figure blurred, and he disappeared from the spot.

Now that we've come to this world built upon "our" failures, let's see it for ourselves.

Look at the ridiculous state Naruto Uzumaki has turned this village into after defeating "me".

He wanted to personally examine this so-called future.

.........

The streets of Konoha were peaceful and warm under the afternoon sun.

The laughter of children came from not far away, mingling with the rustling of leaves to create a peaceful scene.

But this peacefulness made Sasuke feel a deep-seated unease.

He stood alone in the shade of a tree not far from the memorial, arms crossed, indifferently surveying this "future" village.

Just as he was pondering, a familiar figure slowly approached from the path leading to the memorial monument.

He was a silver-haired man wearing a familiar black mask, but the wrinkles around his eyes were deeper, and his eyes held the marks of time.

Kakashi Hatake.

He was pushing a wheelchair, in which sat a man wearing a green bodysuit and whose legs were wrapped in thick bandages.

Even while sitting in a wheelchair, the man's face still radiated a dazzling light.

"Kakashi! Your pace was 0.3 seconds slower today than yesterday. This is a sign that your youth is regressing!"

"Yes, yes, I'll be more careful next time," Kakashi replied listlessly.

Sasuke's gaze swept over Kakashi and finally landed on the wheelchair.

He recognized that face, the one with the watermelon-shaped haircut who always talked about "youth".

Matt Kai...

Will he turn out like this in the future?

Sasuke's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Kakashi seemed to sense something, paused slightly while pushing the wheelchair, and slowly turned his head.

His gaze was precisely locked onto the shadows beneath the tree.

"..."

When Kakashi saw the figure clearly, his eyes widened suddenly.

"Um... um..."

Kakashi's voice was a little hoarse. He subconsciously rubbed his eyes, and a very complicated expression appeared on his face, as if he was shocked, or as if he was reminiscing about something.

"It seems that as people get older, they really do experience hallucinations."

He muttered to himself in a half-joking tone, trying to hide his inner shock, "I actually saw you... when you were young."

Sasuke stepped out of the shadows, letting the sunlight shine on his black shihaka uniform.

"You're getting old, Kakashi." His voice was calm.

"..."

This blunt remark, ironically, confirmed the other person's authenticity to Kakashi.

"Yes, after all, so many years have passed."

Kakashi Hatake chuckled self-deprecatingly and gently patted Guy on the shoulder, "Unlike some guys, who are forever stuck in their most youthful days."

He pushed the wheelchair forward a few steps, staring intently at Sasuke, from his face that looked more than ten years younger to the two swords at his waist that he had never seen before.

"This is an outrageous situation."

Kakashi scratched his head helplessly, but quickly regained his composure. After all, he was the Sixth Hokage who had experienced the Fourth Shinobi World War and was used to all kinds of big scenes.

Although it's absurd, it becomes quite understandable when you consider that it's Sasuke.

"Space-time ninjutsu? Or... have you encountered some serious trouble?" Kakashi's tone was slightly probing.

"This is none of your business." Sasuke's response was as cold as ever, as he scrutinized Kakashi.

The Sharingan lines on my left eye are gone. Does that mean they can turn off on their own? Or...?

In the midst of this strange standoff, a similarly boisterous voice came from afar, breaking the silence.

"Uncle Kakashi—!!!"

A golden figure rushed over, completely ignoring the black-haired boy under the tree, and came to a stop right in front of Might Guy's wheelchair.

"Ha ha......"

Boruto Uzumaki, hands on his knees, was breathing heavily, but a sly smile played on his lips. "Finally found you!"

Kakashi's dead fish eyes drooped helplessly as he spoke listlessly, "It's you again, Boruto. What are you up to with all this shouting?"

"I didn't!"

Boruto immediately retorted, then rubbed his hands together, a fawning smile spreading across his face, and leaned close to Kakashi. "Um, Uncle Kakashi, could you... teach me the Rasengan?"

"Huh?" Kakashi raised an eyebrow. "You can't force someone to do something like that."

"I'm already retired and looking after my old age. For troublesome things like training, go find your old man or Konohamaru."

"do not want!"

Boruto refused without even thinking, "My dad's always so busy I never see him, and Konohamaru is such a nag! Uncle Kakashi is the coolest!"

As he spoke, he reached out to hug Kakashi's leg, pleading, "Just teach me, just for a little while!"

However, the next second, Boruto's voice stopped abruptly, and his jumping movements suddenly froze, as if he were completely frozen.

"Kakashi."

Sasuke stepped out of the shadows. "Who is he?"

Sasuke's question made Kakashi's expression subtly change.

"Can't you tell, Sasuke?"

He slowly turned his head, looked at the blond boy's face with a look of utter disbelief, and introduced him: "His name is Uzumaki Boruto, and he's Naruto's son."

“…Naruto’s son?” Sasuke’s eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

"..."

Boruto Uzumaki remained frozen in place, his brain shutting down for a full three seconds.

He first mechanically rolled his eyes, glanced at the indifferent black-haired boy, and then suddenly recalled Sarada's earth-shattering "Dear Sir" not long ago.

All the clues came together at that moment.

"Whoaaaaaahh ...

Boruto let out a scream that was a mixture of shock and ecstasy, jumped back abruptly, and pointed a trembling finger at Sasuke.

"So, you really are a young Sasuke uncle?!"

Sasuke gave the loud, blond boy a cold glance and didn't respond, but Boruto interpreted this silence as tacit agreement.

Wow! So handsome!!!

Boruto quickly circled Sasuke, his azure eyes gleaming as if he were admiring a rare treasure.

"Wow, he really is! He's way more handsome than my dad was in his youth!"

He suddenly stopped in front of Sasuke, his face radiating the competitive spirit of a young man.

"Hey! Let's have a match, young Sasuke-san!"

He struck what he thought was a cool fighting stance, his voice full of challenge.

"I want to see just how strong you really are!"

"Boruto! Don't do anything reckless!" Kakashi was about to speak up to stop him, as he knew Sasuke's temper all too well at this time.

However, it was too late.

An immense pressure, almost tangible, suddenly erupted from the black-haired boy without warning.

Boruto's excitement froze instantly, his pupils contracted sharply, and he felt as if his soul was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, his breath catching in his throat.

His body wouldn't obey him, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

He even felt that if the other party had a single thought, he would be easily crushed like an ant.

"..."

Boruto stood frozen in place, not daring to move an inch.

Sasuke looked at his terrified expression, and his displeasure subsided slightly. Then he slowly withdrew his released spiritual pressure.

"Huh...huh..."

The moment the pressure disappeared, Boruto felt like a drowning person regaining air; his legs went weak, and he collapsed to one knee, gasping for breath.

Kakashi and Guy also felt the pressure, and their eyes became extremely serious.

"Really..." Kakashi sighed helplessly, "It seems you haven't changed at all, just like before."