Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

This dissipating trend is irreversibly spreading upwards along his calves.

However, despite the fact that he was "disappearing," young Sasuke showed no panic.

He glanced down at his gradually blurring legs, and a complex smile appeared on his lips.

"Is that so... I see."

He murmured to himself, as if saying, "It seems I have finally found the 'meaning' of coming to this future."

He ignored his dissipating body, turned around, and looked at Naruto, who was frozen in place, with an unprecedentedly serious expression.

"Naruto, you ask me what makes me different from those high and mighty 'rulers'?"

"What they are pursuing is an absolutely 'static' world where everyone must follow their will."

“Any resistance, any dissent, is a ‘noise’ that must be silenced.”

"And I..."

"I allow resistance to exist."

"It is because of resistance that the world is still alive, that it is still searching for a better way out than the 'order' I have given it."

"That's the real 'evolution' I've been hoping to see."

These words completely stunned everyone present.

Just then, the middle-aged Sasuke made his move.

He stepped forward and, just before the figure completely vanished, extended his only remaining right hand.

It was gently pressed onto young Sasuke's left eye.

Just like many, many years ago, another man had done to him.

Young Sasuke's body trembled slightly as he slowly raised his head.

"Whatever you choose..."

The middle-aged Sasuke spoke softly, "Never forget, we are all watching you."

"Also, don't believe what's written on the stone tablet at Nanga Shrine."

The moment the words fell, young Sasuke's body finally dissolved into countless specks of light under that gentle touch.

It left no trace, as if it had never existed.

All that remained was middle-aged Sasuke's hand suspended in mid-air, and the farewell he had yet to utter.

Chapter 123 Under the Moon... Illuminating This World...

The first thing to recover was the sense of smell.

A pungent, distinctive smell of disinfectant violently entered my nasal cavity.

Sasuke Uchiha's eyelids trembled slightly as he slowly opened his eyes, only to be met with a monotonous white ceiling.

Konoha Hospital.

He sat up abruptly, the thin blanket covering him slipped off, revealing his upper body wrapped in brand-new bandages.

The wound still throbbed, a reminder of his previous battle with Itachi in the Naka River.

"..."

Sasuke didn't move, sitting there quietly, the memory from the "future" rushing wildly through his mind.

That "self" with the missing arm, Naruto who became the Seventh Hokage but ultimately chose to compromise.

And that question, which felt like the final interrogation.

For whom will you choose, and what path will you take?

Most importantly...

He slowly raised his hand, as if he could still feel the gentle touch of his future "self" on his left eye in those final moments.

My mind is filled with my future self's last words.

"Do not believe the contents of the stone tablet at Nanga Shrine."

Nanga Shrine? Stone tablet?

He tried hard to search his memory, but found that he had no recollection of the so-called "stone tablet" at all.

wrong.

Sasuke's brows furrowed tightly.

There is a secret room in the Nanga Shrine that ordinary clan members are not allowed to enter except for the clan leader and a few high-ranking members. It is considered a forbidden area of ​​the Uchiha clan.

When he was a child, his father warned him more than once not to go near that place.

So, there was a stone tablet hidden there?

What exactly is recorded on it?

Why would my future self specifically remind myself not to believe?

Countless questions entwined his heart like vines, making him feel inexplicably irritable.

After checking his physical condition, he threw off the covers and got out of bed.

Although his injuries were severe, they no longer affected his mobility.

Without any farewell, Sasuke's figure flickered slightly in the hospital room before disappearing silently by the window.

........

Soon, Sasuke arrived at the torii gate of the ancient shrine.

Puzzled, he walked deeper into the shrine, traversing moss-covered stone steps, and finally found a hidden chamber beneath the long-abandoned main hall.

Sasuke stood alone in the center of the secret room, his crimson Sharingan like two burning will-o'-the-wisps in the darkness.

Before him stood a huge stone tablet, covered with dense ancient characters.

"Is this it..." Sasuke murmured softly.

He stepped forward, attempting to decipher the contents.

However, the moment his gaze focused on the stone tablet, his brows furrowed sharply.

The text above is... very blurry.

It was an extremely ancient script, but what was even stranger was that no matter how much he activated the Sharingan's power, the script seemed to be shrouded in an invisible mist, distorted and unclear, making it impossible to decipher any useful information.

"This is......"

He reached out and gently ran his hand across the cold surface of the stone tablet, but still found nothing unusual.

Don't you want me to see this?

Or is it that some kind of special "key" is needed to open it?

"Oh."

Sasuke let out an impatient snort.

Just as he was about to give up and turn to leave.

"Ugh...!"

A sharp, needle-like pain suddenly shot through the depths of his eyes.

Sasuke groaned, instinctively raising his hand to cover his eyes, and his body staggered back half a step uncontrollably.

The excruciating pain came on quickly and went away just as fast.

As the burning pain gradually subsided, Sasuke slowly lowered his hand, breathing heavily, a fine layer of cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

He blinked in confusion. Deep within his eyes, which were covered by his palm, three jet-black tomoe were spinning wildly in an unprecedented way. There were even faint black patterns flashing by, as if trying to forcibly stick the three independent tomoe together.

But Sasuke didn't notice this subtle change. After opening his eyes again, he subconsciously turned his gaze back to the stone tablet.

Then, he froze.

The words that were originally blurry have now become somewhat clearer.

Although it was still incomplete, it was enough for him to barely make out a few fragmented sentences.

He held his breath and pieced together the fragmented words bit by bit.

Those who seek stability must understand Yin and Yang... one is light, the other is darkness...

However, the strife continues, the cycle goes on and on... To end it, we must first return to oneness...

[...When the one who wields the power of the pupils stands above the moon... illuminating this world...]

[...At that time, everyone will enter a dream of eternal peace, and the strife will end...This is...the Eye of the Moon...]

Eye of the Moon...

A dream of eternal peace...

Sasuke stared blankly at the words, his brows furrowed tightly.

He couldn't fully understand the meaning of these words, but the bizarre logic that equated "peace" with "eternal dreams" made him feel uncomfortable and repulsed.

After connecting these pieces of information in his mind, he instantly understood the plan hidden behind it.

Through some ultimate illusion, they drag everyone in the world into a false dream in order to create so-called "peace".

"..."

Sasuke remained silent for a long time before finally letting out a disdainful sneer.

It's ridiculous.

How could he possibly endorse such a false peace?

Sasuke's gaze grew colder, but then a deeper confusion welled up in his mind.

Since I could never accept this path...

So why would the future "self" specifically remind itself not to believe?