Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

Sasuke gave them a cold glance.

The two stopped abruptly, but their anxiety remained.

Sasuke grabbed Fugaku's soul with his other hand and picked up the black box inside.

“I will take a small part of your soul as a starting point.”

Sasuke looked into Fugaku's eyes and calmly explained, "It might hurt a little."

Although Fugaku didn't know what had happened, he still nodded.

Sasuke lightly traced a fragment of his soul with his fingertip.

Immediately afterwards, he threw that part of the soul, along with the Grim Reaper's soul in the black box, into the air.

"The day Gao Yu gives birth to a nest."

The kaleidoscope started spinning again.

The two soul forces began to converge under the forceful manipulation of the pupil power.

The light dissipated.

A uniquely designed sword, its blade gleaming with a faint fluorescent light, hovered silently in front of Sasuke.

Sasuke reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword, feeling the newfound consciousness within it, and nodded in satisfaction.

Then he struck Fugaku's soul with the hilt of his sword.

Fugaku felt a suction force and was instantly pulled back into his body.

"This knife..."

He reached out and touched the hilt of the knife, and a feeling of kinship welled up within him.

It was as if the knife itself was a part of his body.

“This is a Zanpakuto.” Sasuke handed the sword to Fugaku. “It was forged with your soul at its core.”

"Therefore, compared to ordinary asahi, you can hear its call more easily and know its true name."

"As for what kind of power it can unleash..." Sasuke looked at Fugaku, "that's for you to discover yourself."

"Zanpakuto..." Fugaku felt that power, his eyes flashing with excitement. "I understand."

Next, Sasuke did the same thing.

The remaining two Shinigami souls were used to forge a unique Zanpakuto for Shisui and Itachi respectively.

"These knives are the last bit of strength I'm leaving you."

Just then, Orochimaru's voice came from the courtyard gate.

"What a breathtaking skill, Sasuke-kun."

Orochimaru stared at the Zanpakuto in the hands of the three, his eyes almost overflowing with jealousy.

He licked his lips and looked at Sasuke, "I wonder when I'll be able to have such an honor?"

Sasuke glanced at him and said calmly, "There will be opportunities, don't rush."

"Then I'll wait and see." Orochimaru was somewhat disappointed, but he knew he couldn't rush things, so he tactfully stepped aside.

"All right."

Sasuke clapped his hands and looked around at everyone.

Everything that needed to be done has been done, and everything that needed to be kept has been kept.

"I should go too."

Sasuke raised his hand and drew a line in the air in front of him, and a dark crack silently opened in the courtyard.

He turned his head to look at the faces in front of him, his voice softening.

"These knives represent strength, but also responsibility."

"I hope that when I come back next time, I will witness an upward-moving Uchiha."

After saying that, Sasuke turned around, preparing to step into the darkness.

"Wait a moment."

A deep voice called out to him.

Sasuke trembled slightly, but did not turn around.

"You're Sasuke, aren't you?"

Fugaku's voice was soft, yet carried a certain inexplicable certainty.

Itachi, who was standing to the side, suddenly looked up. Sasuke?

How can it be? !

But as he looked at that retreating figure, that familiar feeling that had lingered in his heart since their first meeting, that throbbing sensation that originated from his very blood...

All the clues came together at this moment.

No wonder he knew everything about his family, no wonder he had such complicated feelings for his father and himself, no wonder he said those things...

Sasuke was silent for a moment, then a faint smile appeared on his lips. He turned around and asked softly.

"...When did you discover this?"

"From the very beginning."

Although his features have matured, how could a father not recognize his own son?

Sasuke paused for a moment.

So, he knew all along?

"Father."

Sasuke called out that long-lost name, his voice filled with anticipation, "So, has my current growth met your expectations?"

Fugaku strode forward, placed his hands firmly on Sasuke's shoulders, and gave him a pained smile.

"Yes, you have become a very, very outstanding person."

"It's much better than I imagined."

Sasuke looked at his father's tear-streaked face, and his vision began to blur.

All the grievances and loneliness vanished with that one word of affirmation.

At that moment, he truly gained his father's approval.

"Thank you."

Sasuke lowered his head, not wanting anyone to see the moisture in the corners of his eyes.

When I looked up again, my eyes were clear.

"I'm leaving."

"Well, let's go."

Although reluctant, Fugaku still let go of her hand.

Sasuke pulled out the scroll that sealed the Kotoamatsukami Mangekyou Sharingan, returned it to Shisui, and said softly.

"You too, don't let the Uchiha down again."

Having said that, he didn't hesitate any longer and turned to step into the dark crevice.

In the courtyard, only the cold moonlight and the few Zanpakuto emitting a faint glow remained.

Fugaku wiped away the tears on his face, gripped the knife in his hand, stared at the slowly closing crack, and said softly.

"Don't worry, I will create an Uchiha that you can be proud of."

Chapter 193 Target: Uchiha Itachi!

The Land of Wind.

A dark crack silently closed in the desert.

"Hey, kid."

Yoruichi peeked out from Sasuke's shoulder and asked gently in a soft voice, "Aren't you going to say goodbye to your mother?"

Sasuke's body stiffened.

He imagined his mother sitting by the window, waiting for her husband and children to return.

If he wanted, he could easily go and see her, even if it was just to catch a glimpse from afar, or even just to hear her say a word.

That readily available warmth was irresistibly alluring to him, a traveler who had walked alone in the darkness for far too long.

but...

"No need."

Sasuke closed his eyes, forcibly suppressing the flutter that had just risen in his heart.

"Why?" Yoruichi asked, puzzled. "You've already gone this far, you've already changed everything, why are you still being so hard on yourself?"

"Isn't that what you've always longed for?"

"It is precisely because of this longing that we cannot meet."

Sasuke turned around, his voice bitter, "If I could feel that real warmth, if she were to ask me to stay..."

He paused, not finishing his sentence, but Yoruichi already understood what he meant.

If Sasuke's mother really stood in front of him, she would let him stay.

Can he really turn around and leave without any lingering attachments, just like he does now?

Sasuke didn't know the answer.

This world is so beautiful, it's like a dream I don't want to wake up from.

He has a strict but loving father and a gentle and considerate mother.