Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

Naruto felt like he had grasped a lifeline, and the gloom on his face dissipated considerably.

But he soon remembered something else.

"Sasuke said he looked forward to the day I learned the truth..."

He looked at Kakashi and asked cautiously, "What is the truth he's talking about?"

This question made Kakashi's expression incredibly complicated.

The story of Naruto's origins, the truth about the Nine-Tails, and the mistakes this village made against him...

Am I qualified to tell him these heavy things?

Perhaps it's time for the person who arrived twelve years late to tell the story in person.

"Naruto."

Kakashi slowly crouched down, looking Naruto in the eye with a gentle gaze.

"That's a very long and heavy story."

His voice was gentle. "And, to be honest, I'm not in a position to tell you."

"Huh?" Naruto looked at him, puzzled.

Kakashi, seeing Naruto's face fall instantly, continued, "But there is someone who is more suitable than me."

"Lord Jiraiya, he will tell you everything."

He reached out and gently pressed his hand on Naruto's golden hair.

"He is not only your teacher, but also..."

Kakashi paused, swallowed back the phrase "your grandmaster," and replaced it with a gentler one.

"He is also someone who can truly guide you."

He stood up and turned his gaze back to the gray sky. At that moment, the "Will of Fire" that belonged to him became incredibly clear.

As for myself, I'll serve as the last buffer between Sasuke and the village.

Until the day when it can no longer be stopped.

Chapter 83 A Fateful Reunion Between Brothers

The clamor of Konoha seems to never reach the depths of the Uchiha clan's territory.

This place is now even more desolate than the memorial stone.

The tightly closed houses, like silent tombstones, tell the story of that tragedy.

Sasuke sat cross-legged on the open ground in the center of the clan's territory, with two swords lying across his knees.

One is the "Takemikazuchi" with a light blue blade, and the other is the "Indra" with a completely black blade.

Since the day of the Konoha Crush, the village has entered a period of reconstruction.

He then returned to this territory that belonged only to him to continue his cultivation.

He is waiting.

Orochimaru is the kind of person who always keeps his word, especially when it comes to desires.

He will definitely send someone to find him.

That statement, "I will come back to find you again," was not just empty boasting.

There was no basis for it, but he was just so convinced.

Sasuke, clearing his mind of distractions, slowly closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the depths of his soul.

After an unknown amount of time, a very faint rustling sound of sand rubbing against stone slabs came from the shadows not far away.

coming.

A small, jet-black snake quietly slipped out from a crack in the stone slab.

It paused for a moment, its scarlet forked tongue flicking in and out, as if checking the air for any signs of life.

After locating Sasuke, she swam straight towards him.

It stopped less than a meter in front of Sasuke, raised its head high, and then opened its mouth.

It held a scroll in its mouth.

Sasuke finally opened his eyes and calmly examined the scroll in front of him.

It was covered in slippery saliva and emitted a faint, unpleasant fishy smell.

Sasuke, however, remained expressionless as he reached out and took the scroll.

He casually unrolled the scroll.

There's no unnecessary fluff above, just a simple map.

The route from the Land of Fire to the Land of Rice Fields was outlined, and within the Land of Rice Fields, in a place called "Otogakure" (Hidden Sound Village), a clear serpentine mark was drawn.

An invitation that is not disguised.

A wisp of black flame ignited at Sasuke's fingertip, and the scroll instantly turned to ashes and dissipated into the air.

The little snake, having completed its mission, quietly retreated into the crevice in the rock.

He slowly stood up and hung the two Zanpakuto back on his waist.

He turned back one last time and took one last look at the ancestral land that held all his childhood memories and nightmares.

The afterglow of the rising sun was gilding the long-faded Uchiha fan-shaped clan emblem with a final, gentle layer of crimson.

Turning around, his figure flickered slightly, and he appeared outside the gate of the clan's territory.

Without lingering, after getting a feel for the direction, they sped off towards the edge of the village.

Uchiha Itachi...

I am coming.

Soon, Sasuke Uchiha appeared quietly in the shadows in front of the gate.

He lifted his foot, ready to step out of the gate that symbolized the boundary.

However, just as he was about to take a step, an aura came from the direction of the village without warning.

That aura was so familiar, yet so repulsive to him.

Like a nightmare branded deep in my soul, even after many years, it remains as clear as if it happened just yesterday.

Sasuke's body froze for a moment.

coming.

He actually came back.

Sasuke's heart clenched, and an intense hatred and a shiver he himself was unaware of instantly spread throughout his body.

He subconsciously gripped the "Indra" at his waist, his fingertips turning slightly white.

Charge in and kill him!

The idea grew wildly in his mind like a wildfire.

.........

In a corner of the commercial street in Konoha Village, there is an inconspicuous dessert shop.

Two figures, out of place with their surroundings, sat quietly by the window.

They wore black trench coats embroidered with ominous red clouds and straw hats with wind chimes, concealing their faces in shadow.

"Hey, who are those two people? They're dressed so strangely."

"Is he a traveler? He doesn't look like a good person..."

The surrounding guests occasionally cast curious yet wary glances, whispering among themselves, but not daring to get too close.

One of the figures, taller and more robust, devoured a string of three-colored meatballs in one bite, seemingly oblivious to the stares of those around him.

The massive weapon, wrapped in bandages, leaned against the table, exuding a fierce aura that kept strangers at bay.

“I said, Mr. Itachi.”

Kisame Hoshigaki's voice was hoarse, tinged with impatience, "Are we really going to waste time here? Why don't we just go and capture Kurama?"

The figure sitting opposite him did not answer immediately.

Uchiha Itachi calmly picked up the teacup, gently blew away the steam from the water, his movements composed and elegant.

"Not urgent."

His voice was soft. "The third generation leader just died in battle. The village is currently on high alert. Taking any rash action will only bring unnecessary trouble."

"trouble?"

Kisame chuckled and tossed the skewer onto the plate. "Besides Jiraiya, who just got back, who else here could be considered trouble?"

His tone was filled with a thirst for battle.

Itachi ignored him, only glancing indifferently at the familiar street outside the window, a complex emotion that was hard to detect flashing deep in his eyes.

"Our goal is simply to take away the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki without alerting anyone else. That would be the most efficient way."

He paused, then stated simply, "Moreover, Jiraiya alone could kill us all."

"Hmph, how boring." Kisame curled his lip, but did not refute it further.

He understood his partner; Itachi was smarter than him, and what he said always made sense.

A moment later, he seemed to remember something, and a playful smile appeared on his shark-like face.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Itachi, your younger brother seems to be here too, right?"

Itachi's hand, holding the teacup, paused almost imperceptibly.

Kisame, oblivious to the subtle change, continued speaking with great interest: "Before I came here, I heard some very interesting rumors."

"It is said that not long ago in the Land of Waves, your younger brother captured 'Kigakure Demon' Momochi Zabuza all by himself."