Traveling through Naruto, I am Uchiha Obito?

'The difference is just too big...'

But then he thought of Sakura's identity as the "daughter of the Fourth Hokage" in this world, and couldn't help but feel a little envious and mutter to himself:

'Wow, that's amazing... I'm also the son of the Fourth Hokage, so how come there's such a huge difference between me and Sakura in this world? Am I really an idiot...?'

'no! '

Naruto suddenly felt a surge of fighting spirit.

'Now that I'm the son of the Fourth Hokage, I can no longer do those shameful things! I must learn properly from Sakura!'

His eyes lit up as he looked at Sakura beside him, as if he had found a role model for life.

Boruto, however, felt he had encountered considerable trouble.

'Aunt Sakura in this world... seems more complex than she appears! There's a hidden meaning in her words!'

He naturally understood the deeper meaning of Sakura's words. If he couldn't describe his master's characteristics in detail, he might be treated as a suspicious person or even a spy!

Even if they find Mr. Sasuke, neither of them can produce valid identification, and they will still be arrested as people with ulterior motives!

Boruto was immediately drenched in sweat.

Looking at the three people in front of him, especially Sakura's gentle yet increasingly aggressive gaze, in a moment of desperation, Hiroto blurted out without thinking:

"My master... his most striking feature is... he's... incredibly handsome!!!"

"what?"

"Handsome?"

Naruto and Ino tilted their heads simultaneously, their faces filled with bewilderment and disbelief, seemingly completely unprepared for such an answer.

Even Sakura, who always maintained a perfect and kind smile, had a barely perceptible twitch at the corner of her mouth, and her smile seemed to become somewhat stiff.

"Aaaaaah, Mr. Sasuke!!! What am I going to do now?!"

Boruto let out a desperate cry in his heart.

……

On the other side, a dark underground research institute.

Sasuke silently followed Menma through layers of security and arrived at a core area filled with sophisticated instruments and brimming with technological sophistication.

He followed Mianma and saw the tall, white-haired man standing in front of the control panel.

"Jiraiya-sensei, I'm here."

Mianma said in a low voice.

'Jiraiya? This world's Jiraiya is like this?'

Sasuke looked at the tall man with glasses, whose temperament was more like Orochimaru, a scientific fanatic, and who exuded the aura of a calm scholar. He then compared this man to the image of a lecherous and bold hero that Naruto had described, and couldn't help but twitch his lips slightly.

'Oh well... I guess I should just get used to all the weird rules of this world...'

After Menma's brief report, Jiraiya adjusted his glasses and said knowingly:

"So, that kid called Whirlpool Cube wants to see me?"

Mianma nodded:

"This man is very perceptive; he may have already sensed something. His request to meet with you is likely an attempt to extract information from you. What... are your thoughts?"

Jiraiya didn't immediately look at Menma, but continued operating the complex research table in front of him, replying calmly:

"It's alright. I'll go see him tomorrow. I'm also very curious about their world."

He paused, a hint of inexplicable curiosity in his voice.

"I'd love to try talking to people who live in a 'complete' world that's different from our 'flawed' world."

When he heard the phrase "a flawed world," Mianma's eyebrows furrowed involuntarily, and a hint of resentment and disbelief flashed across his face.

His voice was low and strained as he spoke:

Even today, I still can't fully accept what you've told me... Even though I've confirmed it all with my own eyes, I still find it hard to believe.

"The world we live in... is nothing but a lie, an illusion deliberately created by someone else..."

The numbness in her voice was almost tinged with pain.

“...a massive illusion called ‘Infinite Tsukuyomi’.”

"Infinite...Tsukuyomi..."

Upon hearing this familiar yet taboo name that he hadn't heard in over a decade, Sasuke, hidden in the shadows, felt his heart leap, and an indescribable, cold, and eerie feeling instantly spread throughout his body.

What on earth is going on?!

Chapter 101 The truth of the world

Faced with Ma's struggling words, Jiraiya finally stopped what he was doing and looked at his most outstanding disciple with calm eyes hidden behind his glasses.

"Our world is not entirely an illusion."

His voice was as steady as if he were stating experimental data.

"To be more precise, the part that was 'illusion' disappeared more than a decade ago. What we are now, and this world, is a deformed product formed by the fusion of countless broken illusion worlds and a parallel universe that was accidentally intertwined."

"Our world is only a little over a decade old. The thousands of years of time that we perceive and experience in this world may only be a few decades in other 'real' worlds."

This is because our world was born in a very abnormal way. Our world is like a child that has been forced to mature and grow too fast. It may look healthy on the outside, but it is already riddled with holes inside and will not live long.

Without external 'medicine' and 'treatment,' it will gradually weaken and eventually... reach its end.

"Of course, the death of the world is not what you imagine, accompanied by cataclysmic disasters. At most, it is the end of humanity, not the annihilation of the world."

"When our world begins to crumble, the people and things we know may silently and completely 'disappear' on any ordinary day. Not death, but something more absolute and nihilistic... 'erasure'. Along with all memories, names, and traces of existence, they will vanish into nothingness."

At this point, Jiraiya took out an old pendant from his pocket and gently opened it. Inside was a group photo of the three-person team:

As a child, he was calm and collected; Orochimaru was gentle and sensible; Sarutobi-sensei had a resolute gaze and a muscular physique… But his gaze lingered for a long time on the unnatural blank space in the center of the photo, where there should have been another person.

Who is she? What's her name? Where did she go? Why is there not a trace of her anywhere in the world?

This question, like a leech, had haunted him for countless years.

'She should be very important to me... so why did I forget her? No, it's the world... that has forgotten her.'

After years of research, he finally uncovered the cruel truth.

He looked at Menma with an incredibly heavy gaze, revealing the bloody scars of this world:

"Our world is crumbling. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next second, someone we cherish will disappear from the world without warning, as if they never existed. Just like... 'Tsunade'."

Menma paused slightly upon hearing this completely unfamiliar name.

'...Tsunade? Do I...know her?'

He instinctively raised his hand, only to find his fingertips touching icy tears.

Why am I...crying?

A tremendous, indescribable fear and sorrow instantly gripped his heart.

'Yes… I'm sure I know her! She's absolutely someone important to me! And yet, I completely forgot about her!'

'Who will be next? Dad? Mom? Satsuki? Hinata? Or…'

The images of his dearest loved ones flashed rapidly through his mind, and immense fear, like an icy tide, instantly engulfed him.

He couldn't imagine that one day he would forget them all... The thought of living in such a world sent chills down his spine.

A sarcastic, almost devastating sneer appeared on Mianma's face.

"This world... it's simply, it's simply like a mirage that could collapse at any moment... a cruel fairy tale..."

Jiraiya looked at his pale-faced disciple and continued:

“Mianma, I know you have doubts and resistance to our plan. But we have no other choice. Anyone in this world, even you and me, could suddenly disappear at any moment.”

Based on all my current research, Project 'Nail' is the most successful and the only possible solution to 'fix' this world. We... have long since lost the right to choose the 'right' option.

Seeing the teacher's unusually tired and helpless expression, Menma silently lowered his head.

A suffocating silence spread amidst the deep hum of the precision instruments.

After a long while, Mianma slowly raised his head, his eyes now filled with a resolute determination bordering on despair, replacing the struggle and pain he had felt in them.

"I understand, teacher. I will take responsibility for all of this."

He turned around, forcing a smile that was no different from his usual one, as if the heavy conversation that had just taken place had never happened:

"Mom should have finished cooking by now, I'm going back to eat. I'll bring you some later..."

Jiraiya shook his head:

"No need, I have some foam here..."

"I'll throw away those unhealthy instant noodles for you before I leave."

Mianma interrupted him without hesitation.

"Hey! You brat! That's a limited edition seafood!"

A genuine hint of anxiety finally appeared on Jiraiya's perpetually calm and composed face.

Menma looked at his teacher speechlessly, then suddenly asked softly:

"Master, how long has it been since you've been this emotionally agitated?"

He paused, his gaze sharp enough to see right through people:

"Actually... you're the one who least wants to carry out this plan, right?"

Jiraiya's body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment, then he turned away, waved at him, and said nothing more.

Menma bowed deeply to the teacher's somewhat lonely back, and then his figure disappeared instantly.

Jiraiya stood there blankly for a while before slowly operating the experimental table in front of him. Accompanied by the soft sound of mechanical operation, a handsome man, surrounded by countless precision instruments and pipes, seemingly in a deep sleep, slowly rose from below.

Sasuke, who was hiding in the shadows, saw the man's face and his pupils suddenly contracted!

'That's... a weasel?!'

Jiraiya stared at the man in the instrument with a complicated expression.

In order to perpetuate their own world, they plunder and harm people from other worlds... Their actions are undoubtedly the ultimate form of "evil".

But he had no other choice.

"tomorrow,"

He murmured to himself, as if speaking to the sleeping itachi, or perhaps to the unknown visitor.

"Let's have a good chat, you visitor from another world..."

The moment Jiraiya finished speaking, Sasuke's figure vanished without a trace, like ink blending into the shadows.

The waters of this world... are far more unfathomable than I imagined!

'No wonder that ever since I came to this world, my Rinnegan has always sensed an indescribable sense of unease and stagnation…'

'An illusionary technique called Infinite Tsukuyomi, which should have vanished more than a decade ago, has somehow intertwined with a parallel universe, evolving into an incomplete... "real" world?'

Sasuke's heart sank; he had to get back to Boruto as soon as possible.

The crisis is far more than just the impending arrival of Urashiki Otsutsuki in three days.