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"Only by elevating the power of the Mangekyou Sharingan to the realm of 'eternity' can one completely escape this fate of blindness and unleash the full potential of Susanoo without any worries. This is true power!"
Naruto didn't quite understand, but the word "eternity" sounded very impressive.
He scratched his head awkwardly, turned his face to the other side, and chuckled dryly in his mental space: "Uh, hahaha! So Dad, you're really that amazing!"
To outsiders, Naruto's sudden silly grin and unfocused gaze appeared to be typical "Naruto-style" daydreaming.
Soon, when Sasuke took off his coat, the exposed sleeve caught everyone's attention.
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
“Uncle Sasuke…”
Naruto, with his sharp eyes, was the first to notice, his blue eyes filled with undisguised surprise and concern: "Your hand...?"
All eyes instantly focused on the severed limbs exposed on the adult Sasuke.
The adult Sasuke froze.
He slowly lowered his outstretched arm and clenched the sleeve.
He remained silent for a few seconds, seemingly considering his words, or perhaps trying to calm the old pain that had been unearthed in that instant.
Finally, he raised his head, his dark eyes calmly sweeping over the curious and concerned gazes of the crowd.
The deep voice carried a sense of weariness and relief:
"This one……"
He gently touched his left arm, which was hidden by his sleeve: "It happened many years ago. At that time... I lost my way, blinded by hatred and despair, and only wanted to sever all ties and fall into the abyss of darkness."
His gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, landing on some point in the void, carrying a subtle, extremely complex warmth.
"He was my dearest friend... He rushed to me without hesitation, in his own way, in his..."
The adult Sasuke paused, his voice lowering: "...They even went so far as to sacrifice this arm to pull me back from the edge of the abyss."
He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting small shadows beneath his eyelids, obscuring the complex emotions that flashed across his eyes: "So, it's not just a proof of loss, but also... a mark of redemption."
A hush fell over the dinner table.
Young Sasuke's dark eyes were thoughtful, while Boruto looked at Sasuke's profile with understanding and respect in his eyes.
Mikoto's eyes reddened slightly, and her gaze towards the adult Sasuke was filled with maternal tenderness.
Uchiha Itachi, who had been listening quietly, put down his chopsticks, his handsome face displaying a composure and insight beyond his years.
He looked at the adult Sasuke, his voice gentle yet firm: "That must be your best friend, right?"
He could almost feel the heavy emotions and ties behind those words.
The adult Sasuke raised his head and met the clear, understanding black eyes of the young Itachi.
Deep within his black eyes, there seemed to be extremely subtle ripples spreading out.
He nodded slowly and very solemnly, his voice clear and firm:
"Yes. My best friend."
This statement is not just an answer to young Itachi.
It's also a response from across time to that fool who's always shining with golden light.
After the pre-dinner interlude, Mikoto invited everyone to take their seats.
A sumptuous spread of dishes filled the low table, creating a warm and lively atmosphere.
Naruto ate heartily without any hesitation, and although young Sasuke still had a cold expression, his brows had relaxed considerably.
She would occasionally serve food to Mikoto.
Boruto tries his best to play the role of a well-behaved apprentice.
Although Shisui was blind, he was able to accurately pick up the food he wanted to eat by relying on his memory and Itachi's whispered prompts, and he kept laughing.
The adult Sasuke sat quietly next to Boruto, mechanically eating the food in front of him, finding it tasteless.
He tried his best to minimize his presence, but his gaze kept drifting uncontrollably toward his mother's gentle smiling face.
I glanced past the profile of my brother, who was calmly serving water and vegetables.
He glanced at his father, Fugaku, sitting at the head of the table, his expression still serious, but his eyes gentle...
Every glance felt like rubbing salt into an old wound in my heart.
Dinner ended in an indescribable atmosphere, a mixture of warmth, sadness, and understanding.
Night had fallen, and moonlight streamed through the paper window, casting a cool glow on the tatami mats.
Boruto followed Mikoto to the kitchen to help clear the dishes.
Naruto then pestered Shisui to tell him about the interesting things that happened during the mission.
Although the still water is invisible, it is described vividly.
Young Sasuke was dragged by Naruto to listen in, looking utterly helpless.
The adult Sasuke intended to leave quietly, but heard a deep and authoritative voice behind him:
"Mr. Emiya, please wait a moment. If it's convenient, may I have a word with you in private?"
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Chapter 142 Fatherly Love Across Decades
"Mr. Emiya, please wait a moment. If it's convenient, may I have a word with you in private?"
Fugaku Uchiha stood at the entrance of the corridor leading to the inner room, looking at him calmly.
The adult Sasuke stopped in his tracks.
He remained silent for a few seconds, then turned around, nodded slightly, and followed Fugaku into a quiet Japanese-style room deep in the corridor.
The paper door was gently pulled shut behind me, shutting out the noise from outside.
The room was dark, with only the cool moonlight filtering through the paper windows, outlining blurry shapes.
Fugaku stood with his back to Sasuke by the window, gazing at the dry landscape garden in the courtyard, which was bathed in silvery moonlight.
His silhouette appeared exceptionally tall and imposing in the moonlight, carrying a heavy sense of pressure.
Silence filled the room, broken only by the soft breathing of the two people.
After a long while, Fugaku slowly turned around.
The moonlight illuminated half of his face, highlighting his hard-lined, unsmiling features.
At this moment, those deep black eyes were like sharp swords that could pierce through all the fog, stabbing straight into the figure that the adult Sasuke was trying to hide.
With an undeniable certainty:
"You're Sasuke, right?"
It's not a question, it's a statement.
The adult Sasuke's body tensed almost imperceptibly, and his purple Rinnegan contracted slightly in the shadows.
He maintained a calm demeanor, his voice low and distant: "Mr. Fugaku, you've mistaken me. I'm just a traveling entertainer, Shirou Emiya."
Fugaku let out a very soft, all-knowing sneer, and took a step forward, the moonlight illuminating his face completely.
Those dark eyes had a striking resemblance to the features of adult Sasuke.
At this moment, he was filled with a father's deep and sharp light: "You can fool my son, but you can't fool your father."
His voice wasn't loud, but every word carried immense weight, possessing an undeniable, blood-related power.
He stared at the adult Sasuke, as if trying to see through the cold Rinnegan and the mask of pretense.
I saw that tiny figure that he had held and taught himself.
"No parent,"
Fugaku's voice lowered, carrying an indescribable sense of vicissitude and certainty: "I won't recognize my own child. No matter what he becomes, no matter where he comes from."
"I guess... that's why Misaka invited you in, right?"
His gaze seemed to see through all pretense, reaching the very core of the truth.
The adult Sasuke remained silent.
All denials seemed pale and powerless in the face of her father's eyes, which seemed to see right through her soul.
He stood frozen in place, as if under a spell, his dark blue robe seeming to have lost all its defensive power under the moonlight.
Deep within my thoughts, the dam called "home," which had been forcibly frozen for decades, began to shatter silently under the impact of this sentence.
He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling violently.
Like the wings of a dying butterfly, they shielded the almost uncontrollable soreness and pain that surged up in my eyes.
He could no longer deny it.
It can no longer be faked.
Although he is a son from another time and space, and has already experienced many changes.
Seeing this, the sharp light in Fugaku's eyes quietly faded.
Instead, a deep, complex emotion, a mixture of regret and understanding, prevailed.
He didn't dwell on the obvious wounds, but instead asked a simpler, yet more profound, question.
His voice was very soft, with a cautious inquiry, as if afraid of disturbing something:
"How were we doing back then?"
This question, like the sharpest kunai, precisely pierced the deepest, never-healed wound in the heart of adult Sasuke.
The air seemed to be sucked out instantly, making the silence in the room suffocating.
The moonlight flowed silently.
It felt like an eternity had passed.
A hoarse voice, like sandpaper scraping against the surface, as if squeezed from the darkest corner of the soul, finally broke through the silence: