"Still pushing yourself that hard..."
Fujimoto Tōma opened his eyes and looked up at the blood-red Rinnegan reflected across the night sky.
He had seen Sasuke’s progress clearly.
And honestly... he was impressed.
Ti really had passed.
Sasuke had finally fulfilled both of his childhood goals.
First: kill Uchiha Itachi.
Second: restore the Uchiha Clan.
Now that the infants had been saved, the clan’s revival was no longer a fantasy.
And knowing Sasuke...
He would lead the new Uchiha down a completely different path from the old one.
Tōma withdrew his gaze.
At Sasuke’s current level, nothing in this era could threaten him.
Not even if Madara clawed his way out of the grave.
"Ti–space..."
Tōma murmured.
Compared to Sasuke’s breakthrough, he cared far more about what he had gained.
At his level, as long as he had a spatial coordinate, moving through ti wasn’t actually that difficult anymore.
But during the jump, he had noticed sothing new.
A subtle layer of control he hadn’t possessed before.
With it...
He might be able to do sothing reckless.
Sothing unknown.
And unknown things were starting to feel... interesting again.
Tōma brought the moon sprite with him and appeared in a quiet wooden house.
His old ho.
Inside, his younger self stood frozen, face pale, thoughts churning.
Right. This was the night I debated stealing a pair of Sharingan.
Tōma rembered clearly.
In the end, caution had beaten greed.
Back then, he was still fighting to survive.
Now...
He wasn’t.
So when had he changed?
The answer ca easily.
The mont his life stopped being fragile.
When survival was guaranteed, restraint faded.
He had already proven that when he blindly interfered in a Dragon Vein ti corridor without even knowing where he’d end up.
He had risked everything.
And lived.
So why hesitate now?
Tōma smiled faintly.
And vanished again.
Sasuke stood in the shadows, his Rinnegan glowing red as he watched the massacre unfold.
Even after seeing Itachi’s mories...
Reality was worse.
He watched his brother cry while swinging his blade.
Watched their parents fall.
And even now, rage clawed up his spine.
Not just at Itachi.
But at Danzō.
At the elders.
At Obito.
At White Zetsu.
Three layers of slaughter.
No escape.
No rcy.
Survival had never been an option.
Sasuke’s fists trembled.
He wanted to tear the tiline apart.
But he didn’t.
If he overturned everything...
Would he still exist?
And besides...
In his own ti, they were already dead.
This was enough.
Hours passed.
The last Uchiha corpse was buried.
The clan was officially extinct.
Only one Uchiha remained.
"Are we leaving now?" Tōma asked, appearing beside him.
Sasuke shook his head.
"I want to confirm Orochimaru’s substitutes are perfect."
Tōma nodded.
Fair.
Orochimaru didn’t make sloppy mistakes.
But caution here was justified.
The artificial infant bodies were flawless.
Sa flesh.
Sa bones.
Sa decay process.
The parents were all dead.
No one would ever notice.
Tōma idly teased the moon sprite while glancing at the moon.
Should I go et Kaguya at this point in ti?
He shook his head.
No need to break causality for a joke.
He raised a finger.
A thin spatial rift opened.
He stared at it.
Then erased it.
Not yet.
Eventually, Sasuke returned.
"...It’s over."
His voice sounded empty.
"Good. Let’s go. These kids are starving."
Sasuke stared at the crying infants and went pale.
"...Right. That."
"I’ll have wet nurses arranged," Tōma said calmly.
Sasuke exhaled in relief.
As Sasuke prepared the treasure tool Plow...
Tōma suddenly stopped.
He crouched beside one infant.
This one wasn’t crying.
Dark eyes.
Alert.
Focused.
They stared at each other.
Tōma slowly smiled.
Then the baby glanced around at the other crying infants and imdiately started wailing too.
"...So you’re one of mine, huh."
A reincarnator.
Born as an Uchiha infant.
If Sasuke hadn’t interfered...
This kid would’ve died tonight.
Tōma rubbed his chin.
When he grows up and realizes how mangled this tiline is... that’ll be fun.
He glanced at Sasuke.
"Nothing. Just found sothing interesting."
Sasuke narrowed his eyes slightly.
He morized the baby’s face.
Tōma opened a black spatial gate.
He stepped through with the moon sprite.
Sasuke activated Plow and carried the infants into the golden light.
Inside the light...
The reincarnated baby stared at Sasuke’s mismatched Rinnegan.
Wait. Six tomoe in one eye. Five in the other?
That turtle... that’s Plow.
So I’m ti traveling... with Sasuke?
The baby went still.
Yeah. This tiline is completely different.
And that guy earlier...
He wasn’t in the original story.
He changed everything.
The baby relaxed.
Good.
If I’d stayed, I was dead anyway.
This is the best possible start.
Uchiha bloodline.
No massacre trauma.
A Rinnegan Sasuke as boss.
A mysterious overpowered reincarnator senior watching from the shadows.
This is beyond lucky.
Back in the present...
Fujimoto Tōma looked at the familiar world.
The thought that he might have created another reincarnator didn’t bother him at all.
If the kid still needed saving in a world this stacked with advantages...
Then he wasn’t worth saving.
Tōma turned away from the sky.
"...I should probably say goodbye to this world soon."
...
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