Naruto: Naruto's Uchiha girlfriend is too arrogant

Chapter 578 Sending a cheat

Upon hearing this, Sasuke's heart skipped a few beats in his chest. His eyes widened for a moment before quickly returning to their usual expressionless state.

But that expressionless look was different from the dazed, blank expression just now; it was as if the image was trying hard to control itself and not reveal too much emotion.

Are my parents really coming back? Fugaku Uchiha, Mikoto Uchiha, are they really coming back? Can I finally be a child with parents who love me again?

The thought surged up from his chest, into his throat, into his eyes, and stuck there, making him feel a little breathless.

What should I do then? What should I do? What should I say as the first thing when I see them?

Should I say "Welcome back," "Long time no see," or say nothing and just stand there for them to see? Should I greet them with a smile? Should I remain calm? Should I rush up and hug them like I did when I was a child?

He's not a child anymore; he's no longer at the age where he would cry and call for "Mommy." He should act more mature and be as composed as an adult.

However, the thing Sasuke wanted to do most in his heart—the thing he wanted to do most on countless nights, in an empty house, when he was sitting alone in a corner with his knees drawn up to his chest, when all his tears had dried up and only dry pain remained—was to throw himself into Mikoto Uchiha's arms.

She threw herself into her mother's arms and cried out all the grievances, all the loneliness, and all the things she wanted to say when she tossed and turned at night unable to sleep.

It's the kind of crying that only little children do—loud, unrestrained, and pouring out everything.

He wanted his mother to know how hard it had been for him all these years, all alone. He wanted her to know that he had lived in that empty house for so many years, unable to sleep every night out of fear. He wanted her to know how much he missed her.

However, young Sasuke didn't want young Naruto to see his weak and embarrassing side.

As for Naruto, upon hearing this news, he felt as if he had been suddenly pulled out of the vortex of "Sasuke leaving the village."

"That's wonderful, Sasuke!"

He patted Sasuke on the shoulder with a loud "smack," so hard that Sasuke's body swayed slightly.

He was happy for Sasuke. But in his heart, there was still a corner where he felt a quiet sense of loss.

When Naruto was a child, in those evenings when he sat alone on the swing and watched other children being led home by their parents, in those moments when he stood alone in front of the mirror and asked, "Why am I the only one?", only Sasuke was like him.

Sasuke was also alone. Seeing that there were others like him, Naruto didn't feel so lonely at that time.

When you stand alone in the wilderness and see another person standing in the distance, you feel that the wilderness is not so big, nor so cold.

...Who exactly are my parents?

The question popped into Naruto's mind again.

He focused his gaze on Naruto, on that face that looked exactly like his own, yet was infinitely more composed. He had posed this question before, but no one had ever given him an answer.

So, did the person from the future get the answer?

Naruto didn't think about it. Unless the facts were laid bare before him, unless someone told him personally and presented all the evidence to him—he didn't consider that possibility. The Fourth Hokage was his father?

The fox spirit feared and despised by everyone in the village is actually the Hokage's son? The contrast is just too great.

"Oh, right, come here."

Big Naruto's voice interrupted Little Naruto's questions, which he hadn't yet managed to organize into words.

"Now that they've woken up, it's time for us to leave. Before we go, I have something to give you."

"Something? A gift for me?"

Naruto's eyes lit up, a light that was both curious and expectant.

He leaned forward slightly, like a fox that had heard "dinner is served," its ears perked up.

"Hmm. I can't be biased," Naruto said with a hint of amusement. "Because if you spar with Sasuke now, Sasuke will probably have to be extra careful to avoid killing you."

These words exploded in Naruto's mind.

"What?! What happened?! No way!"

His voice suddenly rose, "You helped Sasuke train?!"

"...I guess so. Don't rush me. Aren't I planning to help you gain power too? But listen to me first."

Naruto took a deep breath and forcefully pushed his heart, which was about to jump out of his throat, back down.

He waited for Naruto to speak. He just wanted to confirm one thing—he wouldn't fall behind Sasuke. He wouldn't be unable to catch up with Sasuke, he wouldn't be left behind. That was all he was thinking. He just didn't want to be abandoned.

At this moment, he completely forgot about the question about his parents.

Because something more important occupied that place. For Naruto, not being able to stand by Sasuke's side, then being completely distanced by Sasuke, and then being abandoned—that was something as unacceptable as death.

"How did you see the Nine-Tails inside your body?"

"Huh? Inside my body..."

Naruto's voice lowered, his gaze shifted away from Naruto, and what he didn't want to say was forced out of his throat.

He fell silent. Naruto's view of the Nine-Tails within him was simple—disgust.

He had suffered all of this because of Kurama. The villagers' rejection, the isolation from his peers, the adults who would avoid him on the street—it was all because of Kurama. He hated Kurama.

"I see... Well, I can understand. But I hope you can know that the Nine-Tails is also a victim. All the hatred it harbors is the bitter fruit sown by humans."

Little Naruto looked up at Big Naruto, who didn't say anything more. He raised his hand, palm up, and something began to condense in his palm.

It was a kind of light, gradually gathering, like a star taking shape.

It was a ball of tailed beast chakra representing Yin Release chakra, radiating a vast and profound power that everyone present could feel.

Then, that ball of chakra slowly transformed into a sleeping little Nine-Tails.

The little nine-tailed fox was only the size of a palm, curled up with its tail tucked to its side and its head buried in its paws, looking no different from a hibernating fox.

Although this ball of chakra was only the size of a palm, the amount of chakra it contained was as vast as that of the complete Nine-Tails chakra.

The miniature Nine-Tails designed by Naruto did not represent the will of the tailed beasts.

It cannot speak, cannot think, and has no desires or emotions of its own. It is simply a vast, unconstrained mass of chakra that can be used.

It is a sword that has been forged, devoid of self-awareness, simply waiting to be held in someone's hand. However, this sword carries something else—the memories of Naruto's own Nine-Tails.