Sasuke stirred from his uneasy sleep, the familiar weight of fatigue pressing down on him. As he slowly regained consciousness, a gnawing sense of disorientation washed over him. His body ached, and his thoughts were sluggish, as though they were trying to claw their way out of a fog.
When he tried to open his eye, there was nothing. No light, no shapes—just an all-consuming void. Panic flared in his chest as he instinctively reached for his remaining eye, hoping against hope that it was simply a temporary effect. But the truth settled in quickly, a cold and harsh realization that made his heart sink. He was completely blind.
The weight of that truth hit him hard. He, Uchiha Sasuke, who had once possessed unparalleled ocular powers, was now reduced to this. The Rinnegan, the Sharingan—all of it was useless now. Those powers, which had defined him, guided him, and shaped his destiny, were gone. The techniques that had once flowed effortlessly from his Rinnegan, the very essence of his combat prowess, were now inaccessible.
Sasuke clenched his fists, frustration bubbling up inside him. For so long, his eyes had been his strength, the tools that allowed him to see and control the world around him. Now, that power was stripped away, leaving him vulnerable in ways he had never imagined. It was a bitter pill to swallow.
He tried to calm himself, focusing on his breathing as he attempted to assess his situation. He could still sense the presence of chakra around him, but it was faint, almost imperceptible. His other senses were heightened, compensating for the loss of sight, but it was no substitute for the visual clarity he had once relied on.
The realization that he was in a strange place only added to his unease. The ground beneath him was cold and hard, and the air carried an unfamiliar scent. It wasn't the sterile environment he had been in before—this place felt different, more alive somehow, though he couldn't see it.
As he lay there, Sasuke began to think about how he had ended up in this situation. The Rinne Rebirth—the technique he had used to bring Naruto back. He had known the risks, but he had been so certain that it was the right thing to do. Yet, here he was, still alive, but at what cost? Was it even possible that the technique had failed? Had he been spared for some reason, or was this the universe's way of punishing him?
He pushed himself into a sitting position, gritting his teeth against the pain that still throbbed in his leg. The wound from the wolves had been healed to an extent, but it was far from fully recovered. Sasuke knew he couldn't stay here forever—wherever "here" was—but he also knew he needed to gather his strength before making any decisions.
The loss of his vision weighed heavily on him, but he refused to let it break him. He had faced countless challenges before, and he would face this one as well. The world might have taken away his sight, but it hadn't taken away his will. He would find a way forward, even if he had to forge a new path without his eyes.
For now, he would wait, regather his strength, and learn what he could about his surroundings through his remaining senses. Sasuke Uchiha was many things, but a quitter was not one of them. This strange place, this new reality—he would adapt. He had no other choice.
As he settled into a state of meditation, Sasuke focused on the sounds and sensations around him, trying to make sense of his environment. He knew that this was only the beginning of a new challenge, one that would test him in ways he had never been tested before. But if there was one thing he knew for certain, it was that he would not let blindness define him. He was still Sasuke Uchiha, and he would find a way to overcome this, just as he had overcome everything else in his life.
Sasuke moved cautiously through the forest, each step bringing him closer to an unsettling realization. Despite the blindness that now shrouded his world in darkness, he was beginning to piece together his surroundings through his heightened senses. The damp earth beneath his feet, the faint rustling of leaves in the wind, and even the distant chirping of birds all seemed familiar. As he walked, the sense of déjà vu grew stronger until it hit him—he was still in the same clearing where he had performed the Rinne Rebirth Ritual.
The pain of that realization struck him as hard as the wound in his leg. He had hoped to be somewhere—anywhere—different, perhaps even in a different world. But no. He was exactly where he had started. This was the clearing where he had made the ultimate sacrifice, where he had poured his life force into a ritual that should have brought Naruto back. And yet, here he was, still alive, still blind, and still utterly alone.
But if this was the clearing, then he knew exactly where he was in relation to the rest of the world. The ruins of Otogakure, the hidden village of sound, were not far from here. He had spent enough time there, both as an ally and an enemy, to remember the path.
With renewed determination, Sasuke started walking again. The terrain was rough, the ground uneven, but he navigated it with a precision that surprised even him. His other senses had sharpened to compensate for his blindness. He could hear the faintest sounds, smell the slightest changes in the air, and even feel the subtle shifts in chakra around him. It was almost as if the loss of his sight had unlocked new depths of perception within him.
He used these enhanced senses to guide him, feeling the subtle pull of chakra that marked the path to Otogakure. He moved with purpose now, his mind focused on reaching the ruins. If nothing else, it would be a familiar place, a starting point from which he could figure out what to do next.
But as he drew closer to where the ruins should be, something strange began to happen. The sounds around him started to change. Instead of the eerie silence of an abandoned village, he began to hear voices—distant at first, but growing louder as he approached. They were the sounds of people going about their lives—talking, laughing, working. He could even hear the shrill cries of children playing and the steady hammering of men at work.
Sasuke's brow furrowed in confusion. This wasn't right. Otogakure had been in ruins the last time he was here. He had seen it with his own eyes—the crumbling buildings, the shattered streets, the eerie emptiness that lingered like a ghost over the entire village. But now, it sounded like a bustling civilian settlement. The people he could hear didn't seem to be shinobi; their chakras were faint, almost nonexistent compared to the powerful presences he was used to sensing.
As he neared what should have been the edge of the village, his sharpened senses gave him more details. The air was thick with the smell of cooking food—roasting meat, freshly baked bread, the faint scent of herbs. He could hear the rhythmic pounding of a blacksmith's hammer, the soft chatter of merchants selling their wares, and the giggles of children playing nearby.
He stopped just at the edge of the village, taking it all in. How could this be? Had he been unconscious for days? Weeks? Had someone rebuilt Otogakure in the time he had been gone? None of it made sense. He had walked through these ruins not long ago—there had been nothing here but desolation. And yet now, there was life, activity, normalcy.
Sasuke stood there, perplexed, letting the realization sink in. He had known the world was strange, especially after everything he had seen and done, but this—this was something entirely different. The fact that he couldn't sense any significant chakra signatures only added to his unease. Whoever these people were, they weren't shinobi. They were just ordinary civilians.
Was this some sort of illusion? A genjutsu? But if it was, who had cast it? He strained his senses further, trying to detect any sign of an enemy, but all he could feel was the faint, steady pulse of life from the villagers around him.
His thoughts raced as he considered his options. He could approach the village and ask for information, but the idea of revealing himself to these people, who might not even recognize him—or worse, might fear him—made him hesitate. He was blind, weakened, and unsure of his surroundings. Any confrontation could be disastrous in his current state.
But he couldn't stay hidden forever. If he wanted answers, he would have to take risks. He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his katana at his side. Whatever this place was, whoever these people were, he needed to find out. He would approach cautiously, listen, and gather what information he could. If this was truly Otogakure reborn, then perhaps there was something here that could help him understand what had happened—and what he needed to do next.
Sasuke stood just outside the village, weighing his options. The sounds of bustling life were all around him, but he needed to be cautious. He was in a vulnerable state—blind, weakened, and with only one hand. Any sudden moves or displays of power could put him at risk, especially if there were any remnants of Orochimaru's experiments or hostile forces nearby.
He made a quick decision. Sealing his katana into a storage scroll, Sasuke knew that appearing unarmed and harmless was his best approach. He might have been one of the most powerful shinobi to ever live, but right now, he needed to be just another traveler. He turned his attention to a nearby tree, feeling the rough bark beneath his fingers as he searched for a suitable branch. His senses were heightened now, compensating for his lost sight, and it didn't take him long to find a sturdy piece of wood. With a swift motion, he used his remaining strength to break off the branch and then began to whittle it down with the kunai he kept strapped to his leg. Soon, he had fashioned a crude but functional walking stick.
The stick felt solid in his hand, and Sasuke leaned on it as he walked toward the village. He took care to suppress his chakra, lowering it to a level that would make him indistinguishable from a civilian. If there was a Shinobi nearby—he didn't want to attract their attention. He needed to blend in, to become just another wanderer looking for a place to rest.
As he approached the first person he saw, a middle-aged man carrying a sack of grain over his shoulder, Sasuke took a deep breath. "Excuse me," he called out, his voice hoarse from disuse. "I'm looking for a place... a hidden village, perhaps. Hidden Sound. Have you heard of it?"
The man paused, turning to look at Sasuke with a puzzled expression. "Hidden Sound?" he repeated, furrowing his brow. "Never heard of it. There's never been any hidden village around here, stranger. You sure you're in the right place?"
Sasuke's heart skipped a beat. He had expected the village to be in ruins, but the idea that it had never existed at all—that was a possibility he hadn't considered. He pressed on, trying to keep his voice calm. "I heard... that recently, a village was built somewhere in the Land of Rice. Are you sure there's nothing like that around here?"
The man shook his head with certainty. "No, no hidden villages here. I'm a merchant, you see. I know these parts well. If there was a village like that, I would've known about it. Someone must've fooled you, friend."
Sasuke's mind raced. Something was wrong—very wrong. His memory of the Hidden Sound Village was crystal clear. He had been there just a day ago, surrounded by crumbling walls and echoes of the past. But now this man was telling him that the village had never existed? Could it be that the village had been erased from history? Or was something else at play?
He needed more information. "How long has it been... since the Fourth Great Shinobi World War?" he asked carefully, trying to gauge the timeline.
The man blinked in confusion, clearly puzzled by the question. "Fourth Shinobi World War? What are you talking about, stranger? There hasn't been a Fourth War. The Third Shinobi World War ended... what, five years ago? We've been at peace since then, thank the gods."
Sasuke's blood ran cold. The man's words hit him like a sledgehammer. If what he was saying was true, then Sasuke wasn't just in a different place—he was in a different time. His Rinne Rebirth had worked, but not in the way he had intended. Instead of simply reviving Naruto, it had somehow sent him back in time. A time where the Fourth Shinobi World War had never happened. A time where the Uchiha Clan might still be alive.
For a moment, Sasuke's world spun out of control. Everything he had known, everything he had fought for—it was all suddenly in question. The guilt he had carried for so long, the weight of his decisions, his betrayal, his redemption—it all seemed to evaporate in the face of this new reality. If he was truly in the past, then the sins of his past had yet to be committed. It was a second chance, a way to undo everything that had gone wrong.
But then another thought struck him. The Uchiha Clan—his family—they might still be alive. They hadn't been massacred by Itachi yet, if he had truly gone this far back. His heart clenched at the thought. For so long, he had carried the pain of their deaths, the knowledge that his own brother had been their executioner. But if they were alive..."
Are you alright, stranger?" the merchant asked, concern in his voice. "You don't look so good."
Sasuke snapped back to the present, his grip tightening on his walking stick. "I'm fine," he said quickly, though his mind was anything but. "Thank you for your help."
The man nodded, giving him a wary glance before continuing on his way. Sasuke stood there for a moment, trying to steady his breathing, trying to make sense of it all.
He had to confirm it. He had to find out if this was truly the past, if his clan was still alive, if Naruto was still out there somewhere, burdened by the fate that had befallen him in Sasuke's own timeline.
With renewed purpose, Sasuke adjusted his grip on the walking stick and turned back toward the path. He would head to the nearest town, gather more information, and plan his next steps. There was much to do, and he needed to be sure of his next move. If this was indeed the past, then he had been given a chance to change everything. And this time, he would do it right.
The weight of his new mission settled on his shoulders, but this time, it felt different. Lighter, perhaps. The guilt that had driven him for so long was still there, but now it was accompanied by something else—hope.
For the first time in a long time, Sasuke allowed himself to believe that he might be able to find peace, not just for himself, but for everyone. And with that thought, he began to walk forward, ready to face whatever this new world had in store for him.
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