Sasuke's POV
So… it's true.
Itachi killed Mother and Father. He killed the elders. He killed the police force. He killed everyone.
It's exactly the same as in the… anime I saw in that vision. The story of Naruto.
I didn't expect him, Naruto, to be the son of the Fourth Hokage. No wonder Father always told me to stay away from him.
No, that's not the point. The real point is that my life, my future, had already been laid out, portrayed as a story for entertainment in another world. A world without shinobi.
In those memories, I was… what was the term?
Yes, a high school student. I died by getting… hit. By a truck.
But I still can't believe those memories are even mine.
In fact, I question whether they're real at all. Could this be another of Itachi's genjutsu? Or maybe someone else's?
Maybe someone who knew the future decided to show me this, thinking I'd believe the trauma had forced me to unlock memories of a past life and change my path.
Wait a second… when did I start thinking like this?
I mean, I've always been smart, but I couldn't think this clearly before.
Are these memories… affecting me? Broadening my perspective?
And not just that, my emotions feel… strangely calm.
I'm not crying. Not anymore.
But it hasn't dulled my hatred.
No, it's only made it sharper.
My thirst for revenge, killing Itachi, killing anyone who had a hand in this, it's burning hotter than ever.
But there's a problem.
In those memories, I didn't become that strong.
Not really.
My best techniques came from Kakashi.
My real growth only began after I went to Orochimaru.
Why?
Why was that Sasuke so weak?
It's not like I wouldn't have worked hard.
No, it must have been the lack of resources.
The village.
They took everything from the Uchiha.
And they wouldn't want to sharpen a blade that could one day cut their throats.
So, how do I become strong now?
Do I follow that "script" I saw?
Let Orochimaru brand me with his cursed seal?
Kill Itachi and take his eyes?
Go as far as getting the Rinnegan from the Sage of Six Paths?
No.
Not if I can avoid it.
Not with what I know now.
But then, what can I do?
If only I had, what was it called, a "cheat" like in those fanfictions from my other memories.
Should I try?
No hesitation. I'll try.
Even if I die from it, I can't just sit here.
I speak in my mind, quietly, as if someone or something might hear me.
"System."
"Cheat."
"Sign in."
"Start."
"Status screen."
Nothing.
Figures. My luck isn't great these days.
DING.
A soft chime rings in my head.
A faint, transparent white screen flickers into existence in front of me.
It floats in the air, untouched by the wind.
And the ANBU outside don't react.
That means they can't see it.
Good.
Without hesitation, I focus on the strange white screen, letting the information flow into my mind. It's… some kind of system.
A gacha.
I can spin it to get cards, anything from abilities, experiences, weapons, items, and not just from this world. From others too.
More options.
More paths to power.
Exactly what I need from now on.
But there's a problem.
To spin, I need three points.
And I only get one point per day.
Tch. That means ten spins a month at best. And there's no guarantee I'll get anything useful. I could pull something incredible or complete garbage from some world I've never even heard of.
Right now, I've only got one point. Which means I have to wait two more days before I can even try.
Still, there's no point wasting my time lying here.
I push the blanket aside and step down from the bed. The Hokage told me to rest until I'd recovered, but I feel fine. My body's healed enough.
The hospital corridors are quiet, but every step I take draws eyes. Patients. Nurses. Shinobi passing through.
Their expressions change the moment they see me, pity, sympathy, a shadow of guilt.
It makes my fists clench.
Ignoring them, I head straight out into the streets. The whispers follow me, but I don't care. My feet carry me toward the Uchiha compound.
No guards at the gates. No seals on the boundary. And yet, no one dares to step inside. They only stand outside, speaking in hushed tones.
I don't stop. I push through the entrance.
It's different from yesterday. No blood. No bodies. Just silence. A heavy, unnatural silence that makes my skin crawl.
I take a deep breath and keep walking. The streets are empty. Not a single soul remains.
When I finally reach my house, my hands tremble as I slide the door open.
"I'm home…" I whisper, voice hoarse.
Of course, there's no answer.
My chest tightens until it hurts. The dam breaks.
"Why… why did you do it, Itachi?!" I scream into the emptiness, my voice cracking with pain.
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Senjutsu in Naruto vs dxd