Konoha Hidden Village is being rebuilt

Door. Door. Door.

After opening another door and seeing the same corridor, Jingyou finally gave up the struggle.

She moved aside for the time being, sat down on the ground resignedly, licked her lips that had become dry due to lack of water for too long, bent her knees and looked forward.

Probably only the sensor door and weapon system were powered. There was no light in the corridor. Fortunately, it had little impact on her. Her black and white vision was as clear as ever, outlining the security systems erected on both sides.

Being physically smaller became a huge advantage at this point. Most of the weapons were not designed for her current appearance, and those that worked were basically ineffective due to damage. Therefore, even if she sat there tiredly, she was still safe and not hit by anything.

Sighing, she rested her head on her knees and began to recall how she ended up alone.

After getting rid of the slime, the three of them entered the re-operated elevator and went all the way to the "second line of defense" area mentioned in the prompt, and then passed three doors... The situation got out of control from here.

The three of them, who had never been exposed to similar high-tech defense systems, did not expect that entering the wrong door would trigger the attack mode - after all, if you take the right route three times in a row through a bunch of the same doors, unless you get a map - in short, when you find something is wrong. It's too late.

The higher you go to the upper floors, the more completely this strange building is preserved, and the "second line of defense" area even maintains basic operations. When they entered the third section of the corridor, they were greeted by weapons firing all over the wall. In this state, self-preservation has reached its limit, and no one has the ability to take care of their companions. While dodging left and right, the three of them hurriedly crashed into different doors, and then scattered...

I wonder what happened to my father and Uncle Naruto.

Jingyou was worried. Looking at the long corridor, he felt that he should be more worried about himself, so he held his face in frustration.

"We have to keep walking..." She murmured, but she couldn't muster any energy.

While in a daze, the weapons that could not lock on to the target suddenly began to rotate.

She was startled and suddenly looked up. Among the identical doors on both sides, one slid open. On a dark background, a square box outlined with white lines jumped in—

"Mr. Gojo!"

The call blurted out, and Jingyou got up and ran forward.

A child of the same race named "Jing You" always calls him "Dad".

Uchiha Sasuke originally thought that the other party regarded him as his father because he lost his parents in the genocide and suffered a misidentification due to illness. However, after being quietly pulled into a different world for the second time, he finally realized that this was not the case.

Doubts fermented in his heart, but first there was a huge monster, then there was a maze corridor, and until he and Jingyou were separated, he didn't find the opportunity to ask. Now, barely able to find the right direction in the fire blockade, he opened the last door and walked into the hall where he was finally safe. His Sharingan immediately caught the faint light in the center.

The translucent fragments floated slowly from the ground, blooming with a dream-like halo.

Jingyou has short, thick and strong hair, with fluffy ends sticking out in all directions. He does not look like someone who has been ill for a long time. But because it was difficult to take care of, I felt annoyed.

"rustle".

It's the sound of comb teeth running through hair.

"rustle".

It is the sound of fine snow passing through the courtyard.

In the depth of winter, the leaves of the trees are white all over the sky, but the winter cherry trees in the yard are in bloom. Before Jingyou was born, in order to celebrate the arrival of their second child, the saplings brought back from the Land of Flowers by their parents had already taken on a pavilion shape this year, with thin branches and leaves blooming against the cold wind, and red pink hidden under the light plains, decorating the A bleak winter.

The child behind the window raised her soft cheeks and stared intently at the winter cherry tree. Her mother stood behind her, holding a crescent-shaped comb in her hand, patiently combing her head of "wayward" short hair.

She sat on a round stool, swinging her dangling legs back and forth, and heard her mother smile helplessly: "Oh, this hair really looks like Sasuke-kun."

The frosted windowpane blurred her unimproved hairstyle. She puffed up her cheeks and complained quietly: "This is the only thing I don't want to be so similar to my father..."

Uchiha Sakura, who smiled secretly, put a hairband on her, leaned over and gently hugged her.

"Why don't you try growing your hair longer? Maybe it will improve!" the young mother suggested, looking out the window together.

The mother and daughter were reflected in the glass.

Similar pink hair, similar blue eyes, but compared to her mother, her daughter's hair color and eye color are lighter.

——Light pink hair, like winter cherry blossoms covered with frost and snow in the courtyard; light green eyes, like streams covered with thin ice in early spring.

A soft snowball on the hairband swayed as he turned his head. Keiyu leaned over, pressed her cheek against Uchiha Sakura's, and murmured softly.

"No, it's very troublesome."

Because of the heavy workload in the hospital, Uchiha Sakura often works overtime, and her sister Uchiha Sarana is usually taking care of her. She is often sick and has caused a lot of trouble for her sister. If she grows her hair long, it will be even more difficult for her sister, who is also a child, to take care of it...

She reached out and tugged at the ends of her raised hair, pursed her lips, and smiled softly.

Turning her attention away from her hair, she asked, "Will daddy come back this time?"

There was less than a month left before her fifth birthday. Although her father, Sasuke Uchiha, almost never attended her birthday party in her memory, she always looked forward to it every year.

The mother looked a little apologetic and very hesitant, but she still reassured her: "Even if I can't make it in time, dad will definitely be on his way back with a gift."

Keyou said "Oh" in disappointment, looked at Uchiha Sakura, and immediately said: "Okay, I won't be angry-"

She nuzzled her mother's cheek.

"I must have been waiting for dad to come back!"

The box jumped across the corridor with a clatter, carrying Jingyou through the open door. She said loudly and hesitantly: "We must be on the right track this time! No, otherwise we will change the direction..."

Perhaps luck finally took effect, and the attack suddenly stopped. They stopped in the unfamiliar hall, surrounded by peace.

Jingyou breathed a long sigh of relief, looked up, and saw Uchiha Sasuke standing in the center. The boy lowered his head and held a picture frame in his hand. Unlike everything depicted by the lines, the picture frame was full of color in her eyes.

Obviously she only saw a wooden frame, but she instantly sensed the picture on the photo in the frame——

After his fifth birthday, Uchiha Sasuke, who was still a step late, rushed back to Konoha and took a new family photo with his family. The two sisters holding hands were supported on the shoulders by their parents, with the snow-covered winter cherry trees behind them.

Black hair and pink hair, black eyes and green eyes, a couple with completely different colors and equally different sisters... the four of them stood together, but there was no disharmony at all.

After a while, the last remnants of the memory illusion began to dissipate, and the photo frame disappeared from the young Sasuke Uchiha, turning into dots of light and flying towards Keiyo.