Naruto: Naruto's Uchiha girlfriend is too arrogant

Chapter 563 Nephew

"We've arrived. Itachi Uchiha is inside."

Naruto stopped and turned to the side, completely exposing the door behind him to Sasuke.

It was a sealed door, made of metal, with no decoration on the surface. A thick sealing strip was embedded in the door seam, and the lock was a rather unusual-looking lock.

This door is very much like a prison cell door, the kind of door used to detain dangerous individuals.

"Are you ready, Sasuke?"

Naruto's eyes held an indescribable seriousness.

His tone wasn't like asking, "Are you ready?" but more like, "Are you really going in?" That tone made the question seem like a reminder that what was behind the door might not be what he imagined.

"Whether it's mental preparation or anything else, I've been prepared for a long time."

Sasuke answered quickly, so quickly that he didn't even think about it. He felt a little strange—why did Naruto keep emphasizing the word "prepare"?

Naruto didn't say anything more. He took out a spare key from his pocket, inserted it into the lock that didn't look ordinary, and turned it gently.

The lock cylinder made a crisp "click" sound, the indicator light on the door lock changed from red to green, and the sealing strip around the door seam loosened slightly.

Sasuke took a deep breath and placed his hand on the doorknob.

I'm going in. To meet Itachi Uchiha from another world, to witness his end.

Not as an enemy, not as a foe, not with the hatred of wanting to tear the other to pieces—but with a different identity, with a different feeling, to meet Uchiha Itachi once again.

What will be behind the door?

Perhaps it was a dimly lit room, where Itachi Uchiha sat in a corner, chained up, his face still bearing that perpetually unfathomable expression.

Perhaps it was an empty cell, with Itachi Uchiha standing by the window with his back to him. After hearing the door open, he slowly turned around. Or perhaps it was a heavily guarded place, with ANBU members watching from all sides. Itachi Uchiha sat in the middle, waiting for him to come and question him.

He pressed the doorknob down, preparing to push the door open.

"Wow--"

Suddenly, a cry came from behind the door, seeping through the crack and clearly reaching Sasuke's ears.

The sound was an unfiltered, instinctive cry, broken and intermittent.

Sasuke's hand froze on the doorknob.

...The sound of a baby crying?

He froze, standing there motionless. His mind raced, trying to find a reasonable explanation for what he had heard—had he misheard?

Is it another sound? Is it an illusion caused by the wind blowing in from somewhere?

But the cry rang out again, clearer, louder, and more undeniable than before.

Yes, it was the sound of a baby crying; Sasuke was certain he hadn't misheard. His expression changed from doubt to confusion, and from confusion to bewilderment.

Isn't that a bit odd? Isn't Itachi Uchiha a prisoner? A dangerous individual? Someone who needs to be locked up in a sealed, locked cell, right?

But why—why was there the sound of a baby crying where he was imprisoned? Why put a baby in the cell of a dangerous person?

Or is this organization really that outrageous, putting an infant and a prisoner together? What kind of operation is this? What kind of logic is this? What kind of parenting philosophy is this?

"...Don't look at me like that. This has nothing to do with me."

Naruto's voice sounded troubled and helpless. He really hadn't expected that Shisui, that guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, would actually make a move.

Sasuke looked away and returned his gaze to the door. His fingers lingered on the doorknob for a moment, then slowly began to turn it.

Please, it must be fake.

How could there be a real baby crying? Maybe it's an illusion? Yes, it must be an illusion, the kind used to confuse intruders, or maybe it's a TV program? Perhaps there's a TV in the cell showing some parenting program?

Or was it a radio? Yes, a radio, it must be a radio. It was a broadcast coming from somewhere, which was mistaken for a baby crying.

Please, it must be fake. Even if it's just my imagination. Any reason is fine, as long as it's not a real baby.

He pushed the door open.

"Shisui, come back..."

A woman's voice came from inside the room, but stopped halfway through her sentence as she realized that the person standing at the door was not the one she thought it was.

Sasuke stood at the door, looking as if he had been struck by lightning.

It's less of a prison cell and more of an ordinary room.

The floor was covered with warm-colored wooden flooring, and in the corner stood a wardrobe with its door half open, revealing neatly arranged clothes hanging inside.

A table stood against the wall, piled with a jumble of things—baby bottles, diapers, a few open books, and a half-full water glass. A faint scent, like baby powder, filled the air.

In the center of the room, on a bed that could probably fit two people, a young woman who looked to be in her twenties was leaning against the pillows.

She was wearing a loose-fitting loungewear set with the neckline slightly open, her hair casually draped over her shoulders, exuding the languid and soft charm that only a woman who has recently given birth would possess.

She was holding a small, crying baby boy in her arms. She was looking down at the child with eyes that were almost overflowing with tenderness, humming something softly, and patting the child's back gently with one hand.

Uchiha Itachi—no, she should be called Uchiha Yuzu now—originally thought it was Shisui who had returned, but when she looked up, she didn't see Shisui's familiar face, but a boy she had never seen before, yet who seemed strangely familiar.

The boy stood at the door, one hand still on the doorknob, his expression... how to describe it.

His eyes were wide open, and his expression kept shifting between shock, confusion, bewilderment, and disbelief, finally settling on a blank state of "Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?"

Uchiha Yu's gaze lingered on Sasuke for about a second.

Is she particularly confident in this place? Or does she simply love her child so much that she doesn't care much about anything else around her?

After glancing at Sasuke with her ordinary black eyes (which weren't Sharingan), she immediately averted her gaze and focused entirely on her son in her arms.

"Don't cry, Mommy's here..."

She lowered her head, brought her face close to the baby in her arms, and spoke softly in the kind of soft, sweet voice that only a mother would have.

The baby boy in her arms was still crying, but the sound was much softer than before, turning into a whimpering, coquettish cry.

A loving mother holds her crying child, whispering soothing words to him with her head down. It's a heartwarming scene that couldn't be more touching, so heartwarming that it could be printed on the cover of a parenting magazine.

However, Sasuke felt a particular pain in his eyes.

Sasuke closed the door expressionlessly.

With a soft "bang," the sealed door with its weatherstripping closed again.

Then, he put his hand back on the doorknob and pushed the door open again.

"Don't cry, Mommy's here..."

Sasuke's expression remained unchanged. He closed the door again.

Then, he pushed the door open again.

"Excuse me... who are you...? If you're looking for Shisui, he's not here right now, but he should be back soon."

Sasuke didn't respond to Uchiha Yu's words. He stared at the scene in the room for three seconds, then closed the door.

"It seems we've entered the wrong room..."

"By blood, that person is your sister, and the one she's holding is your nephew."

Naruto pulled Sasuke out of his self-deception.

"Why?!"

Sasuke suddenly turned around, his face contorted into a look he himself couldn't describe.

His hands waved helplessly at his sides, and he looked like a fish that had been pulled out of the water and thrown onto the shore, struggling desperately but unable to get back into the water.

Only one thought kept running through his mind: I'm here to see Uchiha Itachi, I'm here to see the man who transformed into a demon on the night of the massacre, I'm here to witness his end, not to see him turn into a woman, holding a child, sitting on the bed, and comforting the baby!