Ryouta’s breath shook as he slept. His body twitched, soaked with sweat.
Then—
A white void opened in his dream.
Standing before him:
Kaguya — soft eyes, gentle smile, mother’s warmth.
Madara — calm, towering, but peaceful.
Ryouta snapped into a defensive stance, kunai drawn.
But Kaguya rushed forward and pulled him into a tight hug.
Kaguya (voice cracking):
“Son… you’ve gotten so tall… Sasuke kept his promise… I’m so proud…”
Tears slipped from her eyes.
Ryouta froze — then exhaled.
“…Guess this is my real family, huh.”
Madara (softly):
“Yes. We are not alive physically… but in our world, we lived in peace.
We even made peace with Naruto.
We raised you there… until Asmodeous killed us and the entire universe.”
Ryouta’s jaw tightened. “…Oh.”
Kaguya cupped his cheeks, rapid-fire mother mode:
Kaguya:
“Did you eat? Did you drink enough? Are you sleeping well? Walking properly?
Sakura is taking care of you, isn’t she?
Listen to me—
You know now that you’re adopted…
But don’t hate Sakura, okay?
She raised you when I couldn’t…”
Ryouta broke.
His mask shattered.
Ryouta (small sobs, voice cracking):
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“Hahh…”
“Hahhh…”
(He grabs her robe harder)
“Mom…”
He buried his face into Kaguya’s chest and cried for the first time ever.
Kaguya held him tight, whispering:
Kaguya:
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
Madara watched silently with a proud smile.
When Ryouta finally calmed:
Madara:
“You don’t want to come with us, do you?”
Ryouta shook his head.
Madara:
“…You love someone in this world?”
Ryouta nodded.
A memory shimmered:
Himawari smiling.
Himawari calling Naruto “Dad.”
Himawari training alone at sunset.
Ryouta:
“There’s… a sunflower here.”
Himawari’s face appears behind him in the dream.
Ryouta:
“The sunflower always looks at her sun…”
(Himawari looking up at Naruto activating Sage Mode)
“…and I want to take care of the flower…
for the rest of my life.”
Madara smirked.
Madara:
“Then I hope this sunflower becomes yours, kid.”
Kaguya nodded, stroking his hair.
As the dream began fading, Ryouta’s emotions spiked —
his Star Rinnegan and normal Rinnegan activate together.
Ryouta (voice trembling):
“Will you… come to me again?
Even in dreams?”
Both Kaguya and Madara smiled.
Kaguya:
“Always.”
Madara:
“I hope the sunflower loves you too.”
Ryouta:
“…She’s still a kid.
But I will wait for her.”
The world dimmed to black.
Uchiha Household — Ryouta’s Room
Sakura and Sarada shook him awake.
Sakura (worried):
“Kid, are you okay? You were crying so much—”
Sarada:
“Big bro… I didn’t know what to do, so I brought Mom…”
Without warning, Ryouta pulled both of them into a desperate hug.
They froze — confused — but hugged him back tightly.
Morning — Dojo
Himawari stood in her training gear.
Facing her:
Yahiko (female, Hanabi’s age).
Confident. Sharp tongue. Ruthless prodigy.
She circled Himawari like a predator.
Yahiko:
“You’re too soft, Himawari.”
“You cry too easily.”
“You rely on your father’s name.”
“You’re not even a real Hyūga prodigy — just a sunshine child.”
“How will you survive? Smiling at enemies?”
Himawari bit her lip, fists trembling, trying not to cry.
Yahiko:
“You want to protect Naruto-sama?
Then stop being a flower and become a fighter.”
Himawari silently tightened her stance.
Night — Masio Household
Masio sighed heavily, looking at Yahiko.
Masio:
“Kid… you’re bullying Himawari.
She’s just eleven.”
Yahiko crossed her arms.
Yahiko:
“That’s why she needs to take it.
The world isn’t sunshine and flowers.”
Kiko (calm):
“I trust her.
She’s your daughter — she knows what she’s doing.”
Masio shook his head, but didn’t argue.
