Chapter 264: Drink More Lava

Sakura was really worried about Naruto and Sasuke's injuries, so she went ahead and informed their mothers. 

Reasonable decision. 

Long story short, when Kushina and Mikoto stood before them, Naruto and Sasuke felt completely numb—the kind of numb where if someone wanted to steal their organs, they wouldn't even need anesthesia. 

To sum it up, Kushina and Mikoto sincerely thanked Sakura, then each grabbed one of their ears and dragged them straight to the hospital. Sakura watched them go with a satisfied expression. 

The final diagnosis… was to drink more hot water. 

There's no point in talking about how ridiculous Naruto's body is. He was injured, and he hadn't fully recovered yet, but the damage wasn't physical—his body had already healed. The problem was chakra and mental exhaustion. 

Sasuke didn't have Naruto's insane healing abilities, but he was still an Otsutsuki Jinchuriki now. His external wounds had already healed, and his main issues were also related to chakra and ocular power, which the doctors at Konohagakure's hospital couldn't do anything about. 

So in the end, the best advice they could give was to drink more hot water. 

By the way, when the hospital staff saw Sasuke's Tomoe Rinnegan, they were completely stunned. That was also the moment when Mikoto finally noticed that her flirtatious younger son had somehow awakened a legendary eye.

Oh right, the main point isn't the eyes—it's being a total flirt. 

So when the nurses at the hospital heard someone say, "Who are you?" you can imagine the looks on their faces. That night, a bunch of them went out drinking, and by late evening, the only ones left at Konoha Hospital were the older nurses. The whole hospital staff was speechless. 

And Sasuke? He was the most speechless of all. 

Of course, it wasn't because of the nurses. It was because… 

"Father…" When Sasuke saw the middle-aged man sitting in the room, his mind went completely blank. 

Mikoto walked out from the back carrying a bag of groceries. As she closed the door, she gave Sasuke a curious look. "Did you just call your dad 'Father'? That's rare." 

Fugaku frowned slightly, but there was a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. "You're finally growing up, Sasuke." 

Sasuke stood there silently, clenching his fists tightly. 

Mikoto gave him a small push on the back. "What's wrong? Go on in. Didn't you skip breakfast? I'll make lunch later, so take this chance to sit down and have a nice chat with your dear father." 

She spoke in a teasing tone, her face carrying a playful smile. 

Fugaku shook his head helplessly. "Forget it. Sasuke is just like his brother—he doesn't like talking to me. Sasuke, go change your clothes first. Wearing something covered in blood can't be comfortable." 

Huh? 

Fugaku suddenly froze. 

Then, his face went blank. "Why is there blood on Sasuke's clothes?" 

Mikoto rolled her eyes as she carried the groceries through the living room. "You just noticed?" 

As she took off her coat, she explained, "Your son is quite something—went out to fight Naruto and got himself hurt. But don't worry, it's nothing serious. The doctor said just drinking plenty of hot water will do." 

Fugaku's expression instantly turned serious, and a natural air of authority surrounded him. 

That presence made Sasuke unconsciously stand up straight. Back when his father was still alive, this was the look he always had when he was angry. Even his brother had to sit quietly and listen whenever it happened. 

Of course, his father had never really lectured *him* before. 

Thinking about that, Sasuke suddenly felt a little down. 

"Did you win?" Fugaku's deep voice broke the silence. "Sasuke, did you win or lose?" 

Sasuke blinked innocently. "Uh… I lost." 

It was actually a draw, but since he had already admitted defeat, he wouldn't go back on it. That fight—he had lost. Completely lost to Naruto. 

"What a shame!" Fugaku smacked the table in disappointment, then suddenly grinned. "If you had won, I could've rubbed it in Minato's face for once. That guy is always bragging about his son's talent." 

*Whack!* 

"Ow!" Fugaku clutched his head. 

Behind him, Mikoto stood there holding a spatula, looking annoyed. "You've got the nerve to talk? If it weren't for you, would Itachi and Sasuke have turned out like this? Both of them had great talent, and thanks to you, the older one became rebellious and the younger one became a flirt. Why did I even marry you?" 

Mikoto grumbled as she put on an apron. 

Then, she gave Fugaku a sharp look and warned, "Watch what you say. If you teach Sasuke any more nonsense, I'll report you to *Father*." 

Fugaku: "…" 

His wife was great in every way, except for one thing—she loved tattling to his dad. And the problem was… her father actually *would* beat the hell out of him. 

Watching all this unfold, Sasuke couldn't help but twitch at the corners of his mouth. 

"Yeah, this *has* to be a Genjutsu." 

There was no way. 

His father—*his father*—was way too serious to say something like that. And his gentle, soft-spoken mother? Holding a spatula and smacking his dad? 

If this wasn't a Genjutsu world, then he had to be dreaming.

At that moment, Ichikishimahime's sweet and clear voice suddenly rang out in the living room: 

"Do you need me to take care of these two for you?" 

The argument between Fugaku and Mikoto instantly stopped. Both of them turned their heads toward Sasuke at the same time, their Three-Tomoe Sharingan spinning slowly. 

Sasuke's eye twitched again. 

He watched as his father and mother instantly appeared in front of him, shielding him while scanning the living room with their Sharingan. 

"That voice just now... had killing intent," Fugaku said seriously. 

Mikoto nodded. "But the Sharingan can't see where she is." 

Mikoto let out a cold laugh. "Impressive. You actually managed to sneak into the Uchiha clan leader's home without making a sound." 

Fugaku nodded. "Mikoto is right." 

The room remained silent, except for Sasuke, who was being held expressionlessly in their arms. 

Just as Sasuke was about to explain, he heard Mikoto speak again. 

"Since you dared to come, why are you hiding? Or do you think you're no match for us?" 

Fugaku nodded. "Mikoto is right." 

Sasuke: "..." 

So in this world, my father is a pushover, while my mother is as fierce as Aunt Kushina? 

And earlier, they were saying my brother is rebellious and my younger brother is a flirt… This is ridiculous. What kind of mess is this? 

Sasuke had so many complaints stuck in his throat that he didn't know whether to swallow them or say them out loud. 

But since these were still his parents, he decided to just let it go. 

Sasuke gave up and went with the flow. 

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