Naruto: Naruto's Uchiha girlfriend is too arrogant

Chapter 602 The Real Naruto Uzumaki

Naruto finally found out where he was. The world of Naruto the Movie: Road to Ninja, also known as the "Limited Tsukuyomi," is a place where many things are the opposite of the normal world.

For example, there's Shino, who hates insects, Kiba, who loves cats, and Sakura, the daughter of the Hokage.

The Fourth Hokage of this world, the one who sacrificed himself in the Nine-Tails' attack, was not Minato Namikaze, but rather Sakura Haruno's father, Haruno Cho, the man with starfish-like hair.

In this world, Minato Namikaze and Kushina Uzumaki lived peacefully as ordinary ninjas, without sacrifice or the burden of Hokage duties.

In other words, this world is truly a parallel universe, not some kind of illusionary world.

Naruto wondered to himself, but something felt off. This world was different from the "Limited Tsukuyomi" world. In the movie, Sasuke Uchiha in that world was a playboy who spent all his time surrounded by women, which was completely different from the cold and aloof Sasuke in front of him.

Sasuke led Naruto and Satsuki to a dessert shop. Warm yellow lights shone down from above, and the air was filled with the sweet aroma of cream and syrup.

"One large parfait, extra sugar."

Sasuke finished speaking to the waiter with a blank expression, which was completely out of place with the words "large parfait" and "high sugar".

He pushed the order towards Naruto and Satsuki without saying a word, but the meaning of the gesture was clear—you can order whatever you want to eat.

His expression remained indifferent, as if he didn't know them well, but the intention to treat them was written all over his cold face; he just didn't want to say it.

Naruto and Satsuki only ordered two cups of milk tea. They weren't really in the mood to eat anything right now.

This is also what Naruto finds strange. The original Sasuke was an iceberg, uninterested in women, with only power, revenge, and Naruto in his eyes. So, the Sasuke in that world became a playboy, glib, and flirting with girls everywhere. But the Sasuke in front of him has a similar attitude to the original Sasuke.

Naruto thought to himself, "Why are some of the world's plot twists reversed while others aren't?"

"Sorry to keep you waiting, your large parfait is here. Please enjoy."

A waiter approached carrying a huge glass, piled high with ice cream, cream, fruit, nuts, and chocolate sauce. He placed it steadily in front of Sasuke.

Sasuke nodded, then picked up the spoon without hesitation, elegantly scooped a spoonful from the top of the parfait, and put it in his mouth.

He ate with great grace, his back ramrod straight, his wrist never touching the table. When he scooped up food with the spoon, he would gently twist his wrist, bring it to his mouth, part his lips slightly, hold the spoon in his mouth, and then pull the spoon out cleanly and efficiently. That kind of eating style was very much the mark of a young master from a prominent family.

But the parfait was visibly dropping.

"Do you...like eating this kind of thing?"

Satsuki looked at the parfait and felt a sudden ache in her teeth. The cloyingly sweet image made her instinctively uncomfortable. She hated desserts, and just by looking at the parfait in front of Sasuke, the sugar content alone was enough to make her faint.

"What's wrong? What I eat is none of your business, is it?" Sasuke didn't even lift his eyelids, continuing to scoop from the parfait with his spoon.

The waiter, however, smiled and took over the conversation. He seemed to know Sasuke well, and was trying to ease the awkwardness. "Haha, of course, miss. Young Master Sasuke has been a regular customer since he was a child; he comes to eat almost every day."

"Especially all kinds of desserts, whether it's donuts, parfaits, or puddings, as long as it's a dessert, young master Sasuke will try it all. It's really enviable that he can eat so many desserts and still be so thin."

As Satsuki listened, she felt her teeth starting to cavity. She saw Sasuke sprinkle another layer of sugar on the parfait.

White powdered sugar drifted down from the sugar jar, landing on the ice cream and cream, making it look cloyingly sweet.

"Excuse me... what is that?"

Naruto finally couldn't help but speak up. Ever since he entered this street, his gaze had been drawn to that strange thing on the side of the street.

Sasuke looked in the direction of his finger, without even blinking.

"That's a statue of the First Hokage."

"...I know that's a statue of the First Hokage. But why is it placed at the entrance of the casino?"

"It seems you don't have this tradition where you're from."

Sasuke's tone carried a hint of arrogance, but his expression remained unchanged. "Just some boring historical record."

"Legend has it that the First Hokage, as a ninja who pacified the chaotic world, had a well-known hobby: gambling. However, for some reason, the First Hokage's luck in gambling was comparable to his strength, creating countless legends in the gambling world, and he never lost a single time."

"Therefore, gamblers revered the First Hokage as the God of Gamblers, and would worship his statue before each bet, praying for good luck and protection."

"..."

Naruto didn't know what to say. In his world, the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju, always lost at gambling. It was a "bloodline curse" that even Tsunade inherited. He lost everything, was burdened with debt, and earned the title of "the legendary fat sheep."

In this world, "always losing at gambling" becomes "always winning at gambling," the worst-performing player becomes a gambling god, and losing everything becomes winning big.

Alright, Naruto sighed inwardly. Even the First Hokage had been turned upside down. Now he was more concerned about something else: how to find out about "Uzumaki Naruko" and accomplish the purpose of Sasuke's trip.

"Has anything major happened in Konoha lately?" Naruto asked casually.

"Why are you asking this?"

Naruto understood. Sure enough, such a sensitive question couldn't be answered directly, but Sasuke's reaction itself was an answer; he hesitated.

If nothing has really happened recently, he will simply say "no" or "what's it to you?" instead of stopping to ask questions.

This indicates that something significant has indeed happened in Konoha recently, and it's the kind of thing that's not convenient to tell outsiders.

"You probably don't have a boyfriend/girlfriend."

Suddenly, Zuo Yue spoke. She wasn't asking a question; she was stating a fact that she believed she had already confirmed.

"What?"

Sasuke froze. His spoon stopped in mid-air, and he didn't react.

"I have my doubts," Satsuki said calmly. "Your personality is really awful. Do any girls even like you?"

"I have no interest in talking about such boring things."

Sasuke's voice was colder than before, and Naruto noticed that the tips of Sasuke's ears were slightly red. Not a shy red, but... a warm, gentle red.

"That's true, I was just being redundant." Zuo Yue nodded. "You're quite frigid. Even if there are outstanding girls around you, given your personality, they probably wouldn't like you."

"Snapped!"

A sharp crack. The spoon in Zuo Zhu's hand broke. The metal handle bent at an unnatural angle between his fingers, then snapped in two with a "crack."

"What right do you have to talk about my affairs?" Sasuke slowly stood up, his chair sliding backward with a sharp creak. "Do you think the pride of the Uchiha clan can be trampled on so easily?"

Naruto understood Satsuki's provocation. Although Naruto unconditionally protected Satsuki and would stand by her side no matter what she did, it was indeed Satsuki who started it.

Naruto quickly stood up, his hand already outstretched, ready to say something like, "Don't get agitated, that's not what she meant," to smooth things over.

"Sasuke? What are you doing?"

Suddenly, a voice rang out from behind Sasuke. It was a female voice, high-pitched, with a natural, unforced brightness and clarity.

Naruto glanced over instinctively. His gaze passed over Sasuke's shoulder and landed on the figure at the shop entrance.

At that moment, unexpectedly, the conditions were met under unusual circumstances.

Golden twin ponytails hung down from the sides of her ears, the ends slightly curled, shimmering with a honey-like luster under the warm yellow light.

With fair skin and delicate features, her eyes and brows possess a charm that lies between a young girl and a mature woman, combining the innocence of a young girl with the composure of an adult woman.

And those eyes, blue, the exact same blue as his eyes.

The conditions are met. This is it, this is the person, the real "Naruko Uzumaki" who grew up as a girl that Satsuki has been searching for.

It wasn't a puppet, it wasn't an illusion, and Zuo Yue's eyes lit up. But she immediately suppressed it.

Sasuke turned his head and saw that figure. The chilling anger that had been surging around him just moments before dissipated silently, as if a valve had been turned off.

For a fleeting moment, a crack appeared on his cold, aloof expression. Beneath that crack, instead of anger or indifference, lay... how to put it, bewilderment.

"...Mai? You...why are you here?"

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(Menma and Mai, their names seem more reasonable now, right?)