Chapter 94 – The Meeting at Rōran
The desert wind howled softly through the ancient towers of Rōran as five figures landed one after another before Naruto and Queen Sara—Minato in the lead, followed by Shibi, Chōza, Kakashi, and finally Akira.
Sara's eyes widened in alarm. The newcomers were all masked, their presence sharp and heavy with killing intent. Her instincts screamed danger.
Sensing her fear, Naruto gently placed a hand on her shoulder, his voice low and steady—warm like a father comforting his child.
"Hey, it's alright. Don't be scared. They're not enemies."
Sara blinked up at him. His calm blue eyes and soft smile made her heart ease instantly.
The man's aura was unlike anyone she had ever met—bright, protective, and kind.
Naruto stood and turned toward the masked team, keeping his tone casual but composed.
"My name is Naruto Uzumaki. Nice to meet you."
Behind the masks, the team exchanged brief glances.
Akira stepped forward first, lowering his hood slightly. His golden Byakugan flickered faintly in the sunlight as he spoke.
"Hey. My name is Akira Uchiha. So… you're with the man named Sasuke Uchiha, right?"
The moment that name left Akira's mouth, the air shifted.
Minato's eyes narrowed slightly behind his mask. Shibi and Chōza froze for a heartbeat.
Only Kakashi remained calm—he had already now this much about Sasuke appeared earlier . He still remember how that man almost killed Akira. And here he is talking about that man like he as friends with the man almost kill him.
Naruto, however, didn't react with shock. Instead, a faint smile tugged at his lips.
"Yeah. You met him, huh?"
Akira nodded, crossing his arms lightly.
"Yes—but only for a short time. He was in a hurry to find you."
Naruto chuckled softly under his breath.
"Heh. Sounds like him."
Just as the words left his mouth, a faint hum filled the air. The sand shifted around them, and another chakra signature appeared nearby—swift and sharp.
Sasuke landed beside Naruto, his cloak rippling with the wind. His eyes immediately scanned the group before resting on Akira and Kakashi.
For a moment, his brows furrowed. How did they arrive before me?
He'd been weakened by the time travel and had moved manually through the town. Even then, by all logic, he should have arrived first.
And yet—Akira stood there, calm, collected, as if he had been waiting.
The two Uchihas' gazes met—Sasuke's sharp and analyzing, Akira's serene and unreadable.
The wind stilled.
The past and the future stood face to face.
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