Sasuke Uchiha: Return from the Valley of the End

It wasn’t only his soul that returned from hell. Sasuke Uchiha knelt amid the ruins of Konoha, his daughter’s body growing cold in his arms. His Rinnegan in his right eye was gone, and the Mangekyo in his left was on the verge of shattering. In his ears echoed the Nine-Tails’ final roar, and the silence that followed the life ebbing from the blond idiot who had always stood in front of everyone. The gods of the Otsutsuki main family hovered in the sky, looking down indifferently upon this devastated world. “In the name of Sasuke Uchiha… with the soul of ‘Indra’ as my guide, and all the time in my body as the offering…” Forbidden Technique: Space-Time Self-Destruction! He burned his broken soul for the sake of a one-in-a-billion chance Then he awoke in his twelve-year-old body. Cicadas shrilled outside the window. On the bed beside him, young Naruto snored like thunder. Sasuke clenched his small hand, driving his nails into his flesh, using the pain to confirm this was no dream. He was back. From the end where everything had come to an end, he had returned to the beginning, before the tragedy had started. He carried twenty years of battle memories, the terrifying intelligence about the Otsutsuki main family’s arrival, and the blood and warmth of everyone he had lost. This time, he would no longer chase empty revenge or obsess over proving his strength. He had only one goal: Never let anyone die in front of him again. Especially that dead-last idiot. And yet history had already quietly veered off course