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The Rinnegan. All powerful doujutsu. Very few have ever been able to obtain one.
Sasuke happens to be one of those people.
Yes, it took a lot of pain (he did almost die for it) and a lot of suffering (his entire clan is dead and all he has to show for it is an eye), and he can’t even say it was worth it. However, there are a lot of things the Rinnegan can do.
Some just think it’s a better Sharingan. Those people are wrong, and ought to base their opinions on facts.
The Rinnegan, while yes, one does need to have the Sharingan to have the Rinnegan, is fundamentally different from it.
Sasuke only has one Rinnegan, and that’s enough for him.
The Rinnegan bathes the world in monochrome. Everything is gray. Light gray, dark gray, some occasional black and white here, chakra signatures there, and boom. That’s the Rinnegan.
The Rinnegan can’t just see Chakra signatures, it sees the colours. Different types of Chakra natures will naturally have different colours to accompany them.
For example, an infant whose Chakra pathways are still developing would be a calm blue and, depending on their future natures, have a different feel to it.
Lighting Chakra is prickly, cold but hot at the same time. Think of pouring way too hot water over your foot. It’s so hot, it’s cold. That’s the feeling Sasuke gets from Lighting Chakra. Of course, his senses are enhanced due to the copious amount of Nature Chakra that seems to always gravitate towards him, but that’s a different thing in and of itself.
Fire Chakra is hot and sometimes can feel as though someone sprayed pepper spray on his skin. Though, the pepper spray effect normally only happens when someone is trying to forcefully inject their chakra into his pathways and kill him because of it. Otherwise, Fire Chakra feels like a warm flame in front of your face, warming up your nose.
Sasuke can sit here all day and talk about the different Chakra natures and how they feel, but that’s really not why he’s thinking about the Rinnegan in the first place.
No, it’s because Sasuke seems to be in a predicament.
He’s not in Suna, which is where he went to bed the previous night.
This would normally be fine, the Rinnegan has teleported him to different nations before, but this is different.
Sasuke isn’t in the Elemental Nations.
None of the Elemental Nations have buildings quite like this, people quite like this. Sure, Ame is weird, but this is really pushing it. These people don’t have Chakra signatures, they shouldn’t be alive.
The Rinnegan had never teleported him somewhere he hasn’t already been.
Sasuke takes a few deep breaths to steady himself.
He’s dangerously low on Chakra, and it isn’t regenerating as fast as it should.
His body is also rapidly deaging. What the fuck.
Sasuke should be about 19. Apparently, someone thinks otherwise, because he can feel himself shrinking.
Which is alarming, because Sasuke was only average height to begin with. He doesn’t want to get shorter.
“Hey kid, are you alright?” A guy in a weird outfit kneels in front of him. He looks like a robot on steroids.
Holy shit. He’s shrunk. And he’s wearing that stupid outfit from his time with Orochimaru. Sasuke hates that outfit.
Has he lost his Rinnegan? He can’t have, right?
He shoves the weirdly dressed man and runs into the streets.
Oh Gods. Everyone is weird.
Sasuke knows it isn’t a genjutsu, his Sharingan makes sure of that, but could it have been Tsukuyomi? No. There isn’t anyone alive who’s able to perform that other than him.
So what’s going on?
Sasuke turns to face the glass of a store and feels relief wash over him.
He still has his Rinnegan, so he still has a chance of going home.
“Kid?” Oh. The weird man again.
“I am not a child.” Sasuke snaps, then immediately wrinkles his nose. He sounds just as broody as his 15/16 year old self.
“Really? How old are you then?”
“I’m an adult.”
“You don’t look like an adult.”
“You don’t look sane, but I’m not saying anything.” Sasuke grumbles.
The hero furrows his eyebrows. “What were you doing in that alleyway?”
“The fuck should I know?” Sasuke mutteres, his mouth moving on autopilot.
“You’ve got quite the vocabulary.”
Sasuke resists the urge to glare at him. He can’t ask the man anything because that would make him seem out of place.
Do they have libraries here?
“Where are your parents?”
That’s when it dawns on Sasuke, this man doesn’t recognize him. Sasuke inhales slowly. “Why?”
“I’ll take you to them.”
“Lead the way then.” Sasuke says with false cheer. “Off to the cemetery.”
The hero stops in his tracks. “Oh.”
“Where am I?” Sasuke asks.
“Mustafu, Japan.”
What?
Now, Sasuke prides himself on his geography skills. He’s been pretty much everywhere in the Elemental Nations, so it would be hard not to have a good directional sense.
He can tell you the names and capitals of the 5 nations, and most, if not all, of the capitals of the smaller nations. He can name all the islands in the United Islands Republic, but never, not even once, has he ever heard someone mention a “Japan.”
So, with one option left, Sasuke is forced to consider the impossible.
Dimensional travel.
Shit.