Naruto: I was reborn as Uchiha Sasuke

The next morning, the dazzling sunlight penetrated the window without hindrance, pouring into the room wantonly and wildly, forming bright and blazing spots of light that were almost burning. Several members of the Anbu, who were as tall as pine trees, appeared at the door of Sasuke's ward at the exact moment. They looked solemn and dignified, holding a heavy package in their hands steadily. The package seemed to carry the weight of the whole world. It contained the list of the Uchiha clan's assets and the list of victims.

This is undoubtedly a document that carries a heavy history and endless painful memories. It is like a silent but shocking history book, silently recording the Uchiha family's former glory and its tragic and heartbreaking destruction.

Sasuke sat quietly on the hospital bed, his eyes as calm as a bottomless lake, so deep that it was hard to fathom the ripples in his heart. When the Anbu member handed him the package, his outstretched hand trembled slightly. The tremor was extremely subtle, like a fallen leaf in the wind, and it was almost imperceptible if you didn't observe carefully, but he soon regained his composure with his strong willpower. The moment he took the package, a trace of indescribable pain flashed across his eyes. The pain was as fleeting as a meteor that streaked through the night sky, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch. He pursed his slightly pale lips and took a deep breath, as if to force the surging emotions into the abyss of his heart.

This pain does not come from physical pain, but from the unhealed scars deep in his heart being ruthlessly opened again. Although Sasuke is no longer the ignorant, fragile, and vulnerable boy in the original work, the memories of the past are still deeply imprinted in his soul like a ghost, and he can't get rid of them. He knows in his heart that he must bravely face this unbearable past. Only in this way can he truly let go of the burden of the past and move firmly towards the unknown future.

"It seems that the influence of the original man still exists on me..." Sasuke sighed in his heart. But there was no worry in his eyes, he just shook his head gently, because he firmly believed that he had enough wisdom and ability to overcome these potential influences. He swore secretly: "Don't worry, I will properly deal with the murderers of the genocide - Uchiha Itachi, Obito, and the Konoha high-level hidden behind the scenes!"

Sasuke quickly completed the discharge procedures and set out on the road to find the Third Hokage Sarutobi Hiruzen without hesitation. Along the way, his clenched fists turned white and his veins bulged because of the force. He clearly felt the strange looks and whispers of the villagers around him. Those words full of speculation and suspicion were like sharp blades, ruthlessly piercing his heart again and again. He couldn't help but think of the suicide of Konoha White Fang. A deep sense of helplessness and sadness surged in his heart, and his footsteps became heavier.

"These ignorant villagers are really chilling." Sasuke whispered to himself, his voice full of anger and disappointment. He knew that to change this cruel world, it was not only necessary to be strong enough to be invincible, but also to fundamentally change people's narrow-minded ideas and superficial cognition. In the future, when reforming the ninja world, we must vigorously strengthen basic education so that people will no longer blindly believe in so-called authority, and no longer easily believe those unfounded rumors and gossip. Only in this way can we avoid similar tragedies from happening again.

Sasuke finally arrived at the Hokage building. The guard at the door had a look of awe and regret. He walked straight to the door of the Third Hokage's office, took a deep breath, raised his hand, and knocked gently on the door.

"Come in." The familiar and steady voice of the third generation came from inside the room.

Sasuke pushed the door open and walked in. The Third Hokage was concentrating on the documents in his hands. He looked up when he heard the sound.

"Third-generation sama..." Sasuke began, bowing slightly, his expression respectful yet with a hint of stubbornness, like a plum blossom standing tall in the cold winter.

"Ah, Sasuke, you're here. Are you feeling better? Don't be so serious, just call me grandpa." The Sandai put down the documents in his hand, smiled kindly, waved to Sasuke, and asked with concern. That smile was like the warm sunshine in spring, trying to warm Sasuke's cold heart.

"Well, much better. Thank you for your concern, Grandpa Sandai." Sasuke replied, taking a few steps forward and looking at the Sandai with firm eyes, like a warrior about to go to battle.

"That's good. The recovery ability of young people is amazing. What's the matter with you coming to see me this time?" Sandai asked with a smile, his eyes full of anticipation, as if he was waiting for a surprise.

"Grandpa Sandaime, I want to tell you something. This is the list of the Uchiha clan's assets, please take a look." Sasuke said, solemnly handing the document to Sandaime with both hands. The action was so solemn as if he was performing a sacred ceremony.

The third generation took the document, read it carefully and said, "Sasuke, do you want to sell all these properties?"

"Yes, Grandpa Sandaime. Except for the Nanga Shrine, the Uchiha family's training ground and my home, I want to sell all other properties to Konoha. I hope to get a fair and reasonable price." Sasuke said in a firm tone, looking straight at the Sandaime, without flinching, as if defending his last dignity.

The third generation was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly and said, "Okay, since you have made a careful decision, I will help you with this matter. However, we still need to discuss the price in detail."

"I understand, Third Generation Grandpa. As long as the price is fair and reasonable." Sasuke nodded in agreement, his hands hanging naturally at his sides. He seemed relaxed, but he was actually nervous inside.

"Well, I'll tell you the details after I discuss it with other people in the village. By the way, why do you suddenly want to sell these properties?" Sandai asked curiously, with a searching look in his eyes, as if he was digging out a deep-buried secret.

"Because I don't want these properties to fall into the hands of people with ulterior motives, and with my current abilities, I really can't manage them properly. So I think it's best to sell them to Konoha Village, so that it can be regarded as a final contribution to the family." Sasuke explained, his expression serious and solemn, as if he was making a solemn oath.

The third generation sighed, with a trace of regret in his eyes: "Sasuke, you are such a sensible child. But you should also pay attention to rest at all times and don't let yourself be too tired. After all, you are only 7 years old now, and it is the time for you to grow up healthily." As he said that, he stretched out his hand and patted Sasuke's shoulder gently. His action was full of the care of an elder, like a spring breeze on his face.

"Okay, I understand, Grandpa Sandaime. Thank you for your concern." Sasuke said gratefully and bowed slightly to show his respect. His posture seemed as if he was bowing to fate, but at the same time, he revealed an unyielding stubbornness.

"One more thing, Grandpa Sandaime. I plan to find a new place to live, and open a shop on a busy street." Sasuke continued, his eyes filled with anticipation and longing for the future, like the twinkling stars in the night sky.

"Oh? What kind of store do you want to open?" The third generation asked curiously, leaning forward slightly, showing great interest, as if he was attracted by Sasuke's idea.

"I haven't thought about it yet, but I want to do something that I like and is useful to everyone. Like selling some exquisite trinkets or practical stationery." Sasuke replied with a smile, and there was a hint of childish innocence in that smile, like a flower blooming in the morning.

The Sandaime nodded and smiled with satisfaction, "Not bad, Sasuke. It's good that you have your own ideas and are brave enough to pursue them. If you need any help in the process, you can always come to me."

"Thank you, Grandpa Sandaime." Sasuke said gratefully, his eyes sparkling with emotion, like gems in tears.

"Sasuke, I will arrange someone to assist you in handling business matters. I will also do my best to help you find a new residence and shop. Do you have any other requests?" Sarutobi Hiruzen asked with concern, his eyes full of kindness, as if he wanted to give all the warmth to this injured child.

"Thank you, Grandpa Sanda. I still need to take a week off to handle and sort out family affairs." Sasuke bowed his head slightly, full of gratitude. His posture was humble yet firm.

"Okay, go back and have a good rest. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me." The Sandaime smiled and waved his hand, motioning Sasuke to leave. That smile was full of encouragement and expectation.

Sasuke bowed solemnly to the Third Hokage, then turned and left the Hokage's office with firm and powerful steps, as if every step was towards a new journey.

"I hope this child can face the future life with strength." The Third Generation whispered to himself, his eyes lingering for a long time in the direction where Sasuke left. His heart was full of blessings and expectations for this child, just like a kind elder's deep concern for his juniors.

Sarutobi Hiruzen watched Sasuke's back as he left, and sighed inwardly. He understood that Sasuke made this decision in order to do his utmost to protect the Uchiha clan's assets from being maliciously taken away by others, and also to find a way for himself to survive and develop. However, the child still had a long way to go in the future, full of unknown challenges and hardships. Whether he could overcome all obstacles and move towards a bright future was still an unknown...

After Sasuke left the Hokage Building, he had a lot of thoughts in his mind. He knew that the road ahead was full of uncertainty, but he was ready to face everything.