Naruto: If I ask you to kill Sasuke, you will become a succubus?

Sasuke's mood suddenly brightened.

He sat in the bridal shop, chin propped up, waiting patiently for her to try on wedding dress after dress, but none of them was more stunning than the first one.

After confirming that it was the first wedding dress, Chaolu changed into her own clothes and left with Sasuke.

He couldn't help but ask, "Because it's in your imagination? Logically speaking, the person who accompanies the bride to try on the wedding dress can easily be mistaken for the groom, right?"

Asaro looked up at him in silence, but Sasuke saw their reflections in the glass of the window.

The same black hair, black eyes, cold white skin...

There is indeed a high probability that they will be mistaken for siblings.

Sasuke: "...Tsk, forget it."

He said sullenly, "Okay, let's go back."

But Chaolu did not move.

"Why? Want to try something else?"

Zhaolu shook her head. "Actually, I haven't figured out how to get to the wedding after I've decided on the wedding dress. That's the responsibility of the wedding company, but at my age, it would be strange to ask the wedding company. They won't accept me."

"Then," Sasuke said immediately, "the wedding is temporarily cancelled?"

Chaolu didn't speak.

She looked inside the store, where the staff were rehanging the wedding dress she had just tried on.

Those beautiful clothes that had been clinging to her skin just now seemed to have nothing to do with her anymore after they were taken off her body.

Chaolu suddenly said: "I'm running low on chakra."

Sasuke was stunned.

He had become accustomed to the vividness of everything here, as if he was really living in another real Konoha. Moreover, since Chaolu had said before that she wanted him to participate in her life, he naturally thought that her chakra was still sufficient.

"then you……"

"I still haven't figured out the wedding, so there's only one last thing left, and I have to do it."

"what?"

Chaolu hesitated for a moment before saying, "--Funeral."

"Even if you say you want to participate in your life... is it necessary to imagine your own funeral?" Sasuke frowned: "Should I become an old man to pay tribute to you?"

"I'm not fantasizing about my own funeral," Chaolu said. "I'm fantasizing about my parents' funeral... I want to attend Rin and Obito's funeral."

Sasuke looked at her in shock, not expecting such an answer at all.

His voice was hoarse: "Have you... asked about the funeral procedures?"

Chaolu shook her head, she grabbed Sasuke's hand and ran quickly towards home.

While running, Sasuke felt that his height had grown again, and Chaolu's face became more mature, transforming from a girl into a beautiful adult woman.

When they arrived at the door of their home, the sun had already set and the street lights had been turned on on both sides of the street, but the house, which was always lit with warm lights in the past, was still in darkness.

Both of them had already guessed what had happened, so they stood there looking at this strange home, without moving a muscle.

For Sasuke, those dark memories of the funeral were even more depressing and suffocating than the last time he saw Uchiha Itachi.

It was a long, dull pain that would occasionally make him feel as if a part of his body was being torn away.

Not long ago, when they went out, Lin smiled and told them to "be careful on the road", but now, is she gone?

Obito is a reckless guy. Although he is very busy at work, he always brings some gifts for his family every time he comes back.

Whenever he had free time, he would stay at home, either practicing with Chaolu, helping Lin with housework, cooking with her, or lying on the corridor and reading leisurely.

Will he never come back?

Chaolu wanted to go forward and open the door, but Sasuke grabbed her hand forcefully.

He whispered, "Why do you want to do this?"

"I have never had parents from the beginning," Chaolu looked straight at the door of her home. "Even if I fantasize about my parents and living with them, they are not there in reality. So I think if I experience my parents' funeral in my imagination, then in reality, I may feel that I once had parents, but I lost them later, rather than never having them from the beginning."

After she finished speaking, she paused and added, "And...if we grow up, we will have to face this day, right? Our parents will grow old and die before us...it's better than us dying in battle before them."

Sasuke was shocked and angry and said, "From the beginning, you wanted me to attend this instead of the wedding, right!?"

Chaolu turned to look at him.

Sasuke said angrily, "Because out of all the people you know, I'm the only one who's been through a parent's funeral, right!?"

"How did you get through it? How did you feel at the time? How does it feel to have parents and then lose them?"

"How dare you bring this up in front of me!?!?"

He glared at Chaolu, not understanding why she couldn't even bear to make the imaginary Shino sad, but could poke his scar so unscrupulously.

Zhaolu pulled her arm out of his grasp: "This is my parents' funeral, you don't have to attend."

She turned and opened the door.

The room was very quiet, with no lights on and complete darkness.

It was like that night when Naruto took her to his house for the first time.

She felt for the light switch on the wall, and with a crisp "click", the familiar living room lit up, but there was no sign of Rin and Obito anywhere.

The recliner where Obito often read in the corridor was gone, the kitchen was deserted and there were no more prepared meals when he came home, the washing machine and dryer in the laundry room that always made a humming sound were now silent, and all the daily necessities in Rin and Obito's room had disappeared, as if they had been put away and sealed, never to be used again.

Chaolu's hand slipped from the switch and she turned to look at Sasuke who was standing outside the door glaring at her.

"Even if I lose it in the end, at least I once had it," Chaolu looked at him and said calmly, "I envy you."

Sasuke gritted his teeth.

"Are you in pain? Will the pain of losing everything... make people lose their minds? No one understands better than you how painful it is to lose everything... Do you... think it doesn't matter if you inflict such pain on others?"

Except for the area where they were, the street they were running towards, and the scenery in the distance had become completely blurred and completely obliterated in the darkness.

Chaolu's chakra is no longer able to construct such a large scene.

She opened the door and ran upstairs. Sasuke stood at the door, clenched his fists, but still chased her in.

He followed Chaolu up to the second floor and saw her open Rin and Obito's room. It was empty, and she walked to the center of the room and squatted down.

Sasuke walked behind her, looked down at her, and said in a muffled voice: "What are you doing?"

"If I squat on the ground, put my upper body close to my knees, and wrap my arms around myself, I will feel like I am in my mother's arms." Chaolu replied, "I want to end this illusion this way."

"Idiot? You?"

Chaolu lowered her head and buried her face in her arms.

"That's not how funerals work, idiot!" Sasuke pulled her arms away and forced her to turn her head and look at him.

His voice trembled slightly. "There will be many people attending the funeral! Some of them were once their companions, friends, subordinates, teachers... but you will feel that each of them is so strange, and you have no idea what connection they have with the dead. When you look at them, you can't help but wonder, why are they still alive, but my family is dead?"

"No matter how many people are around you, caring about you, looking at you, talking to you, you know it feels different! People say that funerals allow people to say goodbye to the deceased properly. The meaning of the sense of ceremony is to make you get used to their departure."

"But it's impossible to get used to it! There will be no one at home, and you will hate staying at home more and more. But where else can you go except here? No matter where you are, you are an outsider!"

"Every night, you would hear a slight noise somewhere in the house, and then you would wake up suddenly, confused and panicked, wondering if the murderer had returned and if you were finally going to die. You were also eager that maybe something was wrong, and if it was just a nightmare, and everyone was still alive? Mom and Dad were sleeping in their own room, and my brother must have just returned home after completing his mission—"

Big tears fell down Chaolu's face, but she knew that they were not her tears.

She opened her arms towards Sasuke and he threw himself into her arms. It was hard to tell whether he was hugging her tightly or she was hugging him tightly.

"What on earth is there to be envious of——!!!"

The illusion collapsed at this moment.