Reborn as Sasuke Uchiha: The Fallen Uchiha

Part- 3

After a moment of initial panic, I took a deep breath, centering myself before focusing on Iruka Sensei's lesson. As the class concluded, I stepped outside during our lunch break, seeking solace under the shade of a tree. Sunlight flickered through the leaves, dappling the ground where I sat beneath a tree. My stomach growled a lonely melody. Today, lunch had stayed nestled in my clan house, leaving me to meditate and hone my sensory abilities beneath the open sky.

Suddenly, a pink and blonde whirlwind materialized before me. Sakura and Ino, lunchboxes held aloft like flags, descended upon me. "Sasuke-kun," Sakura chirped, eyes sparkling with concern, "I bet you're famished! I brought you lunch!"

Ino scoffed, pushing her own bento forward. "No way, Sasuke-kun, take mine! Her food's as bland as her personality."

Their bickering, a familiar symphony, grated on my already raw nerves. Had they rehearsed this lunch-offering drama, their voices harmonizing in perfect discord? A sardonic smile twisted my lips.

"Appreciate the concern," I managed to mutter, a smirk twisting my lips more in annoyance than amusement. "But can't accept. Break's almost over. Gotta go."

With that, I excused myself, leaving them bickering behind. Back in class, history droned on about chakra and ninjutsu, but my attention drifted like a leaf in the wind. It landed, inevitably, on the rumbling in my stomach. A distant echo as my stomach rumbled a fierce battle cry.

With a discreet poke, I pleaded with Choji's chip-laden bag. "Spare some? Double tomorrow, promise."

He considered it, eyes narrowed like a miniature strategist. "Sharing is caring, but these bad boys have my name written all over them."

A sigh and a future potato fortune secured, I stashed my salvation. Hinata, catching my furtive transaction, sent a questioning glance. I muttered about lunch less mornings and rumbling bellies, a truth buried beneath a mountain of secrets.

Then, disaster. Iruka's voice, sharp as a kunai, pierced the droning lecture. "Sasuke, stand up! Are you eating lunch in class?"

My jaw, mid-chew, froze. "No, Sensei," I lied, chips like sandpaper in my throat. "It was, uh... jaw exercise."

(Well I technically didn't lie. It was not my lunch. It was chips and they were borrowed.)

A skeptical eyebrow arched. "You don't have to lie, Sasuke. Just apologize. No punishment or scolding."

"Not lying," I insisted, voice firm but heart hammering. "Not eating..."

Iruka sighed, exasperation battling curiosity on his face. "Fine then, answer this: who created ninjutsu?"

The question landed like a bombshell. Before I could think, the words tumbled out, fueled by a potent mix of nerves and... something else. "Easy. Indra Otsutsuki, eldest son of Hagoromo Otsutsuki, the Sage of Six Paths."

A stunned silence engulfed the room. Iruka's jaw gaped, a fish on land gasping for air, "HAAA! WHAT? Sasuke are you not paying attention? And who told you Sage has sons or that Sage has a name!"

Laughter rippled through the class, Naruto thinking I made a mistake, his roar booming above the whispers and surprised gasps. Girls clutched their pearls, eyes wide with shock. But Shikamaru, Choji, Hinata, and Shino just staring with disbelief.

Panic coiled in my gut. "Of course I know history!" I spluttered. "Everyone knows the Sage has two sons, Indra and Ashura. And what's wrong with his name? Hagoromo Otsutsuki..."

The word, once familiar, tasted foreign on my tongue. A cold dread bloomed in my chest. I'd messed up. Big time. No one in Naruto verse knows about it!

Iruka, still dazed, finally found his voice. "Quiet! If what you say is true..." his voice trailed off, skepticism warring with the spark of something else in his eyes. "Where did you hear this? Why doesn't anyone know about Indra or the other son?"