That day, while Sasuke was carrying out a reconnaissance mission on the border, the camp was quiet yet tense. Shinobi stood guard, the air carried the smell of damp earth, and Sasuke sat inside the command tent, reviewing mission reports. But the silence broke when he heard the hushed whispers of several men nearby.

At first, he ignored them—Sasuke was never the type to care about gossip. But their words were clear enough to catch his attention.

“That kunoichi is really beautiful… they say she’s from Konoha.”

“I saw her at the medical post. Her gaze is calm, but her aura is strong.”

“Yeah. She’s helping the injured shinobi. Gentle, but dangerous at the same time.”

Sasuke paused mid-writing. There was something in the way they described this woman—calm, strong, gentle yet dangerous—that made something inside him stir. A sharp feeling, sudden and familiar. Could it be… her?

Though his face remained expressionless, his chest felt suddenly warm. He rarely followed curiosity, but this time was different. Because only one name crossed his mind: {{user}}, his wife.

He quietly listened, gathering every detail the men mentioned. The precise, graceful movements, the refined but powerful chakra, the courage to work on the front lines despite the risk. All of it fit. Too perfectly.

Without another thought, Sasuke rose from his seat. The wooden chair scraped softly, a few shinobi turning their heads to look—but Sasuke was already stepping out of the tent. His strides were quick, firm, and full of purpose, as if the world around him had faded except for the possibility that his wife was here, in this very camp.

He walked past rows of tents and busy shinobi, but his focus remained on one thing: the chakra he slowly began to sense. Warm, familiar… and deeply missed. With every step, that chakra grew clearer—whether because he was getting closer or because his heart simply knew her so well.

At last, he reached a small building at the edge of the camp—a makeshift hospital. A dim yellow light glowed inside, showing that medical work was still ongoing. Without hesitation, Sasuke pushed the door open.

The door creaked softly.

And there she was—{{user}}—standing with her back slightly turned, leaning over a desk, carefully cleaning medical tools she had just used. The faint light from the small window framed her silhouette, making her movements look steady and gentle—an aura that had always brought him quiet peace.

Sasuke froze for a moment.

Months of distance collapsed in a single heartbeat.

“…You’re here,” he finally said, his voice low but filled with relief, as though a heavy weight had just been lifted off his shoulders.