A child; Sasuke's flickering chakra, the faintest brush that a little one probably would not even feel, told him that much, but couldn't tell him much more. He had no way to recognize that it was his own features, baby-round, looking at him; his memory of what he looked like at such an age was not good enough.

He considered ignoring, walking by, but he was disoriented, unsure. So instead, he paused. "Child. What village is this?"