Bulma's suggestion was something Uchiha Hikari had already considered.
Even the "Four Red Yang Formation," cast by the combined might of four Hokage, could be shattered by the Ten-Tails. The seal on her? Nowhere near that level. At best, it was a souped-up version of the "Four Violet Flames Formation." If someone threw enough power at it, breaking it from the inside wasn't impossible.
But the real issue was…
What happens *after* that?
Uchiha Hikari had no clue how deep she was buried. If the seal broke and tons of rock came crashing down, she'd be flattened into a pancake.
Not every Uchiha gets lucky enough to be saved by a grandpa like Kenji was.
**[Bulma: Hmm… that's not too hard to fix. I could whip up a device and send it over to scan the soil around you. Then, based on the data, I'd make a bomb for a controlled blast. By the way, are you a boy or a girl? Have you *really* been sealed for over a hundred years? Can humans even survive that long?]**
**[Nameless: I…]**
Uchiha Hikari hesitated, sidestepping the gender question.
**[Nameless: Because of the seal, my body's functions were basically frozen for a long time. It's like my lifespan got stretched out.]**
**[Bulma: That sounds kinda wild! I'd love to study it…]**
**[Nameless: If you can get me out of here, I'll send you some blood samples. Maybe even some sealing jutsu info. Actually… you cool with testing out this "travel" function for me? It might not take as long as we think.]**
**[Bulma: Huh?]**
…
**Dragon Ball World, West City**
Bulma, dressed in comfy loungewear, was lying on her bed, doing crunches while staring at the chat interface in her mind.
As a genius girl raised around cutting-edge tech, Bulma had no trouble accepting weird stuff like a chat group. Dimension-hopping communication? Sure, why not. But point-to-point teleportation? That was a whole other level. If something like *that* was possible…
"That's gotta be a hundred times harder than time travel!" she muttered.
Still…
Worth a shot!
The same Bulma who'd ventured out alone to hunt for Dragon Balls wasn't about to shy away from meeting an online "friend." She was just… curious.
"This 'Nameless' person… are they a guy? Are they hot? If they're some kind of prince charming…"
Lost in her daydreams, Bulma barely noticed the notifications.
**[Nameless has started a group live stream]**
**[Nameless has requested to enter Bulma's world. Accept?]**
**[Bulma has started a group live stream]**
**[Bulma has accepted the request]**
A few lines of text flashed by.
In the top-right corner of the chat window, two small video feeds popped up. With a thought, you could open them to see Uchiha Hikari and Bulma's surroundings.
One feed showed a dark, eerie underground space, faintly lit by the glow of a sealing jutsu, just enough to reveal the edge of a coffin.
The other showed a tech-filled girl's bedroom, where blue-haired Bulma stood.
Then, in an instant—
Uchiha Hikari's live feed flickered. With a *whoosh*, she vanished from the coffin, leaving behind layers of glowing seals. At the same moment, Bulma's feed shook slightly, and a new figure appeared.
**[Eienni妹: !]**
If Namikaze Minato had any lingering doubts about the chat group during their earlier talks, they were gone now. This ability—teleporting instantly, bypassing seals without hand signs—was beyond any normal ninja. Whoever or *whatever* could pull this off… they weren't human.
"A creation of the gods…?" Minato murmured.
Meanwhile…
Bulma's eyes went wide, brimming with curiosity as she stared at Uchiha Hikari. "So you're a girl! You look so… young!"
"…Can I borrow a mirror?" Hikari asked.
Thanks to being sealed in a coffin right after crossing over, Uchiha Hikari hadn't seen her full appearance. Her predecessor's memories didn't help much either—mirrors weren't exactly common in the Warring States era of the Naruto world. For someone raised as a "weapon," luxuries like that were out of reach.
But now…
*Splash—*
Hikari scooped up water and splashed her face, then looked up.
A pale, delicate face stared back. She looked like a girl of twelve or thirteen, with refined features and long, flowing hair. She wore a deep blue Warring States-style dress, its hem torn from a past battle, revealing an ankle bound by shackles. Her bare feet were small and delicate, almost graspable in one hand.
As she walked, the shackles scraped against the floor, making soft, crisp clinks.
"Sharingan!"
Hikari closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again.
As chakra surged, her dark pupils bloomed with crimson, three tomoe spinning like liquid, faintly forming the shape of a pinwheel. They gleamed like rubies.
"Man, I look *good*," Hikari said, a smirk tugging at her lips. Her frustration from being forcibly transmigrated melted away a bit.
I mean, who *wouldn't* love a cute, young Uchiha girl with a pair of Mangekyou Sharingan?
Yup, you heard that right.
Uchiha Hikari had the Mangekyou Sharingan, and her abilities were no joke. Thanks to her unique physique, she'd undergone several transplant surgeries during her time as a clan "weapon," granting her multiple dojutsu powers.
First was "Engraved Tsukuyomi," similar to Uchiha Itachi's Tsukuyomi. It let her mark someone with a seal and pull them into an illusion space from any distance.
Second was an upgraded "Amaterasu," more versatile than the standard version, closer to Sasuke's "Blaze Release: Kagutsuchi."
Third was her original ability, "Yachihoko," awakened by her predecessor. It allowed her to mark someone, then drain or manipulate their chakra and spirit, or share her own chakra with others.
In theory, Hikari's baseline strength was on par with Uchiha Itachi during his Akatsuki days. Her ceiling? Mark everyone in the ninja world, absorb their chakra in one go, and become a discount version of the God Tree, inching close to Six Paths-level power.
*In theory.*
The sheer effort of placing that many seals was absurd, and even if she pulled it off, her body probably couldn't handle the chakra overload. She'd likely end up like Might Guy after the Eighth Gate—burning bright, then crashing hard.
Still, Hikari was pretty satisfied with her new body.
If only she could be a *bit* older.
And no, she meant *age*, not… other measurements.
"All good, Hikari?" Bulma's voice called from outside.
"Yup." Hikari dried her hands and stepped out of the bathroom.
Bulma looked her over, her eyes lingering on the shackles. "Alright, let's start by getting those chains off. Then I'll run a full check-up on you. We'll deal with the bomb-making later."
**(End of Chapter)**