In the backyard, Indra moved swiftly, his three tomoe whirling with precision. Each step of his Uchiha taijutsu grew sharper, refined, almost instinctive. The longer he moved, the more his body adapted—faster, smoother, lighter. Hours passed before he collapsed onto the ground, breath ragged, instinctively drawing his chakra into circulation.
'Hmm?' He blinked. His chakra didn't get sucked like before at his abdomen. Instead, it surged—exploding outward. His body froze as raw energy threatened to tear him apart.
A roar of power pulsed through his limbs. His entire frame shuddered as his chakra pathways stretched, tearing and reforging, forcefully expanding. Nine years' worth of stagnant chakra flooded his body in an instant.
Indra gasped, sweat dripping down his brow. Then he felt it—an alien presence humming beneath his skin. His chakra didn't just increase; it multiplied. His capacity swelled twentyfold, a shimmering outer layer wrapping his body like a sheath.
And then… it didn't stop.
Indra's breath caught. The flow wasn't only his. Chakra trickled—no, poured—into him from the world itself.
His eyes widened in horror. 'The black hole… it's creating my chakra.'
And then his horror twisted into awe. A slow, trembling smile curved across his lips as he glared up at the clouded sky.
"Was this… a gift from the gods?"
No answer came. Only the quiet hum of power inside him.
Indra's gaze lowered to the black box. Jutsu that once felt untouchable now lay within reach. B-ranks, even C-ranks… once impossible, now effortless. His hands trembled as he picked up a familiar scroll.
"This world shall know pain… pain for losing my brother."
He formed the seals with precision—Tiger → Snake → Ram.
Bam!
A perfect copy of himself appeared, Sharingan glinting. Indra stared at it, heart hammering. The feedback struck immediately—his chakra split, draining him like a bucket with a hole in it. He gritted his teeth and dispelled the clone.
'No kidding… my reserves are vast, but control… it's slipping.' He clenched his fists. 'Shadow Clones require finesse, not just power. If I lose control now, all this chakra will devour me before the enemy can.'
He shook the thought away, pushing the doubt into a dark corner of his mind. His eyes then drifted to the genjutsu notes. Renji's handwriting scrawled across the parchment, calm and precise.
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Genjutsu: Phantom Repetition (Maboroshi no Kurikaeshi) – C/B-rank
"I devised this during ambushes. Trap your target in a loop—the same eight or seven seconds repeat. A man running forward will find himself back where he started, again and again. If you time it with a shuriken throw, he'll never know which blade is real until it's too late. It costs steady chakra, so don't waste it."
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Genjutsu: Mirror Pain Technique (Kagami Itami no Jutsu) – B-rank (Incomplete)
"Indra, this one's dangerous… and I never mastered it. The illusion makes the target feel their own wounds amplified. A shallow cut will feel like their arm is being severed. But if you lose control, the feedback can blur into your own nerves. I tried it once—nearly passed out from phantom pain. If you master this, it will terrify enemies without spilling blood."
Indra read his brother's words, his voice low.
"The Phantom Repetition… it feels almost like Izanami."
His lips pressed into a thin line, then curved into a bold smile.
"He was a genius… creating something akin to Izanami, without references, without backlash. As severe as Izanami itself. A true genius… my brother."
Without hesitation, Indra began practicing Phantom Repetition.
Night bled into dawn, but Indra didn't stop. His Sharingan whirled as he tested loops again and again. At some point, a shadow clone slipped into the kitchen, and soon after, a warm plate of grilled fish, rice, and miso soup was set before him.
Indra ate in silence, savoring each bite. The fish melted on his tongue, a groan of satisfaction escaping him despite himself.
After a pause, he muttered, "Let bygones be bygones… for now."
But his eyes sharpened, voice lowering into resolve.
"I'll find a way to revive Renji. With this chakra… with this power… I refuse to believe it's impossible."
He shoveled another mouthful of rice, determination steeling his expression.
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Morning
Indra dressed in the Uchiha clan's traditional clothes, a neatly wrapped bento in hand. The air was crisp as he left the compound and stepped into Konoha's streets.
Not far ahead, he spotted Minato and Noboru.
"Minato, don't you think we should visit Indra?" Noboru asked softly. "His brother died… it's been days since we've seen him."
Minato's face was unreadable. "…He must be heartbroken. It isn't easy to lose family."
Before Noboru could reply, a cold voice drifted behind them.
"What are you talking about…"
Both froze, shivers racing their spines. They turned to see Indra, and instantly their fear broke into relief.
"Indra! You're back!" they said in unison, smiles wide.
Indra gave a faint smile. "Let's go to the academy."
The three walked together, though Noboru kept sneaking glances.' Why does it feel… like...a distant person?'
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At the Academy
The classroom door slid open with a sharp skiish. Conversations died, all eyes shifting to the three boys.
"Isn't that Indra?" someone whispered.
"Yeah… his brother died, right?"
"That's awful. Poor guy."
A harsh scoff cut through the murmurs. Haruto.
"He's an Uchiha. He's probably happy his brother's gone."
The room went tense, but the civilians silenced him with glares. Even they weren't bold enough to echo him aloud.
Indra ignored them all, walking to the window seat—Noboru's usual place. Noboru didn't complain, sitting beside him without a word.
Kushina twisted around in her seat, her expression softening.
"You okay, Indra? I heard about your brother…"
Indra's face flickered—pain, then calm, like a mask snapping back into place.
"How about you come to my place? We can train together!"
He shook his head. "Not now, Kushina. Maybe another time."
Noboru quickly added, "Kushina, he's training with us later!"
Again, Indra shook his head. "I won't be training with anyone… not for a while."
Minato frowned, noticing the steel in his voice. Mikoto leaned forward, her tone gentle.
"Indra… whenever you feel lonely, just remember—you have friends like us."
Indra glanced at her, giving a small nod he thought 'her words seemed a bit out of place but...okay I guess '
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I wanted Indra to be cold but didn't felt like having an emo ark, but perhaps I'll add a cold side to him now.
The laughing and cheerful Indra Is forever gone...
And yeah! Don't question me about his control which is slipping and still he can perform shadow clone...ITS A MAAAGIC!
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