Warm light slipped through the wooden shutters, spilling across polished floors that smelled faintly of sandalwood and oil lamps.The first thing I felt was softness—warm silk sheets pressing against my skin. The second was confusion.
Where… am I?
My eyes fluttered open. The ceiling above me wasn't one I recognized; its beams were carved, dark, ancient. I turned my head slowly, and what I saw made me freeze.
Tiny hands.Chubby, pink, and… mine.
"What the hell—?" My voice didn't come out. Only a weak "goo" escaped my lips.
Wait. Wait, WAIT. My mind raced. Why are my arms so small? Why is my voice so squeaky? Why—
Then it hit me like a truck.No, scratch that. Like the bridge I had jumped from.
I was in the body of a baby.
Panic rose in my chest. My breathing grew fast, uneven. I tried to sit up, but my limbs betrayed me, wobbling like noodles. My surroundings blurred; I wanted to scream.
But then, something strange happened.The moment panic peaked, a cool sensation washed over my eyes. It was almost soothing, as if someone poured moonlight directly into them. The irritation vanished, replaced by a shimmering calm that pulsed behind my eyelids.
Before I could make sense of it—that familiar voice returned.
Gentle, powerful, and full of regret. The same voice of light I'd heard before my death.
"My son… it seems you are awake sooner than I expected."
My heartbeat—if babies even had heartbeats that fast—hammered in my chest."G-God?" I thought, unable to speak aloud.
"Yes, my child. I forgot to tell you one last gift before you left your old world."
Gift? You already threw me into another life! What more could possibly—
"You remember the world of Jujutsu Kaisen you loved watching with Vidya, don't you?"
My breath caught.Of course I did. We had spent countless nights together—Vidya and I—watching anime, laughing at Gojo's antics, crying during tragic arcs.
"Yes… I remember," I whispered in my mind.
"Then you know of the man called Gojo Satoru."
My mind froze.
"I have given you his body. His eyes—the Six Eyes—reside within you. But do not fear; they are weakened now. They will grow alongside your soul."
If I could have moved, I would've fallen off the bed.
The Six Eyes? The very thing that let Gojo see everything—the flow of energy, the structure of the world, the lies people tell by heartbeat and breath.But they were also a curse to control. Too much information, too much power.
"W-wait, God—won't they kill me? I don't even know how to handle cursed energy!"
"Do not fear, my son. Your eyes are merged with a new lineage—one unique to this world. You will not die from their power. In time, you'll understand."
His voice was fading like morning mist.
"Live this life well, John. Fulfill your dreams. Protect what you love. I cannot remain here longer—my power disrupts this world."
"Wait! Please! Tell me—where is Vidya? You said I'd see her again!"
But the light dimmed.Silence.
I was left alone with the faint scent of sandalwood and the slow rhythm of my baby heartbeat.
I don't know how long I lay there. Minutes? Hours? Time made no sense in a baby's body. I could only blink and breathe.
Then, the door slid open.
A woman entered—tall, elegant, with long black hair tied in a bun and eyes soft as dusk. She carried another infant in her arms, smaller than me, swaddled in crimson cloth.
She smiled when she saw me awake."Oh! My little one, you're finally up. You've been sleeping so long, Indra."
Indra? The name sounded… divine, ancient.She sat beside me, her movements graceful, her aura calm but strong.
"Your first birthday is today," she whispered, brushing my cheek. "The patriarch will come soon to give you your true name."
Then she set the smaller baby beside me. "Look, your younger brother. You two will grow strong together."
Younger brother? My mind clicked. So this was the other baby in the room.I turned my head slightly, looking at the tiny face beside me. He was sleeping peacefully, his little fists clenched tight.
Oh great, I thought. Now I've got a baby brother to babysit while being a baby myself. What kind of cosmic joke is this?
Just as I sighed internally, my vision flickered. The room's colors sharpened, lines glowed faintly with energy. The baby's heartbeat, the woman's pulse, even the faint air currents — I could see them.
My eyes began to shimmer — not just dark, but filled with swirling azure light like starlit oceans.The coolness returned, stronger this time. My mind pulsed with clarity.
And that was when the woman screamed.
Her cry echoed through the halls. Within seconds, several people rushed in—warriors, elders, and one man whose very presence silenced the room.
He had short black hair, hard eyes, and the unmistakable air of command.
Tajima Uchiha.
The patriarch.My… father.
"What happened?" his deep voice demanded.
The woman—my mother—pointed at me, trembling. "His eyes! Tajima, look at his eyes!"
He turned to me sharply. The moment his gaze met mine, he froze. His breath hitched.The room went dead silent.
"My son…" he whispered. "You awakened the Six Eyes."
He fell to his knees, laughter and disbelief mixing in his tone. "You little monster… you little devil! The blessing of the Sage himself rests in you!"
The elders murmured, awestruck. "Six Eyes… impossible… not in generations…"
I blinked.Wait—what did he just say? Sage? As in Sage of Six Paths?
Oh no. Oh no no no. My stomach dropped.Don't tell me—this isn't the Jujutsu Kaisen world, is it?
Tajima's expression hardened with pride and greed. He lifted me gently, examining my glowing eyes like a treasure."From this day forth," he said solemnly, "you are the hope of the Uchiha clan."
He turned to the other baby, now stirring awake."And you, my strong boy… you will be called MadaraUchiha."
My entire world stopped.Madara.
The MadaraUchiha.And I was his older brother.
My mouth went dry. My brain screamed. My soul curled up and cried.
WHY COULDN'T I HAVE BEEN REBORN AS A CIVILIAN FARMER?
A helpless whimper left my mouth.Everyone thought it was a cute baby sound. Tajima smiled proudly."See? Even he accepts it!"
No I don't! I'm internally panicking, you pride-blind man!
But no one could hear my inner screaming.
Later, when everyone left, the room grew quiet again. My mother hummed softly, rocking baby Madarawhile watching me with pride and fear.I could feel her love; it reminded me of Vidya. Warm. Gentle. Real.
I looked at my tiny hands, my reflection faintly mirrored in a polished metal tray beside me.Black hair. Smooth skin.And eyes—shimmering sapphire blue, like galaxies.
So… Indra Uchiha.
I closed my eyes. Vidya's face flashed in my memory—her smile, her laughter, her faith when I had none.
"I'll find you," I whispered in my heart. "Even if this world burns, even if hatred repeats—I'll find you."
Then, softer: "And this time… I'll stop the cycle. I'll bring peace."
My eyelids grew heavy. My baby body was already exhausted from all that dramatic enlightenment.
Alright, I sighed internally. If I want to fix this world, I better start by surviving my diapers.
And with that, Indra Uchiha, the elder brother of Madara, the reborn soul of John, drifted to sleep — a faint smile on his lips, and the faint blue glow of destiny flickering in his eyes.