I opened my eyes to the familiar ceiling of my family's home, but everything felt… different. The memories hit me like a flood—three lifetimes, layered over each other with absolute clarity.
The first life was mine, a child of the 21st century—a genius with the intellect of a master strategist, politician, and tactician. I remembered manipulating crowds, predicting economies, and outthinking entire governments with ease.
The second was Indra Ōtsutsuki, the original genius of the Sage of Six Paths, his hatred, his ambition, his battles, his manipulation of fate itself, all flowing through me. I knew chakra, jutsu, swordsmanship, elemental mastery, sealing techniques, and strategies that had shaped entire worlds.
The third was my current existence—the son of Fugaku and Mikoto, twin brother to Sasuke Uchiha, and younger brother to the infamous Itachi. My body felt different now, filled with the latent potential of the Uchiha bloodline, vast Yang energy, and spiritual power that could make even the most powerful shinobi tremble.
A sound shattered the air: the cold, precise steps of my older brother, Itachi. My parents were already down—lifeless on the floor. A red haze clouded my vision, and in that moment, I felt a surge of power unlike anything I had known.
The Mangekyō Sharingan burned into my eyes, a combination of grief, fury, and the sheer weight of my accumulated experiences. I was no longer just a child of the Uchiha. I was Indra, reborn, sharpened by three lifetimes of strategy, combat, and ambition.
Itachi paused, glancing at me, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. He underestimated me—not realizing what I had become.
"Why…?" my voice was calm, deceptively soft, but every syllable carried a weight that made the air tremble.
Itachi's eyes faltered. I could see it—the hesitation. The momentary crack in his perfect facade. That was all I needed.
I rose, not as a frightened child, but as a storm wrapped in flesh. The knowledge of countless jutsu, sword techniques, elemental mastery, and Uchiha combat styles flowed seamlessly through me. I could feel my spiritual energy swelling, my chakra nature attuning to all elements, and my body ready to move faster than the eye could follow.
This was not revenge yet. No, this was preparation. Observation. Calculation.
The child who would grow into Sasuke twitched behind me, unaware of the history that had just been rewritten.
For the first time in history, the Uchiha bloodline's twin sons were not on the same path as before. One had been the victim, the other reborn as a god of war, genius, and ambition.
And I—Indra Uchiha—was ready to reshape fate itself.