I settled onto the cold stone floor of the Naka Shrine, the vials of eyes and stolen scrolls arranged meticulously around me. Silence enveloped the chamber, broken only by the faint hum of residual chakra in the walls. For hours, I meditated, closing my eyes and letting the essence of my three fused lives swirl within me.
At first, the merging was chaotic. Memories clashed, instincts collided, and the weight of three existences pressed down on my mind. The 21st-century genius within me analyzed, calculated, and attempted control. Indra's spirit raged, seeking power, domination, perfection. And the Uchiha soul—the son of Fugaku and Mikoto, twin to Sasuke—provided grounding, keeping the other two anchored to this mortal body.
Hours passed, the meditation deepening, until finally, a resonance clicked into place. The fusion completed. My consciousness expanded, encompassing every detail of my past lives with perfect clarity and control.
The benefits were instantaneous.
First, a weak Ōtsutsuki bloodline awakened within me, subtle but undeniable, a seed of immense potential that pulsed through my veins.
Second, my spiritual energy surged beyond any measure I had felt before. It poured into my eyes, enhancing my Mangekyō Sharingan to a level far beyond what my mortal body should be capable of wielding. Each pupil shimmered with the weight of centuries of combat experience, ancient techniques, and the knowledge of countless lifetimes.
Third, every skill, every jutsu, every tactical insight from all three lives became mine without hesitation. Swordsmanship, elemental mastery, genjutsu, taijutsu, ninjutsu—everything flowed naturally, like a river that had always belonged to me. I could feel the strategies of entire wars, the thoughts of enemies and allies, the history of chakra itself coalescing into perfect understanding.
Opening my eyes, I let the Mangekyō Sharingan flare briefly. The vials of stolen eyes reflected back at me, faintly trembling under the raw spiritual power now emanating from my own. Even dormant jutsu scrolls shivered in response.
I was no longer a child. I was a weapon, a strategist, a god of war reborn into the body of a Uchiha. The fusion had not only enhanced my combat potential but sharpened my mind to near perfection. Every thought, every plan, every move I would make from this moment forward carried the weight of three lifetimes of experience.
The world had no idea what had just awoken in the shadows of the Uchiha Clan compound.
And I—Indra Uchiha—was ready to seize it all.