The Naka Shrine was silent, but the air itself seemed to hum in anticipation. I knelt before the vials, holding Shisui Uchiha's Mangekyō Sharingan. Its calm brilliance pulsed faintly, the heartbeat of a life spent in subtle perfection, a soul attuned to precision and cunning.
I reached out with my own Mangekyō Sharingan, letting my refined chakra and spiritual energy merge with his. The moment Shisui's eye touched mine, I felt a surge of young energy, vitality, and refined perception flow through me, threading itself into the patterns of my vision.
The legendary technique, Kotoamatsukami, whispered in my mind—a manipulation so subtle it could reshape a person's will without them realizing it. I absorbed it effortlessly, the knowledge integrating with the combat experience, predictive sight, and Mangekyō abilities I already possessed.
The process was instantaneous yet eternal. My eyes burned with the weight of history, the brilliance of countless Uchiha, and the power of my own three fused souls. When the light faded, I blinked—and the truth was undeniable: my Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan had awakened. No longer would my vision waver under strain, no longer would my abilities have the cost of blindness or fatigue. I was complete.
I turned to the scrolls I had stolen from Danzo, the collection of ninjutsu, genjutsu, and taijutsu techniques now arrayed before me like a library of war. With a single wave of precise chakra control, I sealed them all into the shrine's private storage compartments, creating a cache of knowledge that no one could access but me. Each scroll hummed faintly with residual chakra, waiting to be wielded by hands worthy of their secrets.
The combination of Shisui's eye, Fugaku's power, and the stolen Sharingan of the Uchiha clan had elevated me beyond any ordinary child. My vision predicted outcomes, manipulated minds, and executed techniques with flawless precision. Every sense, every nerve, every muscle was now honed to perfection.
I stood, letting the spiritual energy settle into my body. The shrine's walls seemed to bend subtly under the weight of my power, acknowledging the Indra Uchiha reborn, the child-king of the shadows, the master of eyes, and the inheritor of centuries of Uchiha legacy.
Everything I had taken—knowledge, eyes, techniques—was now mine. And with it, I had become something beyond mortal comprehension.
The world outside would soon feel the consequences.