A thunderous roar shattered the deep silence.
From Uchiha Indra erupted a brilliant red aura, crackling with raw power.
He laughed, a dark, booming sound reverberating through the island.
"My Sharingan... at last, Mangekyō awakened."
His eyes glowed violently.
The cursed power to devour any enemy now fully unleashed.
He could absorb their flesh, chakra, and bloodline with ease.
His sealing weakness shattered—now he could draw chakra effortlessly from his surroundings.
Activating his full Mangekyō Sharingan, his power became absolute.
Not even the tailed beasts could escape his drain.
The vibration of his chakra shook the Uzumaki.
Many fainted from its overwhelming force.
Uzumaki Maria's eyes widened.
"The demon's eyes have awakened. The disaster... will be unlike anything before."
Indra grinned wickedly.
"Maria, bring me new clothes and food."
He smirked.
"Let's see if your Uzumaki beauties can satisfy me."
His voice thundered across Uzushiogakure.
"My clan, gather in the shelter now!"
"Those who disobey will taste my wrath."
Maria leapt into action.
Summoning shadow clones, she roused the clan and the children.
"To the shelter—move now!"
Elsewhere, chaos erupted.
The massacre began.
From Sunagakure and Iwagakure, armies surged with stealth and strength.
Amegakure, under Hanzo, their ally, provided deadly support.
Kirigakure's military pressed from the long border near the Sea of Whirlpools—fiercely or as diversion.
Kumogakure remained neutral but influenced the battle through strategic presence.
Even Konohagakure's Root faction joined, seizing the moment.
The hidden villages united, unleashing a storm seeking to extinguish the Uzumaki forever.
The great chamber was sealed tight, isolated from the chaos outside.
Inside, thirty beauties clad in delicate kimonos stood nervous but obedient.
Their eyes darted anxiously, barely breathing near the imposing figure of Uchiha Indra.
Calmly, Indra summoned his newly forged forbidden technique—his own war-time creation: the Forbidden Shadow Clone Jutsu.
Eight copies of himself materialized, each bristling with deadly intent.
With a grim smile, he whispered, "Smash them all."
Indra's clones surged forth, barreling through enemy lines like a storm.
He recalled the war between Senju and Uchiha; the way he and his army crushed enemies with relentless power.
His clones' heavy punches shattered bone and armor alike, ferocity unmatched in centuries.
Back in the chamber, Indra drank richly from an ancient flask of sake.
He surveyed the thirty women—tall, curvy, beautiful in their late twenties and early thirties, their kimonos hinting at delicate white skin beneath.
Rising, he opened his kimono with a flourish.
"Let the party begin."
The women blushed deeply as one by one he kissed their cheeks, pulling open their kimonos.
Heat filled the room.
Fueled like warriors by hidden vigor, the women's desires unfurled fiercely, their gazes hungry for Indra.
With tantalizing glances and warmth, they unleashed passion upon him.
Outside across the island, Indra's eight shadow clones clashed violently with the invading armies.
Sunagakure and Iwagakure forces, bolstered by Amegakure under Hanzo, attacked with overwhelming numbers.
Kirigakure pressed a fierce front, aided by its proximity to the Sea of Whirlpools.
Kumogakure watched quietly, seemingly neutral, while Konohagakure's Root faction silently joined the battle.
During the chaos, two Uzumaki ninja attempted to flee.
Maria's shadow clone appeared suddenly.
"What are you two doing?" she barked.
The fugitives froze, stunned by her sudden presence.
She landed a swift punch that knocked one clone unconscious.
The two escaping ninja wiped their sweat and fled into the tangled forest.
Indra, fierce as a demon, cut through the army with savage blows.
His fists hammered like hammers, blood splattered across his face.
Cries echoed.
Ninjas screamed and ran, shouting of a demon unleashed.
On the island, Indra's shadow clones spread like wildfire, each heavy with his most intense chakra.
At every ninja village's war council, leaders sipped tea, speaking quietly—until the earth trembled and sea waves vibrated violently.
Word spread: the demon had risen.