Jiraiya and his two students trudged through the market, arms full of paint buckets and brushes. Their employer had requested a "refresh" of his walls, so here they were—Konoha's finest future shinobi, reduced to laborers.
They reached the house: a simple three-room home with an attic and a tiny backyard.
Indra squinted at it and nodded. "Looks like a good house."
Minato studied the wooden frame. "The beams look polished… recently constructed."
Jiraiya smirked faintly. At least they can appreciate craftsmanship…
—
Inside, however, the trio froze.
The walls were coated in a sickly green paint that looked like it had been mixed with swamp water. Black streaks crawled down the corners, with suspicious red blotches at the edges.
Indra's lips thinned. "With all due respect, sensei, I'd go on an cat catching mission rather than this."
Then came the scream.
"Yelp!!" Minato leapt straight into Indra's arms, trembling as he pointed. "R-Rats! Cockroaches!"
A fat rat with a pink tail scurried across the floor. Beside it, a cockroach the size of a kunai flexed its wings, preparing for flight.
Indra's eyes flared in suprise, his eyes narrowing. He dropped Minato unceremoniously, who promptly hid behind Jiraiya.
The roach buzzed, wings twitching ominously.
"Fire Style! Fireball—"
Jiraiya instantly cut him off. "Don't! They're just insects!"
The Sannin kept a calm expression, but Indra's voice cracked with desperation. "Jiraiya-sensei… drive it out, please!"
"Why are you kids afraid of a single cockroach and a rat? On the battlefield, these are—"
His words stopped as the cockroach fluttered its wings and landed squarely on his nose.
The silence lasted one heartbeat.
"AAAAAAAAAHHH!!"
Minato bolted for the door, clawing at the handle. "It won't open!"
CRACK! Indra kicked the door clean off its hinges. The two boys sprinted into the street.
Jiraiya twitched, smacking the insect off his face. Then he exhaled the longest sigh of his life.
First mission as their sensei… and it's already a failure.
—
Later, the three sat outside, munching on popsicles as if nothing had happened. Jiraiya pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Indra," he said slowly, "you do realize it's forbidden to use jutsu inside a civilian's house, especially your employer's, right?"
Indra shot back, "But sensei, we felt a great threat! If an enemy ninja ambushed us inside that house, wouldn't you use jutsu too?"
Jiraiya's eyebrow twitched. "…A cockroach is not an enemy ninja. It's not even worth a C-rank jutsu!"
Indra tilted his head, thoughtful. Then, with mock seriousness: "You're right… I should've used an A-rank jutsu."
A vein popped on Jiraiya's forehead as black lines shadowed his face.
'These brats… These two will change the fate of the world? it's probably my imagination...'
'these kids aren't the child of prophecy'
He took a long slurp of his popsicle, staring at the sky in despair. As he smirked.
'The Children of Prophecy… and they're terrified of bugs.'
—
Night broke as Indra trained in his house's backyard. Today wasn't for physical training—only spiritual.
He kept his Sharingan active constantly so it would grow accustomed to the chakra drain, hopefully lowering its cost over time.
He also practiced chakra control. With how large his chakra reserves had become, his control had almost collapsed.
For example: before, he could walk three steps up a tree before the fourth step had only a fifty-fifty chance of holding.
But now? The very first step sent chakra surging wildly, completely unrefined, making his jutsu outputs several times stronger—but uncontrollable.
He sighed and shifted focus to practicing his chakra sensing ability. Ever since awakening his Sharingan, his perception had sharpened greatly, granting him an edge in sensing chakra.
His chakra awareness stretched outward from his backyard, reaching a total of one hundred meters. Impressive—but still only one-third of what an average sensor-nin could cover.
"Hm… Fugaku, Mikoto… a few weird chakra signatures. And Kushina… oh? Minato is near too—"
Suddenly, Indra stopped and shot to his feet.
'A few weird chakra? Kushina and Minato? Isn't this the part of the plot where Kushina gets abducted by Kumo ninja?'
Without hesitation, Indra performed a henge, his eyes returning to plain black pupils on the surface—though beneath, his Sharingan spun with fierce intensity.
"Body Flicker."
In an instant, he vanished, reappearing at a remote corner near Konoha's walls.
He spotted ninja running beyond the perimeter and raised a brow. "Are the elite jōnin of Konoha fucking sleeping? Letting the Nine-Tails jinchūriki get kidnapped?"
His gaze dropped to strands of hair scattered nearby. He bent down, scooping them up, and grinned. He carefully plucked every strand he could find.
"Not letting Minato see…"
Once done he put the hair inside his pocket as his figure blurred and disappeared.
Outside the village walls, six ninja marched forward. Kushina hung limp in one of their arms. Indra's thoughts churned.
"I can't take on six ninja head-on… regardless of their rank."
But he had to save Kushina. Somehow.
'How did Minato save her back then?‹ His memories flickered. 'Minato hadn't confronted the Kumo-nin directly. He had used speed and basic jutsu to outmaneuver them.
But Minato had Swift Release… I only have Body Flicker. Maybe, just maybe, it can reach the same speed as Swift Release if I push it…'
No more time to hesitate. Indra darted forward. His body flickered—and a kunai grazed his cheek.
"Enemy!—wait!" one of the Kumo shouted. As every stopped immediately,
Indra's eyes narrowed at the shinobi. "Are you the captain?"
"Hohoho…" The Kumo ninja eyed Indra's Uchiha robes and smirked. "Looks like we got a surprise Uchiha bonus! Take him with us!"
Three jōnin lunged toward him. Indra's hands blurred through seals.
"Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu!"
The temperature dropped instantly. Every shinobi felt a burning itch across their skin as a massive inferno roared forth, engulfing the night.
The ninja carrying Kushina cursed and tossed her aside, narrowly dodging the blazing fireball along with his comrades.
But before Indra could press forward, a flash of lightning ripped through the smoke.
"Lightning Style: Lariat!"
A bolt pierced his shoulder. Blood sprayed as his henge faltered, revealing his spinning three-tomoe Sharingan.
"He has three tomoe!" a ninja shouted.
Another grinned viciously. "What luck! Kumo can harvest a pair of Sharingan now!"
"With the rampages of the tailed beasts, this is it—we'll finally have a way to control them!"
"Quickly! Team up and capture this kid!"
The six ninjas grew serious. Indra swallowed hard, throat dry.
One enemy was already weaving seals.
"Lightning Style: Static Force!"
A paralyzing wave crashed over Indra, locking his muscles. His body refused to move as a kunai gleamed, suspended inches from his chest.
——
So I read a reader's comment on, This isn't how chakra works. Although I didn't knew too but I implemented another thing in the fiction.
The 'Void' Indra has generates stamina for him to refine his chakra— Simply, He has Near Zero stamina exhaustion because of the Void aka black hole which I described as.
So, although I learnt how the chakra systems work. I'll implement it in another story.
Thanks for reading and commenting improving my foundations on the future stories.