By the time I left the Naka Shrine, my chakra had surged to levels beyond any ordinary Uchiha—mid-Kage caliber. Every breath, every movement, every heartbeat pulsed with raw, overwhelming energy. The stolen eyes, the fused souls, the refinement of my body and mind—it all culminated in a force that even the strongest shinobi would struggle to measure.
The streets of Konoha were quiet as I moved, my presence masked by instinctive control of my chakra. No one noticed me—not the patrols, not the villagers. I did not need attention. I needed observation.
My destination was clear: Sasuke Uchiha, my twin, still unconscious in the hospital after chasing shadows that were far beyond his understanding.
I entered the room quietly, my eyes scanning him. The boy was small, frail, and unaware of the storm that had just awakened within his family—and within me. A strange warmth stirred in me, not from affection, but from calculation. He was a variable, a resource, a younger version of myself in a body that had not yet been tested by tragedy or power.
I watched him sleep, the rise and fall of his chest a gentle rhythm against the chaos that roiled through me. Despite all I had experienced, all the memories and power fused into my being, I allowed myself a small moment of stillness. Observation, calculation, patience—this was as important as strength itself.
I approached the bedside and placed a hand lightly over his chest, feeling the faint pulse of life, the residual chakra of a child yet untouched by the full weight of the Uchiha legacy. My Mangekyō Sharingan flared subtly, scanning his body, analyzing potential, reading traces of latent chakra, and mapping what he could become if guided correctly—or if left unchecked.
Everything about him, from his potential jutsu affinity to his latent Sharingan evolution, was clear. And I began to formulate the plans that would ensure the survival and ascension of our bloodline, starting with him.
When I finally stepped back, I left the hospital quietly, unseen, unheard, but not unobserved. The world was changing. Konoha was about to meet the full scope of Indra Uchiha reborn, and my twin would either rise beside me—or remain a tool for the storm I was about to unleash.