"It should be called a divine technique. Who knows what it'll even unleash?"
Uchiha Shin murmured to himself. The emergence of this so-called "divine art" reminded him of the birth of the Mangekyō Sharingan.
It wasn't a formula or scroll-based jutsu—it came from within. A fusion of subconscious desire and external trigger.
"In my subconscious… I want to find a planet with intelligent life.
Preferably, one linked to time-space abilities... and the stronger, the better."
He etched that thought deeply into his mind.
Until now, Shin hadn't been able to properly connect with the power of the Mangekyō. But now—he could.
Unfortunately, reality came crashing down. Literally.
The moment the Dragon Vein's chakra was depleted, the unstable time-space around him completely collapsed.
The chaotic rift sucked him in instantly, hurling him into a vortex of twisted timelines.
Uchiha Shin forced his body steady, avoiding being flung into another dimension. Instead, he landed within the River of Time—a boundless, pulsing current of causality and chronology.
"Time flows like a river. Even a single ripple can lead to tidal waves."
Shin gazed into the flow, witnessing time itself cascading endlessly. He could feel his Rinnegan absorbing temporal energy just by staring into it.
This was no mere curiosity. This was an opportunity.
Drifting through the time-stream, Shin could no longer distinguish up from down. His body was pulled backward, submerged within the temporal current.
"Time and causality… they're undeniably linked."
He muttered as he reopened his eyes.
Now he stood on the border of a barren clearing. Dense forest loomed nearby—wild and ancient. Untouched by civilization. It felt prehistoric.
In the night sky above, a bright, silver full moon hovered—eerily similar to the one he saw when casting Infinite God earlier.
A strange disharmony stirred in Shin's chest.
"This looks like... the past. But how far back?"
"Kagura Shingan – Heart Network!"
Closing his eyes, Shin extended his sensory perception outward.
Ten kilometers.
One hundred kilometers.
One thousand kilometers...
Until finally—he grasped the entire Earth in his mind's eye.
Every soul. Every footstep. Every drop of chakra.
"…This isn't the First Shinobi War. Not even the Warring States Era. It's older. Way older."
He sensed powerful chakra signatures scattered across vast battlefields—individuals who could easily rival modern Kage-level shinobi. Even toddlers barely out of diapers were engaged in savage warfare.
Shin soared toward the nearest populated area. What he found was horrifying.
An Uchiha warrior was massacring villagers, a twisted grin on his blood-splattered face.
"Kill!!!"
Violence. Bloodlust. Carnage. This era was pure chaos.
Shin narrowed his eyes and locked on to one of the Uchiha—clearly a Jōnin.
"Banshō Ten'in!"
A brutal gravitational pull yanked the Uchiha Jōnin into the air like a ragdoll.
The man responded instantly—activating his three-tomoe Sharingan, releasing a pulse of Genjutsu.
"Genjutsu: Sharingan!"
He aimed to seize control of Shin's mind—but the backlash from Shin's ocular power shattered his consciousness.
"Soul Extraction – Spiritual Binding Seal!"
Shin reached in to extract the soul—but the Jōnin's body suddenly shimmered and vanished into smoke.
"…Izanagi? No hand seals either… must've been a Transcription Seal."
Shin narrowed his eyes, analyzing the situation. The Uchiha had embedded the Izanagi technique into his Sharingan beforehand—a technique that alters reality itself upon death.
In later generations, the Uchiha clan placed severe restrictions on the use of Izanagi. Using it freely was taboo.
But here? These savages treated forbidden jutsu like toys.
"That guy really loaded Izanagi into his eye... without blinking. Just how many more of these psychos are out there?"
"Don't resist. I'm going to find out what the hell is going on."
Shin turned, spotting the same Uchiha Jōnin—resurrected by Izanagi—now behind him, preparing to strike.
For most ninjas, this ambush would've been fatal.
But Shin wasn't "most ninjas."
"Izanagi Overwrite."
Shin's own ocular power surged, forcibly overwriting the enemy's activated Izanagi, erasing its effects.
A Truth-Seeking Ball materialized at his fingertips—he hurled it with casual malice.
The impact vaporized the Jōnin's body in an instant.
His soul floated, trapped in Shin's palm like a helpless insect.
By probing the man's memories, Shin finally understood the context.
"This is pre-Madara. Way before any formal Shinobi Villages existed. No era names. Just pure anarchy."
"It's madness. The Uchiha are more brutal than I imagined… they've normalized the use of Izanagi and Transcription Seals."
"All of them have opened their Sharingan… and they don't give a damn about dying."
"In contrast, the Senju are just barely managing to hold the line. And even they seem purer—closer to the Otsutsuki lineage, perhaps."
As Shin processed this grim revelation, he suddenly felt a pulse.
He looked up.
The full moon... was turning crimson.
"…Shit. Did I land in a parallel world?"
No. It didn't feel like Infinite Tsukuyomi.
That technique required the Rinne Sharingan.
And yet—someone had projected Sharingan chakra onto the moon. Amplifying it.
"Mangekyō level projection? Wait… Uchiha Hikaru?!"
A flood of thoughts rushed through Shin's head until he locked in on a name: Uchiha Hikaru.
Not a canon figure—but she existed in the game Ultimate Ninja Storm.
Her Mangekyō abilities were considered busted even by fan standards. And now it made sense.
"She's out here projecting Mangekyō patterns onto the moon with only that level of ocular power?! Total bullshit!"
He stared as a trident-shaped Mangekyō design manifested on the moon's surface.
Shin cursed under his breath.
A blinding light beamed down from the moon—intense, unrelenting.
The entire continent was bathed in that glow.
Symbols resembling the Mangekyō appeared on every person's body—on their backs or palms.
Of course, Uchiha Shin wasn't affected.
No amount of Mangekyō-level trickery could compare to the god-tier power of his Rinnegan (Nine Tomoe). Not to mention the immortality he'd absorbed from Kaguya Ōtsutsuki herself.
This technique couldn't so much as tickle him.
Still, the moon eventually returned to its natural color. The eye-mark vanished.
But the sigils on people's bodies remained—clear proof that whatever just happened wasn't over.
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