The silence that followed the annihilation was profound. It wasn't the peaceful quiet of a forest glade, but the heavy, echoing stillness left in the wake of an avalanche. The very air seemed to remember the scream of the Celestial Exploding Strike and the crushing judgment of the Thousand-Handed Buddha. Indra stood at the edge of the newly created valley, watching the survivors begin their new lives, their faces etched with trauma but also a fragile hope.
He ran a hand through his hair, a habitual gesture, and froze. The texture was wrong. It felt… coarser. He pulled a few strands in front of his eyes, his Six Eyes analyzing them with microscopic precision.
The jet-black color of his Uchiha heritage was gone. In its place was a stark, salt-and-pepper mix, the white strands seeming to glow with an inner light against the remaining dark ones. He stared, bewildered. This wasn't the temporary shift that happened when he activated his Mangekyou. This was a permanent change.
A gentle warmth pressed against his back, and arms encircled his waist. Tōka rested her chin on his shoulder, her presence a familiar anchor in the storm of his thoughts.
"What's wrong?" she murmured, feeling the tension in his frame.
Indra leaned back into her embrace, the simple contact melting the last of the cold fury from his bones. He was no longer the War God here, just a confused young man.
"Toka," he said, his voice soft with confusion. "Look." He held the strands of hair out for her to see.
She peered at them, her brow furrowed. "Your hair? What about it?"
"Every time I used my Mangekyou before," he explained, "my hair would turn pure white, and then back to black when I deactivated it. You saw it, right? But now…" He gestured to the salt-and-pepper mix. "My normal color has changed. It's just… like this now."
Tōka was silent for a moment. Then, a snort escaped her. It was followed by a giggle, then a full-bodied, helpless laugh that shook her entire frame. She laughed for a good two minutes, tears streaming from her eyes, clutching his waist to keep herself upright.
Indra pouted, his dignified composure utterly shattered. "It's not funny! I look like an old man!"
Wiping her eyes, Tōka turned him around to face her, her hands cupping his cheeks. Her expression was full of such tender amusement and love that his indignation faded.
"You idiot," she said, her voice warm. "Whatever look you have, whether you're jet-black, pure white, or speckled like a bird's egg, you will always be my hopeless, idealistic, and incredibly handsome husband. So stop fussing about your hair like a vain peacock." She stood on her toes and kissed the tip of his nose. "Now, can you please elaborate on how you, an Uchiha, ended up with Sun Breathing? I've already told you about my… my special guide." She was careful not to say 'system' aloud, remembering his earlier caution.
Indra's expression grew serious. He opened his Domain Expansion, the Infinite Void, but kept it contained to a small, silent bubble around just the two of them, ensuring their conversation was utterly private.
"You're right to be careful," he said, his voice low. "We don't know what ears might be listening in this world. Your… 'guide'… it's a form of power from beyond. I have something similar, but different."
He took a deep breath, recounting the secrets he had held close for so long. "I have what I call the Simulation System. And a dormant Broadcast System. I only use the Simulation. Once a month, I get a simulation point. I can use it to live an entire simulated lifetime in another world. When I 'die' there, I return here, retaining all the knowledge, skills, and even items I acquired."
Tōka's eyes were wide, her mind reeling. It was one thing to be reincarnated; it was another to have a cheat code that allowed for multiversal training arcs.
"In one of those simulations," Indra continued, "I was sent to the world of demon slayers. I was taken in by Yoriichi Tsugikuni. the Creator of Breathing Technique himself He became my master. He was… the most skilled swordsman I have ever known, in any life. He taught me Sun Breathing." A fond, sad smile touched his lips. "The second technique, Nature Breathing, is one I created myself, based on my understanding of Primordial Energy or Cosmic Energy or in simple version Natural Energy. It's like a pseudo-sage mode, but far more stable and powerful than what that fool Jiraiya will eventually stumble upon."
"Jiraiya? Sage mode?" Tōka asked, The Future One of the Legendary Sanin Jiraya?.
"Future problems," Indra waved a hand dismissively. "The point is, I was also born with the Six Eyes."
Tōka looked at him, her head tilted. "The Six Eyes? What are they, exactly? You've never fully explained."
Indra looked at her teasingly, his mismatched hair making the expression oddly charming. "You'll figure it out. You're clever."
Tōka stared at him, her mind making connections at a frightening speed. His white hair when using his full power. The ethereal blue of his eyes. The overwhelming, analytical power. The name 'Six Eyes'. Her jaw dropped.
"You idiot!" she shrieked, punching him in the arm. "You have the Six Eyes of Gojo Satoru! You have Gojo clan blood!"
Now it was Indra's turn to be acting bewildered to tease Toka. "Gojo? What are you talking about?"
"From the anime! Jujutsu Kaisen!" she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "The Gojo clan! They're born with immense power and signature white hair! That's why your hair changes! Your Uchiha blood gave you the black hair at birth, but your Six Eyes were weaker then, suppressed. But as your Sharingan evolved, hitting its peak with the Mangekyou, it somehow acted as a catalyst, forcing your Six Eyes to mature to their full, devastating potential. And the Gojo bloodline is simply more dominant! It's asserting itself! Your body is physically changing to reflect the true nature of your power!"
She looked at him with dawning horror and awe. "Your Six Eyes are more powerful than the Mangekyou Sharingan. My god, Indra. What are you?"
Indra stared at her, his mind reeling from her logical, pop-culture-infused explanation. It made a terrifying amount of sense. He looked at her as if she were the greatest medical-nin and scholar in the world.
"Toka," he said slowly, "in our previous life, you studied law. Why do you have so much random medical and… anime knowledge?"
THWACK!
She hit him on the head, her face flushed. "You fool! Did you lose all your memories? My mother was a world-renowned neurosurgeon! I grew up surrounded by medical textbooks! And as for the anime," she added, a little defensively, "a girl needs to relax sometimes! You and your piano were always so serious!"
And Don't act to me We both are an otaku in our previous life.
The tension of the day, the horror of the village, the weight of their secrets—it all dissolved in that moment. They looked at each other and burst out laughing, the sound ringing through their private Domain, a bubble of pure, unadulterated joy in a world of darkness.
For the rest of the day, they stayed in that hidden space. They talked. They teased each other. Indra began teaching her the first forms of Sun Breathing, her movements clumsy at first but filled with a determined fire. They shared stories of their previous lives—silly arguments, quiet moments, dreams they'd had. They were not Indra Uchiha and Tōka Senju, War God and War Goddess. They were John Pendragon and Vidya Joyce, two souls who had found each other against impossible odds, their love the one constant in a chaotic multiverse. And for one perfect, stolen day, surrounded by an infinite white void, that was all that mattered. The politics of clans, the color of hair, the weight of power—it all faded away, leaving only the simple, profound truth of their togetherness.
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