The air in the medical room was thick, sterile, and heavy with a significance that made Indra's skin prickle. This was no place for complaints about leadership or lazy afternoons. This was a chamber of solemn decisions, a crossroads of fate. The presence of Great Elder Amara, a living monument to the clan's history, and Elder Tamiko, the keeper of their physical well-being, alongside his father, signaled something monumental.
"Father," Indra began, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant, the usual lazy drawl gone. "What is this? Why are we all here?"
Tajima Uchiha looked older than Indra had ever seen him. The lines on his face seemed deeper, carved not just by battle, but by the weight of a legacy and a painful choice. He gestured for Indra to sit on the edge of the medical cot.
"Indra," Tajima started, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "First, a question. You know that the pinnacle of our clan's Kekkei Genkai is the Mangekyou Sharingan."
It wasn't a question, but Indra nodded anyway, his ethereal blue eyes fixed on his father.
"And you know," Tajima continued, his own now Only Three Tomoe—flickering unconsciously in his gaze, "that this pinnacle comes with a terrible price. A curse. The more one uses its divine power, the more the light fades, until only darkness remains."
Indra nodded again, a cold knot tightening in his stomach. He knew the curse intimately. It was the reason he relied so heavily on his Six Eyes and Breathing Techniques, hoarding the use of his Mangekyou for only the most absolute of necessities.
Tajima paused, studying his son's face. He then asked a question that seemed to come from a different conversation entirely. "Indra, you are a man of principle. You have a power that could, if you wished, turn this world upside down. Tell me, from your heart… what would you do with it?"
The question hung in the silent room. Amara and Tamiko watched intently. This was not a tactical inquiry. It was a test of the soul.
Indra was silent for a long moment, his gaze turning inward. He thought of the riverbank where he'd found Tōka. He thought of the scorched crater where a village once stood. He thought of Madara and Izuna, their young eyes already shadowed by war. He thought of John Pendragon's powerlessness and Vidya Joyce's desperate sacrifice.
His voice, when it came, was soft but clear, each word imbued with the conviction of two lifetimes.
"I would bring peace," he said, the simplicity of the statement belying its enormity. "I would try to change this world. I would build a place where clan names are not written in blood, where disputes are settled with words, not swords. A world where children do not have to pick up a kunai to avenge ancestors they never met."
He looked up, meeting his father's gaze, his blue eyes blazing with a quiet fire. "I know I cannot protect the world forever. I am not a god, despite what some may whisper. But for the time I walk this earth, I will use every ounce of my power to create an era of peace. Whether that peace continues after I am gone… that is not in my hands. That responsibility will fall to the next generation. But I will give them that foundation. I will give them that chance."
In the silence that followed, a single tear traced a path down Great Elder Amara's wrinkled cheek. Elder Tamiko bowed her head, her shoulders shaking slightly. This was not the ambition of a conqueror. It was the hope of a healer, the dream of a builder. It was an answer they had not dared to pray for.
Tajima's stern expression melted into one of profound, overwhelming pride. He had raised a son who was not just a weapon, but a visionary.
"That… is the answer of a true leader," Tajima said, his voice thick with emotion. "And to achieve such a dream, you will need every tool at your disposal. You will need to be strong, not just for a battle, but for a lifetime." He took a deep breath. "Which brings me to the curse."
He gestured to the far wall, as if he could see through it to the clan's sacred archives. "In our clan, there is a stone tablet. A relic of our ancestor. It can only be fully deciphered by those who have awakened the Mangekyou. On it… is written a secret. A cure for the curse that blinds us."
Indra's breath hitched. A cure? Indra is Known this from Previous life He saw the Naruto Series but he Acting for no one became suspicious about how he known.
"The tablet speaks of a method," Tajima explained, his voice dropping to a near-whisper, as if sharing a forbidden secret. "When a Uchiha who has awakened the Mangekyou receives the eyes of a blood relative who has also awakened it… the two pairs can merge. They evolve, transcending their individual limitations to become something greater: the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan. An power without the curse of blindness."
The pieces clicked into place in Indra's mind with terrifying clarity. The solemn atmosphere. The presence of the elders. The medical cot.
His head snapped up, his eyes wide with horror. "No."
"It is the only way," Tajima said, his voice firm, though his hands trembled slightly. "My body… it is worn, Indra. A lifetime of war has drained me. I feel the decline. I will not live to see your dream realized. But my eyes can." He looked at his son with an expression of pure, unadulterated paternal love, stripped of all pride and arrogance. "I have already had my Mangekyou removed. Elder Tamiko has transplanted a pair of three-tomoe Sharingan from a deceased clansman into my sockets. I will live out my days in peace. But my Mangekyou… my power… it can live on in you. With the transplant, you will achieve the Eternal Mangekyou. The blindness will no longer be a threat. And you will gain access to my abilities as well as your own."
Indra felt the world tilt. A roaring filled his ears. "NO!" he shouted, the word tearing from his throat. He stood up, his chakra flaring uncontrollably, causing the lanterns to swing wildly. "I will not let you do this! I will not let you mutilate yourself for me! There has to be another way! My healing—!"
"There is no other way!" Tajima's voice rose to meet his, not in anger, but in desperate conviction. "Your healing cannot reverse a genetic curse! This is the path our ancestor laid out! This is the sacrifice required for true power! For the peace you dream of!"
[Notice: Yes healing factor was useful to he never become blind but not recovered lost the power of Mangekyou In Naruto Series MS or EMS used by specific yin type chakra only unique to Uchiha clan if they over use the recover from that type of chakra was take long times nearly take half century But EMS was Recover that type of Chakra like Convertor turn normal chakra with in our body convert to it the specific Yin type Chakra so maybe or not in this series this was the law I form because with this EMS or MS other character Use them so cautiously]
"I don't want it!" Indra roared, tears of fury and grief springing to his eyes. "I don't want a peace built on my father's eyes! What kind of monster would that make me?"
"It makes you my son!" Tajima shouted back, now on his feet as well. "It makes you the hope of this clan! It makes you the one who can protect Madara and Izuna from ever having to make this choice! You think this is a sacrifice? This is a gift! The greatest gift a father can give his child! The gift of a future!"
For fifteen minutes, the argument raged. Indra pleaded, he reasoned, he threatened. He spoke of his Six Eyes, of his other powers, trying to find any excuse. But Tajima was immovable. This was not a decision made in haste; it was a conclusion he had come to after a lifetime of war and months of contemplation in his sickbed.
Great Elder Amara finally stepped forward, his voice a calming balm. "Indra," he said softly. "Your father's love for you is as vast as the sky. He does not see this as a loss, but as an investment. He is planting a seed in you that will grow into a tree whose shade will protect generations. To refuse this gift… would be to dishonor the depth of his love."
The fight drained out of Indra. He looked at his father, truly looked at him. He saw the weary resolve, the absence of regret, the fierce, burning hope in the eyes that would soon be given to him. This was not the act of a desperate man. It was the final, calculated move of a clan leader, a general, and a father, securing the future.
His shoulders slumped. The tears fell freely now, not of rage, but of a heartbreaking, humbling acceptance.
"Alright," he whispered, his voice raw. "Alright, Father."
The operation was long and silent. Indra lay on the cot, feeling the delicate chakra-infused scalpels of Elder Tamiko work with a precision that defied belief. He felt no pain, only a profound, spiritual weight. He could feel the immense power of his father's Mangekyou, the Toki no Gyakusetsu and Kami no Shihai, Lens which contain that power's and nerves being carefully, reverently placed into his own eye sockets, next to his own Amaterasu no Yomigaeri and Yata no Kagami.
A fusion began. It was not a physical sensation, but a cosmic one. His chakra pathways screamed as they were forcibly expanded and rewired to accommodate the doubled, evolving power. His Six Eyes, perceiving the event on a fundamental level, went into overdrive, analyzing, stabilizing, and guiding the fusion. He felt his father's will, his memories, his very essence, flow into him, not as a takeover, but as a blessing, a final embrace.
[Notice: no he will never Lose his Six eye's This surgery was like With extra lenses and nerves added to his own eyes so it will strengthen his six eye's not damaged or removed]
He lost consciousness, his mind retreating from the overwhelming influx.
Three hours later, Elder Tamiko emerged from the room, her face pale but etched with a triumphant, weary smile. "It is done," she announced to the waiting Tajima and Amara. "The transplantation is a complete success. The fusion… it has begun."
Tajima, his own eyes now a common, though sharp, three-tomoe red, let out a shuddering breath of relief. He and Amara entered the room.
Indra lay on the cot, still unconscious. But the change was immediate and startling.
His hair, which had been a salt-and-pepper mix, was now a pure, brilliant white, as white as fresh-fallen snow or bleached bone. It seemed to glow with an inner luminescence, a physical manifestation of the Gojo bloodline's full and absolute dominance. The power radiating from him was different. It was no longer just the scorching heat of the sun or the serene depth of the ocean. It was both, and more. It was ancient, eternal, and carried the weight of two mighty legacies now combined into one.
They stood in silence, watching him, waiting. The air hummed with potential. They had gambled everything on this moment, on this boy. They had unleashed the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan upon the world, housed in a vessel of the divine Six Eyes.
All they could do now was wait for the god they had created to open his eyes.
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