Two Years Later
Inside the dream of Indra Uchiha…
Scenes from the life of twelve-year-old Indra Ōtsutsuki played out vividly in his mind.
He saw his younger brother, Asura, and their father — the legendary Sage of the Six Paths, Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki.
He remembered how he and Asura spent their childhood together… how deeply he cared for his little brother.
He remembered his tireless efforts to become the perfect successor to their father.
He saw himself inventing ninjutsu — sharing it with their father's followers — and the deep concern he carried for humanity's future.
He relived the moment he awakened his Sharingan while saving Asura's life.
Then, the dream ended.
Indra woke up with a sharp gasp, sweat beading on his forehead. His three-tomoe Sharingan glowed a deep crimson in the dim light of dawn.
"That dream… it felt so real," he muttered. "It was like I was truly living as Indra Ōtsutsuki. Those memories… they felt like mine."
He sat in silence for a moment, his mind racing.
"This must be happening because I am Indra now," he reasoned. "I'm inheriting his memories… and they're becoming a part of me."
After thinking for a while, he shook his head. "It doesn't matter. If I can gain his knowledge and experience, then it's only to my advantage."
With that, Indra stood up and headed for the shower.
A short while later, dressed in his usual white kimono, he made his way to the kitchen.
The comforting aroma of food filled the air. Sakura was busy preparing breakfast, while Sarada sat at the dining table, waiting with a bored expression.
Indra walked into the kitchen, his expression calm as always.
"Oh, elder brother, you're finally awake!" Sarada said with a teasing smile. "It's unusual for you to sleep in this late."
"I didn't sleep well last night," Indra replied simply. "That's why I woke up later than usual."
At that moment, Sakura entered the room carrying plates of freshly cooked breakfast. Her face brightened when she saw him.
"Oh, Indra, honey! You're up. Come, let's have breakfast," she said warmly.
"Okay, Mother," Indra replied, taking his seat at the table.
Sakura served the food, and the three began to eat together. After a few moments, she spoke up with her usual cheerful tone.
"So, starting tomorrow, both of you will be attending the Shinobi Academy. Are you excited?" she asked, smiling brightly.
Sarada was the first to answer. "Yeah, Mom! I'm super excited — this is my first step toward becoming Hokage!"
"Really, dear? I'll be looking forward to that day," Sakura said proudly, her smile soft and full of warmth. Then she turned to Indra. "And what about you, Indra? Are you excited to start at the academy tomorrow?"
Sarada leaned forward, curious to hear her brother's answer.
"As long as it doesn't interfere with my training, I'm fine with it," Indra said in his usual calm, detached tone.
Sakura frowned slightly at his lack of enthusiasm. "Honestly, Indra, you should try to make more friends. You're already very strong for your age — you don't have to train so much. Right now, you only have Himawari as a friend."
Indra set down his chopsticks. "I want to be the strongest shinobi in the world. That's why I train," he said plainly.
"Why do you want to be the strongest, elder brother?" Sarada asked, tilting her head in curiosity.
Indra paused for a moment, then replied casually, "How should I put it… I just feel like it."
Both Sakura and Sarada sweatdropped at his indifferent answer.
What kind of response is that?! they thought in unison.
Sakura sighed softly. He really takes after his father, she thought. That same obsession with strength… But then, as she thought about Himawari, a gentle smile crept onto her face.
She couldn't help but imagine the two of them together — Himawari Uzumaki, cute, kind, and caring, standing beside Indra. The thought of her as a future daughter-in-law made Sakura's heart warm. They'd be perfect together… and since she's Naruto and Hinata's daughter, our families would be united. That would be wonderful!
Lost in her little daydream, Sakura giggled softly to herself.
Indra glanced at his mother and sighed inwardly. Women are troublesome, he thought with a deadpan expression.
Somewhere across the village, a certain Nara sneezed without knowing why.
Training Ground — Later That Morning
After breakfast, Indra made his way toward the Konoha training grounds. The air was crisp, the sky bright.
Upon arrival, he closed his eyes and began circulating lightning-natured chakra throughout his body. His movements grew sharper, faster. In an instant, he activated the Body Flicker Technique, vanishing from sight.
A sharp crackle of electricity filled the air as Indra appeared behind three large boulders. His ninja sword gleamed with lightning chakra as he swung it in a flash.
A second later, the boulders split cleanly in half — the sound of thunder echoing across the field.
Seeing several heavy logs hurtling toward him, Indra clasped his hands together, took a deep breath, and exhaled sharply.
A powerful gust of wind burst from his mouth, blowing the incoming logs away with ease.
"Now then… let's move on to throwing-weapon training."
Without hesitation, Indra moved.
He gathered strength in his legs and leaped high into the air, performing a backward somersault. Kunai glinted between his fingers — three in his left hand, four in his right.
As his body began to fall, he flipped so that his head faced downward, arms crossed over his chest. Then he twisted midair, both hands snapping outward in a blur.
The four kunai in his right hand shot out first — each aimed at a different height and angle.
A sharp whoosh sliced through the air.
Immediately, Indra passed two of the remaining kunai from his left hand to his right. He swung both arms upward and outward, releasing the final three at lightning speed.
They flew even faster than before, colliding with three of the earlier blades mid-flight.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Three crisp metallic notes rang through the air as tiny sparks flashed. The kunai ricocheted, changing direction and striking multiple targets across the field.
A series of thuds followed as steel met wood and stone.
Indra descended gracefully, twisting in midair once more before landing on one knee atop a large rock.
He rubbed his chin, studying the perfectly placed kunai embedded across the targets. A small smile tugged at his lips.
"It was done perfectly… just like Itachi-san's style," he murmured.
The Path to Power
"I've mastered both the Thunder and Wind attributes to a proficient level," Indra thought, his crimson eyes gleaming. "I can already use both Black Lightning and Purple Lightning."
He paused, lost in thought.
"I should aim to master all seven chakra natures — and at least one or two Kekkei Genkai — to fully understand how different elements merge. Once I grasp that, I can try combining all seven to reach the level of Kekkei Mōra, like Grandmother Kaguya. To achieve that, I'll need deep understanding… perfect elemental harmony."
A faint grin crossed his face.
"I should also learn Sage Mode. It'll be essential when fighting the Ōtsutsuki."
His Sharingan glowed faintly as he continued to analyze his progress.
"Thanks to my lineage as Indra Ōtsutsuki, I can already manifest the Susanoo up to its third stage without awakening the Mangekyō. My three-tomoe Sharingan's ocular power surpasses that of a normal Uchiha's Mangekyō — after all, I am the founder of the Uchiha. The first of my kind."
He exhaled slowly, a trace of pride in his expression.
"Another advantage of inheriting Indra's memories is that I've learned a method to train Yin and ying -attribute chakra. At this rate, I'll awaken the Mangekyō Sharingan in one or two years… then I'll gain my exclusive eye technique and achieve the Complete-Body Susanoo. I can't wait to see it."
While Indra was lost in thought, a soft, familiar voice called out to him.
"Hey, Indra-kun!"
He turned toward the sound. Standing a short distance away was his friend and sparring partner, Himawari Uzumaki, waving cheerfully at him.

With beautiful, pale skin like jade and sky-blue eyes that could mesmerize anyone, she had a cute yet beautiful face. Two whisker marks on both of her cheeks added to her charm, and her dark blue hair gave her an air of nobility. She was wearing a yellow t-shirt with a sunflower printed on it, a pink skirt, and black stockings.
"Oh, hey Hima. What's up?" Indra said in his usual cool tone.
"Oh, come on, Indra-kun. Try to act a little cheerful when you see your best friend," Himawari replied, pouting.
"Tch. I'm not as hyperactive as you."
After saying that, Indra turned his head toward the target 🎯.
"That's why you have no friends—except me," Himawari said with a smirk.
She was deliberately teasing Indra. Sure enough, it had an effect.
A tick mark appeared on Indra's forehead in annoyance.
"How about we have a spar?" proposed Himawari with a smile.
"Sure, why not? You're going to lose anyway—like always," said Indra with a smirk.
He was deliberately teasing her—payback for earlier.
Himawari had a look of annoyance, remembering how many times she had lost.
"You'll see! This time, I'll definitely win. I'll even give you a surprise," she said, confidence in her tone.
"Then let's begin."
Both of them took their stances.
Himawari activated her Byakugan and took the Gentle Fist posture.
Indra's Sharingan began to spin, its crimson glow intensifying as he locked onto his opponent. Every muscle in his body tensed, his senses sharp and focused. In one smooth motion, he slid into his fighting stance — ready to respond to any attack at a moment's notice.
Himawari was the first to move. Chakra coated her fists as she took the Gentle Fist stance of the Hyūga Clan.
With precise movements, she swung her fists toward Indra, aiming to strike his chakra points.
But Indra's Sharingan spun rapidly — his dynamic vision perfectly reading her every movement. He shifted gracefully, avoiding each strike with minimal motion. Then, seeing an opening, he countered with a chakra-infused sweeping kick, breaking her rhythm and forcing her back.
Realizing she held no advantage in close combat, Himawari leaped backward, forming a hand seal.
"Wind Style: Great Breakthrough!"
She exhaled forcefully, releasing a massive gust of wind. Thanks to her immense Uzumaki chakra reserves, the jutsu expanded — forming into a roaring tornado rushing straight toward Indra.
Indra's eyes narrowed. In a flash, he activated the Lightning Style: Body Flicker Technique, vanishing from sight. The tornado tore through the ground behind him, uprooting trees as it passed.
Seeing an opening, Indra clapped his hands together and inhaled deeply.
"Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu!"
A blazing sphere of fire nearly ten meters wide burst from his mouth, racing toward Himawari with incredible speed.
But she didn't panic.
Instead, Himawari calmly spun in place — her chakra bursting outward as she rotated at incredible speed, forming a spherical barrier around her.
"Revolving Heaven!"
The fireball struck the spinning shield but was instantly repelled and dispersed, flames scattering harmlessly into the air.
Before Indra could react, Himawari used the Wind Style: Body Flicker to close the distance between them.
To his surprise, a spinning blue chakra sphere formed in her right hand.
"Rasengan…" Indra murmured, impressed.
A small smirk formed on his face. It's only been five days since I explained the principle of the Rasengan to her, and she already mastered it… truly impressive.
Crackling lightning erupted from his own right hand.
"Chidori!"
The two jutsu pulsed with energy — one humming with wind and rotation, the other sparking with piercing lightning. They charged at each other, the air between them trembling with power.
Just before the two techniques collided, Indra made a quick decision. His Sharingan spun faster, and in an instant, he cast a genjutsu on Himawari.
Her movements froze mid-step, the Rasengan dissipating in her hand. Indra dispelled his Chidori and appeared beside her, placing two fingers gently on her neck.
A moment later, Himawari blinked, breaking free from the illusion. She looked down, realizing she had lost.
"Ah… I lost again," she sighed softly, a hint of disappointment in her voice.
Indra, noticing her downcast expression, spoke with a rare, gentle tone.
"Don't look so depressed. You fought beautifully. Even I enjoyed that battle — and your last move was a huge surprise. You're really something, Hima."
Himawari's eyes brightened at his words. She smiled warmly.
"Thank you, Indra-kun. Don't worry, I'll get stronger! I won't let you down!"
Her smile was so genuine, so radiant, that Indra found himself momentarily stunned. What a beautiful smile… he thought, feeling something stir deep inside him. In that quiet moment, he made a silent vow — to always protect her.
After shaking off the thought, Indra extended a hand toward her.
"Come on, get up."
Himawari took his hand and stood, brushing off the dust on her skirt.
"Indra-kun," she said with a small pout, "I'm a little thirsty. Can we go get something to drink? Please?" She gave him her best puppy-dog eyes.
Indra sighed, already knowing he couldn't refuse.
"Fine. I'll treat you," he said, rolling his eyes but smiling faintly.
"Yay! Thanks, Indra-kun!" she cheered happily.
The two walked side by side toward Konoha's shopping district, bickering playfully the whole way.
Without realizing it, their hands found each other's — fingers gently intertwined as they walked beneath the afternoon sun.
To be continued.