Foreword: My writing style leans toward seriousness, because I'm a serious and disciplined person in real life. Even starving won't make me change that. Except in bed.
Also, there's nowhere for me to store your brains, because I literally can't write without… certain things.
Heh. Let's begin.
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Konoha Year 80, July 1st, 7:30 PM.
Deep beneath Konoha, in the forbidden burial grounds for sealed corpses.
A tall man clad in a black ceremonial cloak stood before a coffin. His long hair fell loosely to his shoulders, and beneath it, the Uchiha clan's fan crest stood out starkly.
The Konoha guard he held in one hand rasped weakly, "Uchiha Akira… do you know who's inside that coffin?!"
"I know. Uchiha Madara."
"Then are you trying to become the enemy of the entire ninja world?! Lord Hokage will never let you go!"
"Go to hell."
Buzz.
Scarlet light flashed through Akira's Sharingan. A powerful mental shockwave erupted, and the ANBU instantly lost consciousness.
Akira casually tossed him into the corridor behind, where countless other fallen ANBU already lay.
Resting his hand on the coffin, Akira's eyes shimmered with complicated emotions.
"Seven years… I've finally reached this step."
Akira was a transmigrator—one who had been reborn into this world from birth.
In Konoha Year 48, he was born in the Land of Lightning.
His parents were descendants of the Uchiha clan who had once guarded the Blood Prison Clan's forbidden grounds. After disaster struck, they changed their names and identities, hiding among civilians.
The couple was fated to have no children.
Yet Akira was destined to have a brother.
Two years after his birth, his younger brother Jin was born.
Both brothers awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan at an early age. Their relationship mirrored that of Madara and Izuna—deeply loyal, deeply bonded.
As a transmigrator, Akira knew that during the Boruto era, the ninja world would undergo catastrophic changes.
So from a very young age, with Jin's help, he began laying plans for the future.
The earliest plan revolved around a powerful alliance between the Akira-Jin brothers and Naruto and Sasuke.
After the Fourth Great Ninja War, Akira stepped out from the shadows. He explained the dangers to Konoha under Naruto's leadership, hoping to change the fate where Naruto and Sasuke would eventually fade into the background.
But reality was cruel.
Not only was he ignored, he was labeled a dangerous fanatic spreading false prophecies.
Then, seven years ago, tragedy struck.
Jin died in an accident.
Akira transplanted his brother's eyes, merging their ocular powers. Upon awakening the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, his eyes birthed entirely new abilities.
Altogether, they housed six rare ocular techniques.
Namely— , , , , , .
Well, including his original abilities, Akira now wielded seven ocular techniques in total.
But more terrifying than their number was their quality.
These peerless eyes, nurturing rare powers, showed Akira another path—one that didn't rely on Naruto and Sasuke.
A path to shatter that destined future.
He revised the plans he once made with his brother.
And today, he finally took the most crucial step.
Reanimating Uchiha Madara.
And recruiting him, along with another already-convinced reanimated ninja, as his right and left hands.
"Naruto. Sasuke. I won't wait in place for you anymore."
"From now on, either keep up…"
"Or be left far behind."
Buzz.
Akira's three-tomoe Sharingan spun, blooming into breathtaking patterns.
An Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.
Whoosh!
A black vortex erupted from his right eye, swallowing both Akira and the coffin.
7:38 PM.
Inside a hidden stone chamber in the mountains, prepared long in advance.
The walls and ceiling were plastered with forbidden talismans.
At the center of the massive formation stood something that shouldn't exist.
A White Zetsu.
Crystals of ice encasing its body slowly melted as light flickered in Akira's right eye.
Its frozen yellow-brown eyes regained awareness.
It looked around.
Then it saw Akira.
Fragmented memories instantly reconnected.
"Y-You… it's you! I remember you were just a short-haired brat! How did you turn into some long-haired Madara-like wanderer?!"
Near the end of the Fourth War, the White Zetsu had died alongside the "release of Infinite Tsukuyomi.
Akira had used a unique ocular technique to freeze time, preserving some of them as backup.
This one was among them.
"Impressive that you recognized me at first glance," Akira smiled.
"How could I not?! You look like Madara and Hashirama's love child!"
Akira chuckled. "That's… a rare description. I never knew how to describe my own looks."
"Stop joking around! What's going on?! How did you suddenly grow up?!"
"I froze your time with my eyes. To you, it was just a blink. But fifteen years have passed."
"F-Fifteen years?! What about the war?!"
"The war is over. You should've died with the others. You're only standing here because of me, breathing air from fifteen years later."
"But soon, you'll sleep again."
Akira turned to the upright coffin behind him.
A special talisman was pasted at its center.
It was a safeguard personally arranged by Sasuke—the one who had proposed preserving Madara's body.
If anyone other than the caster removed it, the remains would be destroyed instantly, and a space-time technique powered by the Rinnegan would activate to deliver punishment in person.
Divine Illumination.
Buzz.
Akira's right eye focused.
Light flashed.
The talisman dissolved into black particles.
The corpse-destroying seal and teleportation formation collapsed from the source, rendered useless.
Divine Illumination could erase physical objects, chakra phenomena, and even techniques bound to mediums.
In simple terms—
It erased everything except living beings.
Crack.
The coffin lid opened.
Madara's remains were revealed.
White Zetsu stared in shock for a long time, then examined the surrounding formation.
The more it looked, the worse it felt.
"Hey… this formation looks familiar! You're not planning to use me as a sacrifice for reanimating Madara, are you?! Like Orochimaru did with us back then?!"
"Smart," Akira replied lightly.
He slashed Madara's shoulder with a kunai, then flicked it into the formation.
Clang.
The coffin was closed again.
With one hand on the lid, Akira's eyes trembled with power.
Ten seconds later—
Crack, crack.
The coffin froze solid.
Amid swirling frost, it vanished.
White Zetsu sighed. "So I never had a choice, huh…"
Akira's hands flew through seals.
Hidden beneath his bangs, his left eye glowed crimson.
Midonō.
In myth, Midonō was a god of irrigation.
As an ocular technique, it amplified any technique it supported, producing "excess returns."
White Zetsu screamed in despair, "Damn you! I curse you to never get a wife! And if you do, she'll be just like me—no asshole!"
"Sorry," Akira said calmly. "I'm married."
"And my wife…"
"Has all six eyes intact."
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Midonō: Reanimation Jutsu!
"GRAAAH!"
A storm erupted in the dark cavern.
White Zetsu vanished in screams and dust.
The dust solidified into the form of a towering man.
Wild hair cascaded down.
His upper body was bare, clad only in black pants.
On his chest, dust formed a white face.
Hashirama Senju's face.
Buzz.
Sage markings appeared upon it.
The man's eyes were shut.
Cracks on his face filled with dust.
Suddenly, his black hair rose.
And within his eye sockets—
Rinnegan bloomed.
Perfectly restored.
Uchiha Madara.
Returned.
Boom!
The moment he opened his eyes, pressure blasted across the chamber, rattling talismans on the walls.
Under this overwhelming aura, Akira stood unmoved, not even blinking.
He said nothing.
He allowed Madara time to adapt.
To understand his situation.
Madara looked at his mottled palm, frowning.
"Tch… Edo Tensei again? What are Naruto and Sasuke doing? Letting another rat like Kabuto run loose…"
"Hm?"
He froze.
Because he saw crimson eyes glowing in the darkness.
Surrounded by the flame-shaped hair of the Uchiha.
Long hair.
"Those eyes… composite patterns… Eternal Mangekyō?"
After a brief pause, Madara's gaze hardened.
"So you're not some coward hiding in the shadows. Besides Sasuke, there are still Uchiha survivors… unexpected. Brat, state your name."
"My name is Uchiha Akira. It's an honor to meet you, Uchiha Madara."
"Akira…"
Madara stared at Akira's partially hidden left eye.
"That eye bears traces of recent usage. You used it with Edo Tensei, didn't you? Speak. What did you do to my body?"
"Simply put," Akira replied, "everything except the Ten-Tails' power has been restored to your prime."
Madara examined the Sage face on his chest, then his eyes.
His gaze toward Akira changed.
Folding his arms, he spoke slowly,
"Preserving true Rinnegan power through Edo Tensei… impressive. Not only do you have good eyes…"
"But good guts."
Without warning, his right Rinnegan focused.
"Lie down first. I'll interrogate you properly."
Limbo: Border Jail.