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Indra stepped out from the concealed entrance of the mountain dome, the morning sun warm on his face. He took a deep breath of the crisp, pine-scented air, expecting the familiar, secluded silence of the wilderness. The breath hitched in his throat.
The world below had been utterly transformed.
Where there had once been only the untamed forest flanking the Naka River, now lay the bustling, nascent heart of a civilization. The sound was the first thing that struck him—a distant, vibrant hum of activity, the chitter of construction, the faint shouts of coordination, the rhythmic thump-thump-thump of earth being compacted. He stood on the cliff's edge, his Six Eyes automatically activating, their divine perception zooming in to take in the staggering detail.
A village was being born. And it was being built directly below him, in the very shadow of the mountain that had been his sanctuary.
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In the six months of Indra's hibernation, the combined genius of Toka, Izuna, and Tobirama had been unleashed with relentless, feverish intensity. Their plan, once a theoretical gambit discussed in hushed tones, had become a breathtaking reality.
The first phase had been recruitment. While Hashirama provided the vision and the raw power of his Wood Style, it was the trio of strategists who executed the diplomacy. They didn't just invite clans; they presented an irrefutable argument. Messengers were sent not with threats, but with detailed charts, maps, and a vision of a future free from the constant drain of inter-clan warfare, protected by the overwhelming power of the Uchiha-Senju alliance. The unspoken, yet clearly understood, subtext was the legend of the Valley of Death and the being who had created it.
The Sarutobi clan, pragmatic and forward-thinking, were the first major clan to pledge allegiance. Their leader, Sasuke Sarutobi, saw the stability and potential for growth. The Shimura clan, long-time allies of the Sarutobi, followed suit. The Hyuga, proud and insular, were a harder sell, but the demonstration of power and the promise of a secure, dominant position within the new hierarchy won over their leader, Saguro Hyuga. The Ino-Shika-Cho trio, masters of tactical combination, joined as a bloc, seeing the strategic advantage. The Aburame, with their unique insect-based techniques, added a layer of unparalleled intelligence gathering. A small but influential contingent of the Uzumaki clan, led by the formidable Mito, arrived, drawn by the bonds of blood with the Senju and the promise of applying their legendary fuinjutsu on a scale never before attempted.
Countless minor clans—the Koharu, the Hamura, and a dozen others whose names were barely known outside their own territories—flocked to the banner. They were given land, a voice in the new council, and, most importantly, protection.
The land itself, a vast tract straddling the Naka River, was formally divided between the Uchiha and Senju, a symbolic and practical gesture of their new parity. Then, the building began.
For one solid month, the site was a controlled maelstrom of creation. Hashirama and Toka stood at the center of it all, their hands pressed to the earth. With deep, resonant calls of "Wood Style!" they didn't just build houses; they grew them. Mighty trees twisted and shaped themselves into sturdy frameworks, walls wove themselves from interlocking branches, and rooftops of broad, resilient leaves unfurled against the sky. It was a symphony of life, a forest sculpted into a city.
Uzumaki Mito and Toka then moved through the emerging structures, their brushes dripping with special ink. They didn't just paint seals on walls; they wove fuinjutsu into the village's very foundation. Barrier seals were inscribed on the perimeter, strong enough to deflect a sustained assault. Security seals were hidden in doorways and alleyways, designed to alert the guards of any unauthorized chakra. Reinforcement seals were etched into the wooden beams, making them as hard as steel. The village walls, grown by Hashirama, were then layered with these seals, transforming them from simple palisades into an impenetrable, chakra-reactive fortress.
Meanwhile, Madara, Izuna, and Tobirama became the diplomats and archivists of this new world. They visited every new clan, not as conquerors, but as partners. In exchange for learning the unique chakra techniques of the Sarutobi's Fire Style, the Aburame's insect manipulation, or the Hyuga's Gentle Fist, they offered the Uchiha's mastery of the Sharingan's foundational genjutsu and the Senju's unparalleled water and earth nature transformations. It was an unprecedented exchange of knowledge, a deliberate act of building a shared, integrated military and cultural power base. The fear that had defined Madara in another timeline was absent; here, he was met with a respectful, almost reverential gratitude. But that reverence was always tinged with a deeper, more primal fear—not of Madara, but of the unseen god, Indra Uchiha.
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The hum of the new village was punctuated by the tense silence in the newly constructed Council Hall. Leaders from every allied clan were assembled. The air was thick with the scent of fresh-cut wood and unspoken anxieties.
Sarutobi Sasuke, his face a mask of polite inquiry, was the first to broach the subject everyone was thinking. "This progress is remarkable. The unity we've achieved… it is beyond what any of us dreamed. But I must ask… we have not seen Lord Indra Uchiha in over a month. Is he well?"
Tobirama's crimson eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. He saw the intelligence-gathering attempt for what it was. "Lord Indra has returned to his celestial training grounds to further master his Sage Mode," he stated, his voice cold and factual. "His power is not static. It evolves."
A frown passed through the assembly. It was Saguro Hyuga who spoke next, his Byakugan-active eyes shifting to Toka. His tone held a hint of daring, a testing of waters. "Lady Toka. The rumors that swept the continent after the battle in the valley… they say you, Lord Hashirama, and Lord Madara fought Lord Indra together. And that you… did not gain the upper hand. Is this true?"
The question hung in the air, disrespectful in its implication. It was not a question of fact, but a probe into Indra's perceived vulnerability.
Toka's expression, usually composed, hardened. Hashirama's friendly demeanor vanished. Madara's lip curled into a silent snarl. Izuna's hand twitched toward his katana. Tobirama's chakra grew icy.
It was Madara who answered, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "You speak of things you cannot comprehend."
But it was Saguro who pressed further, emboldened by the silence of the other leaders. "We must comprehend! If we were to all group upon him, every clan leader here, with our full strength… could we kill him? He is a power beyond control. A danger to us all if he ever turns his gaze inward!"
The dam broke.
Simultaneously, five auras of immense, crushing power erupted in the hall. Not one, but five. Hashirama's was a vast, life-giving pressure that felt like being buried alive in a forest. Madara's was a searing, demonic intent that promised incineration. Izuna's was a sharp, piercing killing intent that sought the heart. Tobirama's was a cold, analytical pressure that froze the blood. And Toka's… hers was a monstrous, suffocating force that combined the weight of the deep ocean with the razor's edge of a lightning storm.
The combined pressure forced the hundred-plus powerful clan leaders to their knees. They gasped, their vision swimming. They were ants before a hurricane.
Toka took a step forward, her voice cutting through the oppressive energy, each word a shard of ice. "You think to 'group upon' him? You believe numbers are a shield against a tsunami? Listen to me, all of you. In our battle, Indra Uchiha never once used his ultimate technique. A power unique to his bloodline, known as a Domain Expansion. Had he unleashed it, not a single speck of dust from that valley would remain. Not the valley, not the mountains around it, not us. He held back."
She let the terrifying image sink in, her gaze sweeping over the prostrated forms.
"So, I will say this only once. If any of you harbor the foolish, suicidal notion of standing against Indra Uchiha, you are free to leave this village now. Take your clans and go. He is not your enemy. He is the shield that will protect this village from any threat, internal or external, for a thousand years. Yes, he will execute anyone who starts a war. But he is not a mindless beast. He is justice incarnate. So, I ask again… does anyone here have a problem with Indra Uchiha?"
The silence was absolute, broken only by the ragged breathing of the chastised leaders.
It was Sarutobi Sasuke who found his voice first, his head still bowed. "Lady Toka… we apologize. Our fear spoke for us. But… can you promise us? Can you promise that Lord Indra will never turn that power against this village? Against us?"
Toka slowly retracted her crushing chakra. The room collectively gasped in relief. Her expression softened into something warm, confident, and utterly surprising.
"Yes," she said, her voice clear and carrying to every ear. "I can promise you that. Because when he returns, Indra Uchiha and I are to be married."
The statement landed not with a whisper, but with the force of a cataclysm.
A collective, stunned intake of breath sucked the air from the room. The Senju Goddess of War… and the Uchiha God of Destruction? It was the most absurd, unimaginable, and yet, perfectly logical union they had ever heard. It was a political masterstroke that would permanently cement the alliance, and a personal bond that would tether the world's most powerful being to its heart.
On the dais, Tobirama allowed a rare, slight smile. Hashirama beamed, his earlier anger forgotten in his joy for his sister. Madara and Izuna exchanged a look of grim satisfaction. This was the final piece. The marriage would not just unite two people; it would finally, irrevocably, bury the century-old grudge between their clans. The Uchiha and Senju would not just be allies; they would be family. And in the rational, formidable Toka, they had the one person who could truly understand and guide the immense, sometimes terrifying, power of Indra Uchiha.
The future of the village, once a precarious dream, now felt as solid and unshakeable as the mountain upon which its protector slept.
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