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[Sorry, guys! I forgot to upload the new Naruto chapter because I was focused on a new fanfic.
My sister is away, so for this chapter, I'm using AI to help. I'll rewrite it myself, but it might not be the best.
I understand if it's a bit cringe and appreciate your patience. I'll make sure tomorrow's chapter is well-written.
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[FOR EVERY 100 POWERSTONES = 1 EXTRA CHAPTER]
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From his vantage point high on the mountain, Indra's Six Eyes beheld a tapestry of life being woven below. The nascent village, once just lines of chakra and intent in the minds of its founders, was now a vibrant, breathing reality. The hum of construction was a symphony of hope. He saw children, their chakra signatures small and bright, chasing each other through streets that had been forest paths months ago. He saw Uchiha and Aburame sharing a meal outside a newly grown teahouse, their auras mingling in a way that would have been unthinkable a year prior. He saw Sarutobi and Senju shinobi practicing joint taijutsu katas in a cleared field.
His heart, so often a fortress of cold logic and simmering power, felt a warmth that had nothing to do with the sun on his skin or the chakra in his veins. This was the peace John Pendragon had fought and died for, rendered here in a world of chakra and clans. This was the future he, as Indra, had carved from stone and blood and fear. He had done this. They had done this.
A soft, affectionate smile touched his lips. He reached out with his mind, the telepathic bond he had learned from Agni feeling as natural as breathing.
'Agni. The view from up here is… perfect.'
High above the village, a majestic shadow circled. Agni, in her full, glorious span, was a living sentinel. Her fiery eyes, sharper than any Byakugan, scanned the forests and rivers for miles, her senses tuned to any flicker of hostile intent. Hearing his voice in her mind was like feeling the sun break through clouds. Her joy was a warm pulse through their connection.
'They build well, little brother. The nest is strong. And it is full of life.'
'I need you for a moment. Could you let the others know I'm awake?'
'Of course.'
A moment later, in the newly constructed Council Hall, the five progenitors were buried in the unglamorous but vital work of governance—resource allocation, patrol schedules, dispute mediation. The air was thick with the scent of ink and parchment.
Then, Agni's voice, smooth and ancient, flowed into their minds. 'The slumbering one awakens. He calls.'
The effect was instantaneous. Pens were dropped. Scrolls were abandoned mid-sentence. In five simultaneous bursts of speed that would have been invisible to any but the most elite jonin, they vanished from the hall. Toka was a blur of motion, her heart hammering a rhythm of relief and anticipation. Hashirama's usually boisterous departure was uncharacteristically silent and focused. Madara and Izuna moved with the lethal grace of predators answering a summon. Tobirama's shunshin was a flicker of cold, efficient light.
They reappeared on the mountain ledge just as Indra was affectionately running his fingers through the fiery plumage on Agni's neck, the divine beast purring with a sound like rumbling embers.
"This is just not fair!" Izuna blurted out, the first to break the awed silence, a grin splitting his face. "We've spent the last six months training with her! Her flames can melt steel like it's morning dew! Her speed makes my Mangekyo strain to keep up! A one-on-one fight with her is basically a fancy form of suicide! And here you are, treating the living incarnation of solar wrath like a house cat!"
The others chuckled, the tension of their frantic arrival melting away. It was true. In Indra's absence, Agni had become their ultimate sparring partner and guardian. They had all felt the terrifying depth of her power.
"In the whole time," Izuna continued, pointing a dramatic finger at Toka, "only she was allowed to get away with patting Agni's fur! And that was only because of her… you know… special connection to a certain someone." He waggled his eyebrows.
But Toka wasn't smiling. Her expression was deadly serious, her gaze locked on Indra. The joy of seeing him awake was warring with a fear that had gnawed at her for six months.
"Indra," she said, her voice low and intense, cutting through the levity. "What did you give us? Those five drops of blood. Tell us. The truth."
The atmosphere sobered instantly. Hashirama, Madara, Izuna, and Tobirama all looked at him, their expressions shifting from relief to sharp concern.
Indra's hand stilled on Agni's neck. He looked at Toka, really looked at her. He saw Vidya's fierce protectiveness, her brilliant mind that could never be fooled for long. He saw the worry etched into the very lines of her chakra. He reached out and gently stroked her blonde hair, his touch infinitely tender.
"That," he said softly, "was the Essence of my blood. Not just blood. It is my concentrated life force. My vitality."
He let the words hang in the air, watching their faces pale as they understood the magnitude of his statement.
"Every single drop contained a hundred years of my vitality," he continued, his tone matter-of-fact, as if discussing the weather. "You three," he gestured to Toka, Hashirama, and Madara, "pushed your bodies to the absolute brink in our fight. You burned your very lifespans as fuel. And you two," his gaze shifted to Tobirama and Izuna, "your chakra pathways weren't just damaged; they were poisoned, corrupted on a fundamental level by that shadow's energy. I could restore the flesh, but not the spirit of the pathways. My life essence… it didn't just heal you. It replaced what was lost. It reforged you, stronger than before."
The confession was met with a storm of protest.
"You fool!" Madara snapped, his Eternal Mangekyo flaring with agitation. "You carved centuries from your own life for us?!"
"Brother, that's… that's too much!" Izuna's voice was thick with emotion.
Hashirama looked devastated. "We pushed you to that fight! And you repaid us by sacrificing your own longevity?"
Even Tobirama, the stoic logician, was visibly shaken. "The risk was incalculable. To sever one's own vitality… it's a metaphysical self-mutilation."
Indra simply listened to their scolding, a faint, patient smile on his face. When they had spent their initial outburst, he raised a hand.
"Don't worry," he said, his voice calm and sure. "My body is… unique. The Sage Mode I mastered is not just a technique; it's a fundamental alteration of my existence. I can recover lost life force. Solar energy is the most efficient method. My body is a conduit. I absorb the sun's light and convert it directly into vitality. I can even draw upon deeper cosmic energies, though that process is slower. It just takes time."
He made it sound so simple. So mundane.
It was Tobirama who, with his razor-sharp analytical mind, pierced through to the ultimate implication. His crimson eyes widened a fraction, a rare show of utter shock.
"So," Tobirama said, his voice barely a whisper, yet it silenced everyone. "As long as the sun continues to shine… you can continually regenerate not just your chakra, but your very lifespan. You are, for all intents and purposes… immortal. Am I correct?"
The question landed in the clearing like a physical blow.
Toka, who carried the memories of John Pendragon's mortal struggle and finite life, felt the world tilt on its axis. Hashirama's jaw went slack. Madara and Izuna stared as if seeing Indra for the first time. Immortality. The dream of madmen and sages, spoken of as a myth, was standing casually before them, admitting it as a simple biological fact.
Indra met Tobirama's gaze and gave a single, slow nod. "Yes. That is correct."
The silence that followed was profound. It wasn't a silence of fear, like the one in the Council Hall. This was a silence of awe, of a paradigm shifting so fundamentally that the world itself seemed new.
He had trusted them with this. The ultimate secret. The truth of his divine nature. He had not hesitated. He had not prevaricated. In that simple, honest nod, he had placed his eternal life in their hands.
The five of them looked at him, this brother, this leader, this god who had fought for them, bled for them, and now entrusted them with the truth of his endless existence. The faith he showed in them was a warmth more profound than any solar energy, a bond stronger than any clan tie. It filled the space between them, a silent, unbreakable vow. They were not just allies or family. They were the guardians of a god, and he, in turn, was the eternal shield for their world. The future stretched out before them, not as a fleeting mortal dream, but as an endless dawn, forever guarded by their sun.
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