Two Weeks After the Train Incident
Inside the Dream of Indra Uchiha…
Once again, fragments of another life began to play before his eyes — the memories of Indra Ōtsutsuki.
A vast forest stretched endlessly beneath a crimson sunset. The sound of rustling leaves filled the air as a young Indra trained alone, sweat glistening on his forehead.
Then suddenly—
Rustle.
He froze. His instincts flared like lightning.
Without hesitation, he spun and hurled a kunai toward a tree branch where he had sensed a presence. The blade whistled through the air and embedded itself into the bark.
"Who's there?!" he demanded, his voice sharp,
For a moment, silence. Only the whisper of the wind.
Then… a voice.
Low. Slithering. Unnatural.
"Hehehe… I'm so happy you sensed my presence… Indra Ōtsutsuki."
The sound echoed through the forest — chilling, almost playful, but carrying an ancient weight that made the air itself tremble.
From the shadowed branch, a figure slowly emerged — cloaked in darkness, its outline flickering as if it didn't fully belong to this world.

A low, eerie chuckle answered him. From the shadows above, a dark figure slowly emerged, stepping into the faint light.
Indra's eyes narrowed. It's that strange one again.
"It's you… Why do you keep following me?" he demanded.
The figure tilted its head, voice smooth yet unsettling. "Because you will grow strong, Indra. You possess desire, potential… and a rare talent for Ninshu."
The boy clenched his fists, unsure whether to feel proud or wary.
"However," the figure continued, circling the branch like a predator, "you are still unaware of your true power."
"My… true power?" Indra muttered under his breath.
The figure smiled faintly. "Yes. A far greater strength lies dormant within you—one that even you cannot yet comprehend."
Indra's gaze hardened. "What are you talking about?"
"There is a condition," the figure said softly, "for awakening that power."
The boy's nerves tightened. "Who are you?!" he shouted. "And how do you know all this?!"
"It doesn't matter who I am," came the calm reply. "What matters is that if you awaken your power… my wish will come true someday."
As he spoke, the figure lifted his gaze to the pale moon above, the glow reflecting in his yellow eyes.
Then he looked back down at Indra and grinned. "But never mind that. We were talking about your power, weren't we? Tell me… do you wish to know how to awaken it?"
Indra's expression hardened, suspicion flickering in his eyes.
"It has nothing to do with training," the figure whispered.
Indra frowned. "Then what—?"
"You must lose love."
The words hit him like a blade to the heart.
"What do you mean?" Indra demanded, his voice trembling.
But before he could speak again, an image of Ashura flashed through his mind—his brother's face, bright and smiling.
The figure chuckled darkly. "Like having someone you love… Let's test it, shall we?"
His grin widened—twisted, cruel—as the wind around them turned cold.

After saying that, the mysterious figure began to fade into the air, its presence dissolving like mist.
"Wait!!" shouted Indra.
But before he could take another step, a sudden chill ran down his spine. His eyes widened in horror.
"Ashura!!!"
Without hesitation, Indra dashed forward, his heart pounding as he searched for his younger brother.
On his way, he caught sight of a familiar figure—his loyal pet, Shiro.
Shiro… thought Indra, clenching his fists as he pushed forward.
He leaped onto a tall tree, scanning the area ahead. His eyes locked onto a terrifying sight—Ashura was cornered, a massive wild boar charging straight toward him.
"Ashura! Use ninjutsu!" Indra shouted.
Ashura's hands trembled as he tried to form the hand seals, but fear paralyzed him. His fingers refused to move.
Seeing this, Indra's instincts took over. He sprang from the tree and landed between Ashura and the beast.
"Go behind me and hide," he said firmly.
Ashura, still trembling, obeyed without question.
Indra turned his gaze toward the boar, his expression cold and sharp as steel.
"How dare you hurt my brother," he said in a voice filled with rage.
Lightning began to crackle around his right hand as he formed a series of hand seals. The air itself seemed to tremble as he charged forward with blinding speed.
In an instant, he appeared behind the boar. A flash of light cut through the silence—and then, with a heavy thud, the creature collapsed lifelessly to the ground.
Ashura rushed toward him, clutching Shiro in his arms.
"Elder brother!!!" he cried.
Indra turned, his expression softening. "Are you alright, Ashura?"
"I'm fine, elder brother… but Shiro…" Ashura's voice broke as tears welled up in his eyes.
Indra placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Shiro gave his life to protect you. Give him a proper burial."
Ashura nodded weakly, tears streaming down his face. Indra gently wiped them away.
As Ashura looked up, he froze. "Elder brother… your eyes!"
Confused, Indra pulled out his kunai and glanced at his reflection.
What stared back at him was not his usual gaze—but a pair of crimson eyes, glowing with two spinning tomoe.
The power of the Sharingan had awakened.
As Indra Uchiha drifted back into consciousness, a deep, haunting voice echoed through the darkness of his mind:
"My soul will reincarnate and fight, however long it takes…
Love? There is no need for love. Only power.
Ashura… I am no longer that man."
Then, in the darkness, Indra Ōtsutsuki's eyes opened—reflected within them was a crimson and black hexagram-patterned Mangekyō Sharingan, glowing faintly in the void.

Behind him, a divine complete body Susanoo of deep violet was kneeling in silence.
Its crimson eyes glowed faintly, watching Indra with unspoken recognition—awaiting the moment its power would finally be called forth.


Indra woke up with a gasp, holding his forehead as beads of sweat rolled down from it. His Sharingan had activated on its own and began spinning. It was about to form a hexagram, but perhaps the accumulation wasn't enough — it reverted back to its three-tomoe state.
Indra didn't notice much; he was still deep in thought.
"I'm receiving the memories of the original Indra again… but that last scene still lingers in my mind — Complete Body Susanoo, the true power of a god," muttered Indra.
"And the obsession of the original Indra… don't worry. Since I am Indra now, I shall defeat Ashura — a.k.a. Uzumaki Naruto — and prove that power is the absolute truth of this world."
Breaking away from his thoughts, he finally noticed that the power of his Sharingan had increased slightly. He could feel it — his Mangekyō Sharingan wasn't far away.
Thinking of this, he clenched his fist in excitement.
"Sooner or later, I will stand at the top of this world," said Indra, his voice filled with determination.
After saying that, he got ready to go to the academy. After having breakfast with his mother, Sakura, he said goodbye to her and started walking toward the academy.
Over the years, he had created many new ninjutsu — he had even recreated the Flying Thunder God Jutsu.
While he was lost in his thoughts, he heard a pleasant female voice from behind him.
"Indra-kun!"
Indra stopped and turned around to see who it was. It was Hima.

She was in her ninja outfit.

"Oh, it's you," Indra said indifferently, his tone flat as ever.
"Hey! What's with that reaction?" Himawari puffed her cheeks, pouting adorably. "At least try to be a little happy to see your only friend!"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm thrilled," Indra replied, his voice dripping with obvious disinterest.
Himawari's eye twitched. There it is again… that perfunctory attitude.
She let out a sigh. "Forget it…"
Indra glanced at her briefly. "So, what's up, Himawari? You seem unusually talkative today."
"I should be the one asking you that!" she said, tilting her head. "You look like you're deep in thought."
"Nothing much," Indra replied calmly. "Just thinking about creating a new ninjutsu."
Himawari groaned. "Seriously? That's all you ever think about!"
"Pretty much."
She crossed her arms. "Then why did you get into trouble with my brother during that train incident?"
"Tch." Indra clicked his tongue, irritation flashing across his face. "I went there because I sensed an evil chakra. I ended up saving your brother's sorry hide, that's all."
Himawari sighed again. "You and Boruto just can't get along, can you? I really don't understand why."
"I don't either," Indra said, his tone deadpan. "But whenever I look at him, I just feel the urge to punch him."
"Eh?" Himawari froze, blinking. Wait... that's the exact same thing my brother said about him!
Trying to defuse the tension, she clasped her hands and gave him her best puppy-eyed look. "But can't you at least try to get along?"
Indra met her gaze and sighed. "...I'll think about it."
Himawari's lips curved into a soft smile. She knew him well — for someone as stubborn as Indra, even that answer meant a lot.
As they continued chatting, time passed quickly, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the Shinobi Academy.
At the Academy
Sliding open the classroom door, the two entered together — and instantly, all eyes turned toward them.
The girls' faces lit up with heart-shaped eyes as they whispered among themselves. The boys, meanwhile, stared dreamily at Himawari.
Indra sighed inwardly. Great. More trouble.
"I really don't want to deal with these troublesome fangirls…" he muttered under his breath.
Himawari, oblivious to his annoyance, smiled brightly, excited to make new friends.
"Hey, isn't that Indra Uchiha?" one girl whispered. "I heard he's a genius!"
"Yeah, my parents said he's really strong! But wow, he's even more handsome in person…" another said, her expression turning downright dreamy.
"What about the girl with him?" someone else asked.
"Idiot, that's Himawari Uzumaki — the Hokage's daughter!"
"Ohhh, she's so pretty and cute…" one of the boys said, eyes sparkling.
"Do you think they're dating?" another student whispered.
Indra's eyebrow twitched. Are the kids of this generation seriously thinking about romance already?
Beside him, Himawari's face turned bright red. D-dating?! That's too early! She tried to calm herself but couldn't help sneaking a shy glance at Indra. But… now that I look at him closely, he really is handsome…
Meanwhile...
Across the room, Sarada sat with Chocho and Sumire.
"Wow, Sarada, your brother is so cool and handsome!" Chocho exclaimed, stars in her eyes. "But it's such a pity he's already taken…" She cast a dramatic look toward Himawari.
Sarada smiled faintly. "Yeah… he and Hima are pretty close. My mom and Aunt Hinata are already cheering for them."
"Wait, I heard your brother already awakened the Sharingan," Sumire said curiously.
"Yeah, he did," Sarada replied, her expression turning a little complicated.
She adored her brother — he was kind, patient, and always willing to teach her. But deep down, she couldn't help but envy him. No matter how hard she trained, she could never catch up to his natural talent. Still, she smiled softly. He's my brother, after all. I'll just keep chasing him.
Back to Indra
Indra took his usual spot — the back seat by the window. Himawari sat beside him, gazing dreamily out the glass.
He turned to her. "Hey, you okay? You seem a little out of it."
She blinked, startled. "O-oh, I'm fine! Just… thinking."
Indra noticed her flustered expression but pretended not to. "I see."
Himawari secretly sighed in relief… though a small part of her felt disappointed that he hadn't teased her.
Their quiet moment was interrupted when the classroom door slid open.
"Yo!"
Of course — it was Boruto Uzumaki.
As he passed Indra's desk, the two locked eyes, glaring silently at each other before Boruto huffed and walked away.
Himawari sighed. At least they didn't start fighting right away. Progress, I guess…
But the calm didn't last long.
"Riding on the Hokage's coattails, huh?" a smug voice drawled.
Everyone turned. Standing there was a boy with platinum-blond hair, pale blue eyes, and an old-fashioned purple hoodie with overalls — Inojin Yamanaka.
"Oh, did I say that out loud?" he asked, feigning innocence.
"Hey, Inojin, chill," Shikadai muttered, while Denki tried to change the topic.
But Inojin ignored them, turning his gaze toward Indra.
"And you — how come you didn't get punished properly? I get Boruto being spared because of his dad, but you? What's your excuse? Is it because the Hokage feels sorry for you since you're the son of his best friend?"
The room fell silent.
Himawari facepalmed. Oh no. He's done for.
Indra slowly stood up, eyes glinting. "Looks like I'll have to teach someone their place…"
The air in the room grew thick, heavy — even suffocating. Students exchanged nervous looks as Indra activated his Sharingan.
Inojin froze, his breath catching in his throat as Indra walked toward him.
Leaning close, Indra whispered, his voice calm but cold. "You'd better learn your place… before I make you."
Inojin's eyes widened as a vision filled his mind — a massive, purple tengu warrior looming behind Indra, its crimson gaze bearing down on him like that of a god judging a sinner.
Just before Inojin collapsed, the illusion shattered.
The air returned to normal.
Indra smiled faintly. "Whoops. Guess I accidentally activated my Sharingan for a second. My bad." He turned and walked back to his seat beside Himawari, completely unfazed.
The entire class stared, wide-eyed.
Not my fault they can't handle a little killing intent, Indra thought, sitting down.
Himawari shook her head, sighing softly. He went easy on him this time…
Moments later, the classroom door slid open again.
"Good morning, everyone," came the calm voice of Shino-sensei.
The students straightened in their seats, trying to act normal as the morning lesson began.
But the tension in the air — and Inojin's pale face — told a different story.
To be continued.