Uchiha Clan: Across the Multiverse

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"OK, It's Decided."

Akira, possessing the boundless energy of Muzan's powers, didn't require rest. With a clear plan in mind, he wasted no time, starting his preparations immediately.

Summoning two shadow clones, he outlined their missions with precision. One clone would travel to Wano to secure the devil fruit user essential for his plans. The second would remain in the New World, overseeing the smooth progression of the Uchiha Security Company and ensuring no problem would occur during his absence.

Watching his clones set off on their respective tasks, Akira exhaled deeply. "Alright… time to focus on my own mission."

With that, Akira activated his system ability, channeling it to transport him to another world.

[Uchiha Akira]

Age: 18

Mangekyō Sharingan: Tsukuyomi and Kotoamatsukami (Distinguished Heavenly Gods)

Newly added ability: Amaterasu

Skills: All Breathing Techniques, Haki, Navy six powers, Chakra control,..... 

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Konoha – Uchiha Clan Grounds

The once-bustling Uchiha district was now eerily silent, shrouded in an air of desolation. Akira appeared amidst the decaying ruins, his crimson Sharingan taking in the hollow streets and crumbled homes. Each step he took was heavy with memories of a life long gone.

"Sigh… so I'm back," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes scanned the empty area, seeking any sign of life, but it was as lifeless as he had expected.

"No one ever knew I mastered the Flying Thunder God Technique," Akira thought with a faint smirk. "Not even Minato. He thought I failed."

"Well still, now isn't the time to make them pay for their mistakes." He paused, his gaze lingering on the remnants of his clan. "The Uchiha clan… It's hard enough managing everything in the other world, even with the help of the Kuja and Whitebeard's people."

Shaking off the creeping melancholy, Akira turned his back on the ruins. His Sharingan flared briefly, and with a shimmer of chakra, he vanished into thin air.

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Deep Within Orochimaru's Lab

The dim glow of candlelight illuminated the underground chamber as Orochimaru immersed himself in his research. His golden eyes gleamed with fascination as he was looking at ancient scrolls, surrounded by strange equipment and the incessant hiss of serpents coiled in every corner.

Without warning, the air behind him shifted. A figure materialized silently.

"Fascinating as always," Akira said, his voice calm yet edged with amusement.

Orochimaru froze for a moment, his heightened senses finally registering the presence. Turning sharply, he locked eyes with the intruder. "How can anyone—" His words died in his throat as his gaze met Akira's Mangekyō Sharingan.

"Don't move a muscle," Akira commanded, his tone absolute.

The room seemed to shrink as Akira slowly walked around the lab, his Sharingan glowing ominously. "Orochimaru… I've always admired you," Akira began, his voice steady but carrying a faint trace of genuine respect.

"You are, without a doubt, one of the world's greatest treasures. And I mean that."

He stopped to examine a peculiar artifact on the table before continuing. "You and I… I believe we together can create miracles."

Returning his gaze to Orochimaru, Akira smirked. "I'll take your silence as agreement."

The moment their eyes met, Akira's Mangekyō Sharingan ignited with a deadly brilliance, pulling Orochimaru's gaze into its depths. A surge of chakra erupted from Akira's eyes, overwhelming the Sannin's formidable will. Orochimaru's body stiffened as the world around him seemed to freeze, his mind dragged into the inescapable grip of Kotoamatsukami.

"Your research will continue," Akira stated, his voice calm yet firm. "But from now on, you will work for me and the Uchiha clan. Your goals will align with mine. Betrayal is no longer an option."

Orochimaru's glazed eyes cleared. "Uchiha Akira… Truly remarkable," he murmured, his usual grin creeping onto his face. "After you disappeared, I assumed you used the Flying Thunder God Technique at the last moment. But it seems you mastered it long ago, even marking me without my knowledge."

"If I may ask," Orochimaru added, his curiosity piqued. "What exactly did you do to me just now?"

Akira's expression remained neutral. "A unique ability of the Mangekyō Sharingan. It ensures you won't betray me, but I won't force you into anything either."

Akira's strategy was deliberate—he refrained from altering Orochimaru's core personality or ambitions.

Akira's main goal was to ensure Orochimaru's loyalty without risking betrayal. He didn't want to constantly remain wary of the scientist, nor did he alter Orochimaru's will entirely. There were two reasons for this approach: first, Akira wanted Orochimaru to remain true to his original self, unrestricted and able to fully utilize his talents.

Second, Akira acknowledged the possibility that Orochimaru might one day find a way to counter the Mangekyō Sharingan's effects. By not forcefully changing Orochimaru's nature, Akira avoided creating unnecessary hostility or enmity that could backfire in the future.

"Mangekyō Sharingan…" Orochimaru's voice lingered on the words, his gaze fixed on Akira's glowing eyes. A faint smile spread across his lips, devoid of malice but full of intrigue. "Should I call you Akira-sama now?"

Akira returned the smile. "I know what you seek—immortality. But Orochimaru, you know better than anyone how far away that goal truly is."

Orochimaru's smile faded as silence filled the room. No one knew the challenges of his ambition better than he did.

Without warning, Akira raised his hand and swiftly sliced through his own arm. Blood sprayed as the severed limb fell to the ground, eliciting a rare expression of shock from Orochimaru.

But before the Sannin could voice his astonishment, Akira's arm began to regenerate before his eyes. Bones, muscles, and skin rapidly reformed, knitting together flawlessly. Within moments, his arm was restored, as if nothing had happened.

Orochimaru's golden eyes widened in awe. "What… What is this regeneration? How? this surpasses anything I've seen."

Akira smirked, flexing his newly restored hand. "A gift of my evolution. It's a reminder, Orochimaru, of what is possible when the impossible is pursued."

Orochimaru's shock gave way to fascination. "Akira-sama… it seems you are more interesting than I ever imagined."

Akira smiled, satisfied that he had already secured Orochimaru's cooperation. Without hesitation, he began sharing vital instructions and information about the new world—One Piece.

Orochimaru listened intently, his golden eyes gleaming with intrigue as Akira revealed the secrets of this unfamiliar realm.

"I see, Akira-sama… So that's where the Uchiha clan is," Orochimaru murmured, his voice tinged with amazement. Despite the extraordinary nature of the revelation, his belief in Akira's words was unwavering.

Akira nodded. "We'll return again, but for now, we'll leave this place. You can come back later if needed."

"For now, focus on preparing for the journey ahead."

Orochimaru was silent for a moment, deep in thought. Then he spoke, his voice calm but laced with determination. "I'll need some time to gather everything I need before leaving."

"Understood," Akira replied. "When you're ready, place chakra at this mark, and I'll come to take you there."

With that, Akira disappeared once more, his form vanishing into the shadows as quickly as he had arrived.

Orochimaru stood alone in his lab, his mind racing with thoughts of the possibilities this new world could hold. The promise of unknown realms and untapped power filled him with a rare excitement that he hadn't felt in years.

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