Uchiha's Taijutsu Supreme

Hidden Leaf Village, Uchiha Clan Compound~

The usually open training grounds were sealed off, with numerous "Do Not Approach" signs erected around the perimeter.

Several members of the Uchiha Police Force patrolled outside, keeping curious clan members away from the area.

Clearly, someone of great importance had claimed the space.

Inside the training grounds, Fuma sat cross-legged at the center, hands clasped together as he focused on suppressing the turbulent energy within him.

Ten days had passed since he began this secluded training session. During this time, Fuma refrained from handling clan affairs, dedicating himself entirely to subduing the Indra Chakra within him.

Under Fuma's guidance, the Uchiha Clan had steadily flourished.

The previous restrictions on the Police Force had been lifted, and their operations were modernized. The Uchiha's reputation within the village soared.

The clan's bustling marketplace thrived, pouring resources into nurturing the younger generation. The atmosphere in the Uchiha compound was lively and harmonious; every Uchiha took pride in their clan.

Meanwhile, the Third Hokage had all his attention on researching sealing techniques to deal with the Nine-Tails, burning the midnight oil in his studies.

Danzo, on the other hand, had seemingly vanished from the face of the earth, likely recovering from his injuries somewhere in seclusion.

In such circumstances, Fuma, as the Uchiha Clan's leader, didn't need to micromanage their growth.

Instead, allowing the clan to develop autonomously helped identify issues and foster the clan members' potential.

.......

Within the spacious training grounds, crimson smoke coiled and condensed into fierce, draconic shapes that roamed and snarled menacingly.

A pervasive black mist lingered in the air, devouring any energy it touched. Even the ground turned parched and lifeless under its influence.

If Satori were alive to witness this scene, it might feel an odd sense of nostalgia, as though they'd returned home.

At this moment, Fuma was channeling the full power of his [Blissful Gluttony] ability, suppressing and consuming the Indra Chakra within him.

This chakra, originating from the Sage of Six Paths' eldest son, was a treasure trove of energy—rich yet formidable.

Though gnawing through it felt arduous and even painful, the immense benefits made the effort worthwhile.

To date, this was the most potent form of energy Fuma had ever encountered in the ninja world.

As the Indra Chakra gradually weakened within him, Fuma opened his eyes and let out a soft sigh, murmuring:

"No wonder he's the founder of the Uchiha Clan, the wielder of Three-Tomoe Sharingan and the creator of Perfect Susano'o. Even after a thousand years and countless reincarnations, his chakra remains so domineering..."

"But no matter how powerful you once were, you now belong to me, destined to be assimilated into my flesh and blood."

When Fuma had claimed Uchiha Madara's left arm, he absorbed its chakra to heal the severe injuries he'd sustained from Shinra Tensei.

Unexpectedly, what began as a simple attempt to absorb Madara's chakra led to an astonishing discovery.

Following the death of Hashirama Senju, Asura's chakra had returned to the Pure Land. Indra's chakra, however, which should have left its defeated host, was instead trapped within Madara due to his awakening of the Rinnegan.

Through the unique properties of Fuma's blood energy, a portion of Indra's chakra had been drawn to Madara's severed left arm—and into Fuma himself.

This chakra, bound by Fuma's "Celestial Furnace," found itself merely relocated to a new prison.

When it failed to escape, Indra's chakra launched a mental assault, attempting to override its new host's will.

This clash triggered the awakening of Fuma's Three-Tomoe Sharingan and caused momentary instability in his psyche—resulting in a rather embarrassing episode of manic laughter during his confrontation with Madara.

Now, examining the newfound strength coursing through his veins, Fuma conjured a water mirror with a flick of his wrist and gazed into his eyes.

The three black tomoe of his Sharingan swirled ominously, their inky depths exuding a gravitational pull that seemed capable of ensnaring any who dared meet his gaze.

The crimson background burned fiercely, radiating a wild, untamed aura starkly different from the usual cold, calculating demeanor of the Sharingan.

As he studied his reflection, Fuma noticed something peculiar:

"My Sharingan seems to have stabilized... or rather, the power of Indra has fused with my flesh and made the Sharingan a permanent state. It no longer needs chakra to remain active."

"This is... beneficial, I suppose. As my body begins to shed its physical limits, I'm also tapping into the latent potential of the ninja world's bloodlines."

Though the portion of Indra's chakra he absorbed was small, it provided Fuma with a critical foundation—a trump card for future conflicts with figures like the Sage of Six Paths or Kaguya.

The experience also gave him new insights into the Otsutsuki Clan.

Indra's chakra resisted fiercely, its will volatile and combative. This forced Fuma to rely on the slow, methodical power of [Blissful Gluttony] to erode it gradually, like water wearing down stone.

"Reincarnated chakra seems more like a catalyst than a direct source of power. It maximizes the host's potential without granting them ready-made strength. Otherwise, it would have been exhausted long ago."

"Given the incredible power of Madara and Hashirama, they must have been the most exceptional reincarnations in a thousand years."

A smirk tugged at Fuma's lips as he found himself subconsciously comparing himself to Madara.

The former Uchiha leader, an Indra reincarnation, didn't awaken his Sharingan until he was thirteen. Meanwhile, Fuma, who had barely focused on his eyes before, achieved Three-Tomoe Sharingan in mere moments.

The superiority was evident.

Still, Fuma quickly tempered his pride, reflecting on the weaknesses revealed during his struggle with Indra's chakra.

His [Inseparable Union] ability, while effective in binding body and mind, was nearing its limits in adapting to his rapidly growing power.

As he recalled the destructive force of Infinite Tsukuyomi, a genjutsu even Asura's chakra couldn't resist, Fuma sighed deeply:

"Why does everyone seem so determined to force me down this path? I only want to survive safely in this world. It's so exhausting..."

Fuma's thoughts drifted to potential solutions—beings tied to spirit and soul. Among them were the Jashin deity of the Land of Hot Water and the Shinigami revered by the Uzumaki Clan.

Neither option seemed particularly appealing.

A shadow of nostalgia crossed his eyes as he thought of an old acquaintance.

"I wanted to be a benevolent saint... but the world pushes me closer to becoming a tyrannical demon. Such is the irony of fate."

........

At that moment, Minato and Fugaku pushed open the training ground's doors, their eyes widening at the hellish scene before them.

Fugaku stared at the blood-colored dragons writhing through the air, then turned to Minato with a blank expression, muttering:

"I'm starting to regret swearing loyalty. I don't think I'll ever become the Uchiha clan leader in this lifetime..."

Minato let out a soft sigh, an amused smile tugging at his lips.

"You're thinking about it the wrong way, Fugaku.

"Take it from me—don't bother with delusions of surpassing Fuma-nii. Once you accept that, you'll realize you're actually quite strong. Life becomes much easier that way."

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