Indra's silhouette emerged from the stormy sea, dragging two massive sharks and a strong, sleek dolphin across the rocky shore of Uzumaki Island. The salt air was thick as thirty Uzumaki women, clad in white robes marked with their clan's red spiral seal, moved with quiet purpose. Blades flashed, slicing flesh with practiced precision while soft chants surrounded them—sealing charms to preserve the chakra-rich meat and honor their lord's power.
Meanwhile, far from the island, the Lightning Village reeled. The battered Raikage, ear gone and arm missing, stumbled into the village gates. He gasped, voice trembling: "Demon... demon..." His knees buckled and he collapsed into an unyielding coma. Guards exchanged fearful glances as a new Raikage rose in the power vacuum. Similar tragedies unfolded throughout the allied villages—all their Kage fallen, their forces shattered beneath Indra's wrath.
Back on Uzumaki Island, Indra sat alone before a massive feast. His eyes, sharp and penetrating, moved calmly as he devoured the food. Plates vanished beneath his hands, not wasted but transmuted utterly into chakra. Nearby, Maria Uzumaki oversaw a rigorous training session.
"Kana, precision—not haste. Your seals must hold like chains," Maria instructed sharply.
Kana, red-haired and fierce-eyed, clenched her fists, "I won't fail, Maria-sama!"
Hiomi, pale and serene, wove intricate chakra threads, "Each fiber must bind and burn."
Hitomi, dark-haired and nimble, danced between focused strikes. "Shadow seals bind unseen wounds."
Rita, tall and steady, raised her hands to form radiant barriers. "Not a break in defense."
Maria nodded. "Good. Keep balance between offense and endurance. It's the way of our bloodline."
As the final lesson drew on, Indra and the four women boarded a ship bound for Kirigakure. The island exhaled a murmur of relief, but the tension lingered.
On deck, the four entered Indra's chamber. Murmurs turned to muffled noises of exertion punctuated by whimpers.
Maria's voice broke through: "Lord Indra, we have reached Kirigakure."
The door creaked open to reveal flushed, windswept figures adjusting their robes. Maria's eyes flicked to Indra's bare chest where Uzumaki Kana, devoted, performed a ritual lip trace—a silent bond of loyalty, not passion.
Upon arrival, the atmosphere in Kirigakure had shifted. Broken streets, trembling citizens. Indra strode onto the battlefield with regal arrogance.
"Step forward, new Kage," his voice rang chilling.
One defiant challenger stepped up, chakra flaring fiercely.
Indra's Sharingan eyes narrowed. "You fight bravely. But futilely."
He lunged—a blur, foot snapping with lightning speed.
The challenger swung a blade infused with lightning chakra. Indra deflected with bare hand, releasing a pulse that shattered the weapon's edge.
"You can't win," Indra said, pivoting to deliver a crushing punch to the challenger's chest.
The impact echoed—a blow enough to crack bones and break their chakra flow.
The fallen warrior struggled, failing to summon jutsu. Indra locked a Five-Element Sealing Barrier: earth, fire, water, wind, and lightning swirling in a glowing cauldron around the fallen Kage.
As he sealed, Indra's voice cut sharp:
"Next."
One by one, Kirigakure's new leaders fell in rapid succession, defeated through a combination of raw power and expert sealing technique. The fear was palpable as each chakra flow was trapped and broken.
Indra's eyes turned cold:
"The Three-Tails is no longer yours."
With a wave of his hand, Isobu was swiftly bound in a massive chakra cage, the beast subdued.
The village knelt, frail and broken under Indra's oppressive shadow.
He addressed clan elders, voice echoing:
"Fifty million ryū, or offer your most beautiful, unwed women as brides."
A clan elder, voice trembling: "We cannot meet those demands... our clan will perish."
Indra's gaze pierced him. "Your choice consigns you to extinction."
Turning, Indra detailed his iron policy: only women over 28, untainted by marriage, would be taken, preserved as princesses of his realm.
Among those claimed:
Rei Terumi, 32, lava release sealing commander.
Kana Kaguya, 38, bone-manipulating berserker.
Yura Hōzuki, 33, mist infiltration assassin.
Fusa Karatachi, 40, blade master with water and blood mist.
Nami Yuki, 30, ice release tracker and seal specialist.
Tama Kurōzumi, 44, expert in cursed puppetry.
Akane Hanazawa, 5'6", sound–silence specialist.
Miyo Amakaze, 5'1", fog manipulation warrior.
Satsuki Kujira, 5'8", water defense master.
Haruka Namikaze, 5'4", medical-taijutsu healer.
Izumi Yoroi, 5'7", chakra armor forge master.
Pov rei terumi
I stood in the middle of the Terumi compound courtyard—the very place where I saw my older brother executed for "insubordination."
The elders watched me in silence, like they had when they voted against sparing him ten years ago.
I was done.
"She's a child," one elder said. "She has no right to leave with you."
"Neither do you," I snapped. "You lost that right when you turned this clan into dogs."
Mei stood behind me quietly. She didn't cry. She didn't speak. Just held tightly to the scroll I gave her—our family record.
The only honorable thing left from the Terumi name.
The gates opened ahead. I didn't even flinch.
He stood there—tall, in black—with the red glow of Sharingan under his hooded brow.
Uchiha Indra.
He didn't speak at first. Just looked at me, then Mei, then back at the elders silently.
I stepped forward and spoke before anyone else could.
"I'm Rei Terumi. I led this clan through war. I have bent enough times to endure—never once to surrender. Now, I choose."
"You're offering yourself?" Indra asked plainly.
"I come by my own will," I said. "Not as tribute. Not as payment. And I'm not coming alone."
I moved aside and placed my hand on Mei's shoulder.
"She's my niece. She carries fire and water chakra. I won't abandon her. If I serve you, she comes."
Indra's gaze shifted to her. "okay"
For a long moment, he said nothing. I could feel the elders' eyes burning holes in my back.
"She will stay under you," Indra said.
"I accept that."
A smirk passed faintly over his face—but it barely stayed a second.
Indra turned around and spoke only one word over his shoulder: "Come."
I took Mei's hand.