Three years later.
Konoha—Chronarch World
Akira walked ahead, hands in his pockets, his pace unhurried.
Behind him followed two girls, walking side by side, their voices overlapping as they spoke animatedly about something only they seemed to find endlessly interesting. Both had the same blonde hair, the same sharp eyes, the same presence.
Two Yamanaka Ino.
One from Chronarch World.
One from Vivienne World.
Akira didn't interrupt them. He rarely did anymore.
Before long, the familiar gates of the Uchiha clan estate came into view.
Or rather—what had once been familiar.
The estate had expanded, refined, and reshaped over the last three years. New structures blended seamlessly with old architecture, chakra barriers hummed faintly beneath the ground, and the atmosphere carried a quiet authority.
They stopped before the patriarch's residence.
Yes—patriarch.
The current head of the Uchiha clan was Uchiha Sasuke.
Not Itachi.
And there were reasons for that.
Three years ago, after Akira fulfilled the promise he had made during the joint meeting and revived the family members of high-level officials, Sasuke of Vivienne World had approached him with a request. A simple one, delivered without theatrics.
If possible—revive the entire Uchiha clan of Vivienne World.
Soon after, Sasuke of Chronarch World had made the same request.
Akira had taken his time thinking it through.
In the end, he concluded that reviving a few hundred more people would not destabilize the world. No catastrophe would follow. No irreversible chain reaction would be triggered.
So he agreed.
First, Akira revived every member of the Uchiha clan in Chronarch World who had died in the past few decades—whether by war, assassination, or political purge—so long as they were under the age of seventy.
Then, he revived the entire Uchiha clan of Vivienne World.
That single decision changed everything.
When the two branches of the Uchiha clan finally met—when sons met father who had died, when wives met husbands long mourned, when siblings stared at one another across the boundary of worlds—decisions had to be made.
The first decision was unity.
The Uchiha clan of Vivienne World would merge with the Uchiha clan of Chronarch World, forming a single clan.
The second decision followed naturally.
Both Fugaku—one from each world—would retire from the position of clan head.
A new patriarch would be chosen.
At first, nearly everyone recommended Akira.
The reasoning was obvious. His strength. His authority. His connection to both worlds.
Akira refused without hesitation.
He cited his position as the leader of the Imperial Council of Shinobi, his responsibilities spanning multiple worlds, and the simple truth that he could never dedicate himself fully to the internal affairs of the Uchiha clan.
With Akira out of the question, the next choice should have been Itachi.
By every conventional measure, Itachi was perfect.
He was the son of the former patriarch.
His strength was unquestionable.
His intelligence unrivaled.
He had governed the Fire Nation once—and succeeded.
But reality was less forgiving than logic.
With the revival of the Itachi from Vivienne World—the one who had slaughtered his own clan—Itachi's position became irreversibly controversial. Especially among those who had lived through that nightmare firsthand.
Itachi understood.
He did not argue.
He did not defend himself.
He simply stepped aside.
And so, naturally, inevitably—
Uchiha Sasuke ( Chronarch World ) became the new patriarch of the Uchiha clan.
The clan's main headquarters was established in Chronarch World.
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Knock. Knock. Knock.
A brief pause followed.
"I'm coming," a woman's voice called from inside.
Moments later, the door slid open.
Karin Uzumaki—no, Karin Uchiha—stood at the entrance.
Her red hair framed her face gently, and her hand rested unconsciously on her stomach, which showed a faint but unmistakable curve beneath her clothes.
Akira noticed it instantly.
And just as quickly, he looked away.
Smiling naturally, he said, "Sister Karin. Is Sasuke at home?"
Karin nodded, her expression warm. "He's in the living room. Come in."
She stepped aside.
Akira nodded in thanks and entered. The two Ino followed closely behind, greeting Karin enthusiastically before being gently ushered toward the courtyard.
As Akira passed, he could hear Karin and Ino's voices overlapping—quiet, intimate.
He didn't listen.
Some things were better left alone.
A few moments later, Akira entered the living room.
Sasuke was already seated, a tea set laid out neatly before him.
Without a word, Sasuke poured another cup and slid it across the table.
Akira sat down opposite him.
Neither spoke.
Steam rose gently from the cups as the two drank in silence, the atmosphere calm and heavy at the same time—like the pause before a storm.
When the tea was finished, Akira finally spoke.
"Sasuke," he said quietly, "the time has come."
Sasuke's fingers paused for just a fraction of a second.
Then he nodded.
"When?" he asked. "And where?"
Akira leaned back slightly, his gaze drifting upward as if looking through the ceiling, beyond the sky itself.
"Now," he said. "As for the location—"
"The Wind Country
The Desert of Death."
Sasuke's lips curved faintly. "A fitting place."
"It's isolated," Akira continued. "No civilians. No interference. Perfect for a ninjutsu on this scale."
Sasuke stood. "Let's go."
They stepped into the courtyard.
There, Karin was speaking with the two Ino, who were clearly in high spirits. Their conversation halted the moment they noticed Akira and Sasuke approaching.
Sasuke glanced at Akira, a silent question in his eyes.
Akira considered it for a moment.
Then he turned to Karin.
"Sister Karin," he said casually, "would you like to come with us?"
Karin blinked. "Where?"
"I'm going to perform a ninjutsu," Akira replied. "I thought you might want to see it."
The reaction was immediate.
Both Ino straightened, eyes lighting up.
"A ninjutsu?"
"From Akira?"
Their excitement was barely contained.
They looked at Karin
"Come on, Sister Karin," one of them said. "It'll definitely be something amazing."
Karin hesitated.
Her hand moved instinctively to her stomach.
"…Will it be safe?" she asked softly.
Akira noticed the concern immediately.
"You won't have to do anything," he said calmly. "And it won't cause any uncontrolled phenomena. I wouldn't risk it."
His voice carried certainty.
Karin looked at Sasuke for a moment.
Then she nodded.
"…Alright."
Akira smiled.
His Rinnegan opened.
Space rippled.
"Kagami no Hikan."
The world folded.
And in the next instant, Akira, Sasuke, Karin, and the two Ino vanished—reappearing beneath the vast, empty sky of the Wind Country.
The Desert of Death stretched endlessly before them.
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After everyone finished adjusting to the surroundings, Akira stepped forward without another word.
Each step he took carried him farther away from the group—until the distance between him and Sasuke, Karin, and the two Ino reached nearly a full kilometer.
Despite that distance, Akira remained perfectly visible.
First, everyone present possessed at least Kage-level perception.
Second, the Desert of Death was completely flat—no dunes high enough to block vision.
And third, the sky was clear. No sandstorm. No distortion. Nothing interfered with their sight.
Only when Akira confirmed that everything was stable did he finally stop.
He formed a single seal.
A summoning circle expanded beneath his feet.
Smoke erupted outward.
From within it, a massive shadow of a raven appeared.
Akira looked up at Yatagarasu.
No words were exchanged.
Yet it was clear—they understood each other perfectly.
"KRAAA—!"
Yatagarasu shrieked, its voice tearing through the desert sky.
Akira's Mangekyō spun
Ashihara no Michi—The Path of a Thousand Steps.
This time, he did not hold back.
Reality distorted.
One thousand future Akiras manifested simultaneously.
They moved with flawless precision.
Ten Akiras formed a circle.
Circle after circle expanded outward.
In moments, Akira and Yatagarasu stood at the center of one hundred concentric rings, each formed by ten identical Akiras.
Sasuke's Sharingan activated on instinct.
Even he couldn't immediately comprehend the scale of what he was witnessing.
Akira glanced once toward the distant group—confirming they were unharmed.
Then, every Akira moved.
Hand seals formed in perfect synchronization.
One after another, overlapping, stacking, interlocking.
At the same moment—
"KRAAA—!"
Yatagarasu shrieked again.
Its body dissolved into countless black feathers, spiraling violently around the central Akira. A massive tornado of feathers formed, swallowing him entirely.
The wind screamed.
Chakra density skyrocketed.
Then—
Silence.
The feathers scattered.
Akira emerged.
But he was no longer the same.
Black wings extended from his back, each feather sharp and defined, radiating an oppressive divinity. His Rinnegan still remained—but the tomoe within them had grown larger, heavier, as if carved deeper into reality itself.
The thousand and one Akiras resumed their movements.
Finally after they formed 127 seals every Akira slapped their hand.
{ Forbidden Law
Inga Rinne · Tenritsu Tensei
(Cycle of Cause and Effect · Reincarnation of Heavenly Law) }