As his words fell, Genki's figure transformed into a streak of black light. He pierced the moon's atmosphere and flew toward the depths of space.
His path ahead stretched through endless parallel universes, countless soul origins, and a long road where revenge and redemption intertwined.
Everything that stood in his way would be destroyed by his own hand, all to protect the sole warmth hidden deep in his heart.
A tattered wind swept over the charred ruins of the Shinobi World. Dust mingled with the lingering warmth of curse flames, spreading across the lifeless land.
Once-prosperous villages, rushing rivers, and towering mountains had become nothing but rubble. Even the sound of the wind carried a bone-chilling sorrow.
Uchiha Genki stepped down onto this desolate land. The soles of his boots crushed the brittle scorched rock with a dull crunch, utterly out of place in this dead world.
Not far away, Indra stood atop a massive boulder, his body wreathed in a dense, concentrated chakra aura—the surging power of Yin Release, now fully integrated.
His eyes were no longer the Sharingan of old. They had evolved into the profound Six Magatama Rinnegan, six tomoe slowly revolving within each iris, radiating the cold authority of one who looked down upon all living things.
Perfecting Yin Release had not only broken the limits of his ocular techniques; it had also let him reach Six Paths Level. The pressure radiating from him was so immense it could change the very heavens and earth. Every breath carried an overwhelming force.
Sensing Genki's return, Indra slowly turned. His Six Magatama Rinnegan settled on Genki, and he spoke in an even voice that did little to conceal the oppressive force surrounding him. "Yin Release has been fully integrated. My ocular techniques and power have both broken through.