"Hahahahahaha!!!"
Madara let out an unrestrained laugh, his booming voice echoing through the void.
Hiromi, deadpan as ever, simply crossed his arms and said flatly, "I know."
Madara froze mid-laugh, his mouth half-open.
"...Tch." He turned away, clearly embarrassed.
Right. This kid knew everything. Of course he knew about that plan too. Damn it, why did he keep forgetting that?
Neither of them spoke for a long moment.
Hiromi wasn't in a rush. If he ended the summoning now, Madara would return to his personal summoning space—a domain modeled after Naruto's seal space, where summoned spirits could reside.
It was safe. Controlled. He could summon Madara again anytime.
Madara, meanwhile, was deep in thought. There were too many things about Hiromi he didn't understand.
Where had this kid come from?
How did he know so much about Madara's past and plans?
And what the hell was this summoning system that could pull his soul back and bind him like a pet?
Madara clenched his fist.
He was back in his prime. His body was young, full of strength. He even had the Rinnegan—the eyes of the Sage of Six Paths.
And yet, he couldn't touch this brat.
Even the Rinnegan refused to activate when Madara's killing intent spiked toward Hiromi. Something was binding him—deeply, absolutely.
He hated it.
And yet… he couldn't deny the truth. He was a summoned beast now.
As Madara silently brooded, Hiromi received a notification from the system:
[Congratulations, host. Successfully summoned Uchiha Madara.]
[Extracting random ability from summon...]
[Ding! You have acquired: Indra Chakra.]
Hiromi blinked.
Indra's chakra?
That wasn't what he was expecting.
Sure, the system had explained that he would receive one random ability from each summoned spirit—but still, from all of Madara's arsenal, this?
What about the Sharingan? The Rinnegan? Susanoo? Taijutsu mastery? Give me something useful!
What the hell am I supposed to do with this?!
"System," he asked, "why did I get Indra's chakra? Madara's already reincarnated. Doesn't that mean Indra's chakra passed on too? And if I got it, does he still have it?"
[Chakra of Indra and Asura do not vanish upon reincarnation.]
[They exist within the Soul Realm as Flame Spirits. Reincarnations do not erase the existence of previous vessels.]
[Even now, both Madara and Hashirama remain valid incarnations of Indra and Asura.]
Hiromi frowned. "Wait… even with Naruto and Sasuke alive?"
[Correct. The soul does not split. Reincarnations overlap.]
That explained why Madara still had Indra's chakra—and why Hiromi had been able to extract a copy.
[Note: System ability extraction is duplication, not deprivation. Madara retains his chakra. Host now shares the same root power.]
Hiromi's mind reeled.
Indra's chakra… the root of the Uchiha bloodline. The ancestor of the Sharingan.
That meant… he now had the potential to awaken it himself.
Am I… part Uchiha now?
Madara suddenly narrowed his eyes.
Something about Hiromi had changed. His chakra… the sensation was almost familiar. Almost like—
"…A distant sibling?" he muttered.
That couldn't be right. But the feeling gnawed at him.
Hiromi, meanwhile, was still processing.
He now had Indra's chakra. Not a bloodline—but the original power from which it stemmed.
I really can awaken the Sharingan now... even the Mangekyō... maybe even the Eternal.
His eyes sparkled with anticipation.
Madara continued to stare at him.
This kid... he's dangerous.
And yet… intriguing.
Who the hell are you really, Hiromi?