Souta Kazuki sighed as he saw the blank expressions on everyone's faces. Realizing they hadn't fully grasped the gravity of his explanation, he decided to break it down more carefully.
"The conflict between Indra and Asura has persisted for generations," Souta began, his voice steady. "Their chakra is reincarnated over and over again, influencing their hosts. It isn't just about personal grudges or ideology—it's something deeper, something woven into the fabric of their existence. The cycle of love and hatred between them never truly ends."
At this, Uzumaki Naruto stepped forward, his expression puzzled. "Souta, are you saying that I'm the reincarnation of that spinning top guy?"
Bang!
Before he could react, Uchiha Sasuke smacked him across the head. "You idiot! It's Indra, not a spinning top!"
"Hey! I know that, you bastard, Saas!"
"It's Sasuke, you moron!"
"Sass-give-it!"
"NARUTO!"
"Sass-give-it!"
Senju Hashirama, watching their exchange, let out a soft chuckle. His gaze shifted toward Uchiha Madara, nostalgia flickering in his ancient eyes. "Madara, look at these two. Doesn't this remind you of us? I used to call you by your name like this all the time."
"Hmph. Shut up, you fool," Madara scoffed, turning away, but not before a smirk twitched at the corner of his lips.
Meanwhile, Souta shook his head at the two younger shinobi's antics. "No, Naruto, you're not the reincarnation of Indra. You're the reincarnation of Asura. Sasuke is Indra's reincarnation." He paused before adding, "The same way the First Hokage, Senju Hashirama, was Asura's reincarnation, and Madara was Indra's."
Naruto nodded as if finally understanding. "Oh, I get it now… So Sasuke is the top—"
Bang!
Sasuke's fist connected with Naruto's skull again. "You idiot! It's Indra, damn it! Indra!"
Naruto grinned mischievously. "Tch! Idiot Sasuke! Beyblade reincarnated!"
"Ahhhh! Naruto!"
"Sass-give-it!"
Hashirama's eyes sparkled with excitement as he clapped his hands together. "Madara! I want one too!"
Madara gritted his teeth. "Go away, you fool!"
Once the bickering settled, the group gradually accepted the truth behind Indra and Asura's reincarnations. The revelation that they had once been brothers weighed heavily on some, but others found it amusing.
That was when Hashirama suddenly perked up. "Wait a second! If Indra and Asura are brothers, who's the elder sibling?"
As soon as he asked, a strange silence fell over the group. Uchiha Madara, Sasuke, Naruto, and even Hashirama himself turned their attention toward Souta, waiting for an answer.
Souta hesitated for a moment before responding. "Indra was the older brother. Asura was the younger one."
Instantly, a wide grin spread across Madara's face as he turned toward Hashirama. "Hahahahahaha! Hashirama, did you hear that?! I'm your older brother!"
Sasuke also burst into laughter. "Hahahahahaha! Naruto! You dumb little brother! Say it—call me Sasuke-nii!"
Thus, two of the Uchiha Laughing Legends were born.
On the other hand, Hashirama and Naruto both looked absolutely devastated. They squatted down, sulking, while drawing circles on the ground. Hashirama used a small stick crafted from his Wood Release, while Naruto's was formed using his Nine-Tails chakra.
Watching this scene, Uchiha Izuna nudged Senju Tobirama with a smirk.
"What do you want, Uchiha?" Tobirama asked, already irritated.
Izuna gestured toward the sulking duo. "Look at them. Your big brother has the Mangekyō Sharingan now. That means he's half Uchiha. Uzumaki Naruto just transplanted a pair of Sharingan thanks to Danzo's little collection, so technically, he's half Uchiha too. Souta Kazuki also has the Sharingan, which means he's another half-Uchiha." Izuna spread his arms. "At this point, Konoha is basically full of Uchiha! And yet, you still go around calling us the 'evil Uchiha'?"
Tobirama stiffened as realization struck.
Izuna leaned closer, his voice dripping with amusement. "Face it, Tobirama. You are the heretic now. You are the evil Senju!"
Tobirama's eye twitched. This… this couldn't be right! The Uchiha were supposed to be a dying clan, yet here they were, multiplying in every corner of Konoha. It was almost as if their so-called 'extermination' had never actually happened.
"No!" Tobirama denied, shaking his head.
Izuna laughed, thoroughly enjoying himself. "Hahahahaha! You look like you're considering joining us, Tobirama! Why don't you transplant a pair of Sharingan too?"
Tobirama's fingers twitched. His chakra reserves were more than sufficient to sustain the Sharingan without the usual drawbacks. And he couldn't deny the power it would bring…
"Hmm…"
Izuna grinned. "Admit it! You want it!"
Tobirama clenched his fists. He would never—
"Fine. Let's do it."
Izuna's laughter only grew louder. "Hahahahahaha! The great Senju Tobirama, wielder of the Sharingan! Evil Senju indeed!"
Tobirama's face twitched. He had sworn to eliminate the Uchiha, but now… now he was becoming one.
And that, perhaps, was the true irony of fate.