Revelation

Exactly one month after the Divine General's taming, the last rays of sunset painted the Jujutsu High dormitory in warm golden hues.

In a spacious corner room, Indra Zenin sat in perfect meditation posture, his massive frame completely still.

The binding vow that had cost him four of his five senses and his cursed technique was moments away from completion, its duration measured to the exact second.

The door slid open with a soft sound as Satoru Gojo entered, arms laden with an assortment of snacks and drinks.

His usual floating posture was absent as he moved with uncharacteristic care, arranging the items on the low table before Indra's motionless form.

"Time's almost up, little brother," Satoru announced, settling cross-legged across from him.

"Thought you might want something to celebrate with when you rejoin the world of the seeing, hearing, tasting, and smelling."

The final seconds of the binding vow ticked away in silence. Then, with no dramatic flash or visible indication, the constraints lifted.

Indra's eyes, which had been open but unseeing for a month, suddenly focused. His expression shifted subtly as his senses returned in a rush of sensation –

the soft sounds of evening, the scent of the food before him, and most immediately, the sight of Satoru Gojo watching him with uncharacteristic attentiveness.

For a moment, Indra simply stared at his self-proclaimed brother, a look of genuine wonder crossing his normally composed features.

The Six Eyes, with their distinctive pattern and ethereal glow, seemed to captivate him in a way they never had before.

"Welcome back," Satoru said, his usual playful tone softened slightly by what might have been genuine concern. "How does it feel to see again?"

"Different," Indra replied, his deep voice slightly rough from disuse. "Your eyes... I never truly appreciated how remarkable they are."

Satoru's eyebrows rose in surprise before his face split into a wide grin. "Oh? Missing this handsome face, were you? I knew a month would make you sentimental."

To Satoru's evident shock, Indra didn't counter with his usual dry retort. Instead, a soft chuckle escaped him as he continued to study the Six Eyes with newfound appreciation.

"I may have a new appreciation for the Six Eyes," Indra admitted. "They are, quite literally, a sight for sore eyes."

Satoru's mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. "Who are you and what have you done with my little brother?" he finally managed, genuine confusion replacing his usual teasing demeanor.

"Where's the counter? The subtle insult? The reminder that I'm annoying?"

He leaned forward, studying Indra's face with exaggerated suspicion. "Remember that time I said your training regimen was impressive and you said it was necessary to compensate for having to look at my face every day?

Or when I complimented your new technique and you said it was developed specifically to silence me?"

Indra's lips curved into a slight smile. "Having a new appreciation for the lake doesn't mean I enjoy the sight of the harsh desert sands surrounding it."

Satoru barked a laugh, leaning back with evident relief. "There he is! I was worried the binding vow had permanently damaged your personality."

The moment of levity passed, and Satoru's expression grew more serious, a rare sight that transformed his usually playful features into something more befitting his status as a Son of Heaven.

"So," he began, his tone measured, "a month is a long time to think. And I've been thinking too. About what happened with Mahoraga. About what you're building toward." He met Indra's gaze directly.

"What is the end goal here, little brother? What are you really after?"

Indra was silent for a moment, his gaze steady as he considered the question. When he finally spoke, his voice carried a certainty that seemed to resonate in the very air between them.

"Happiness," he stated simply. "And happiness is eternal pleasure."

Satoru tilted his head, confusion and curiosity mingling in his expression. "What does that mean, exactly?"

Instead of answering immediately, Indra turned his attention to the array of snacks and drinks Satoru had brought.

He reached for a bottle of water, opening it and taking a small sip.

"The pleasure of food and drink," he said, savoring the simple sensation of cool water after a month of deprivation.

His gaze shifted to the window, where the full moon had risen, casting its silver light across the landscape. "The pleasure of beauty."

Then his eyes moved, focusing on something beyond the window, in the direction where both knew Kisara's quarters were located.

In the adjacent building, the lights of Shiho Gojo's temporary residence were also visible.

"The pleasures of marriage, of offspring, of physical connection," he continued, his voice carrying no embarrassment at the directness of his words.

Finally, he turned back to Satoru, raising his hand with palm open and upward in a gesture that seemed almost like an offering.

"The pleasure of having family," he concluded, the words carrying a weight and sincerity that made it clear he was referring to Satoru himself.

Satoru stared at the outstretched hand, momentarily at a loss for words – a rare occurrence for someone who typically had a quip ready for any situation.

The Six Eyes studied Indra's expression, searching for any hint of manipulation or insincerity, but found none.

"Family," he repeated, the word sounding strange in his mouth. "You actually mean that, don't you?"

"I do," Indra confirmed. "These past years, your insistence on calling me 'little brother' was initially an annoyance. Now, I find I've grown accustomed to it. Perhaps even appreciative."

Satoru's usual grin returned, though there was something different about it – something more genuine than his typical playful mask.

"Well," he said, reaching for one of the snacks, "if I'd known a month of sensory deprivation was all it would take to get you to admit we're family, I'd have suggested a binding vow years ago."

Indra's slight smile remained as he too reached for a snack, the simple pleasure of taste returning after a month of absence.

"So your grand plan, your conquest, is all about... pleasure?" Satoru asked, returning to the original question.

"That seems almost too simple for someone who's been playing the long game as methodically as you have."

"The simplest desires are often the most profound," Indra replied. "What use is power if not to secure what brings joy? What purpose does strength serve if not to protect what you value?"

"And what you value is pleasure," Satoru nodded slowly, considering. "Food, beauty, family, sex... the basic things that make life worth living."

"Not just my pleasure," Indra clarified. "A world where such pleasures are available to all who deserve them. Where strength serves purpose rather than merely existing for its own sake."

Satoru leaned back, studying his self-proclaimed brother with new understanding. "So that's Why you're building that armor. Why you're gathering allies instead of just accumulating personal power.

Why you gave Mahoraga to Kisara instead of keeping it for yourself - since I know if you truly wanted to you would make it happen. I haven't seen you be incapable of anything."

"Power in isolation is meaningless," Indra stated, neither confirming nor denying Satoru's suspicions.

"True conquest isn't about domination for its own sake, but about creating something worth ruling."

The two Sons of Heaven sat in companionable silence for a moment, the significance of the conversation settling between them.

After years of parallel paths, of friendly antagonism and mutual respect, they had reached a new understanding – not just of each other, but of the future they were both moving toward.

"So," Satoru finally broke the silence, his tone returning to its usual lightness though his eyes remained serious. "What's the next move in this grand plan for eternal pleasure?"

Indra's expression shifted subtly, the momentary openness giving way to his more familiar strategic focus.

"The Council of Earth has made their new proposal," he stated. "An alliance rather than oversight. We need to respond – but on our terms, not theirs."

"And those terms would be?" Satoru prompted.

"A demonstration," Indra replied, his voice carrying the quiet certainty that had become his hallmark.

"Not of power – they've seen enough of that – but of vision. They need to understand that what we're building isn't just about strength, but about purpose."

Satoru nodded slowly, his Six Eyes gleaming in the moonlight. "And how do we demonstrate that?"

Indra rose to his feet, his full height and presence seeming to fill the room as his cursed technique, dormant for a month, began to stir once more within him.

"By showing them the future," he answered, looking out at the moonlit landscape. "Not as they fear it might be, but as it could be. As it will be."

The crimson aura of his Will of Heaven technique manifested around him for the first time in a month, casting the room in a blood-red glow that somehow felt more controlled, more refined than before.

The binding vow hadn't weakened his power – if anything, the month of reflection had given him new insight into its application.

"The Sovereign returns," Satoru observed with a hint of his old playfulness, though there was respect in his voice as well. "And what does the Observer do in this grand vision of yours?"

Indra turned to him, the crimson aura highlighting his features in a way that emphasized both his humanity and his otherworldly nature.

"What you've always done," he replied. "See the truth. Witness what others cannot. And when necessary," his expression softened slightly, "remind your little brother of what truly matters."

Satoru's grin widened as he finally rose to his feet, floating slightly above the floor in his characteristic manner.

"Well then," he said, "I suppose we have work to do. The world won't conquer itself, after all."

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(Author note: Hello everyone! I hope you all liked the chapter!

Finally, Indra has trusted someone with the complete version of his ambitions without them having to guess it - which Kisara for the most part has having been with him in his most private moments.

So yeah, do please tell me how you found the conversation between the two, and I hope to see you all later,

Bye!)