The Awakening of Power and Bonds That Transcend Time

Shouta Kazuki couldn't understand what the system meant by "no ability." After all, he had obtained the Mangekyō Sharingan from Uchiha Fugaku. Logically, that should mean he would inherit Fugaku's unique ocular abilities. How could it be that his Mangekyō was a mere blank slate?

"A whiteboard Mangekyō? Isn't that way too low-tier?" Shouta muttered, his mind racing. Was he supposed to unlock its abilities himself? Or worse—was he only meant to use it for the basics like enhanced vision and Susanoo?

Then, before he could voice his frustration, the system's voice rang in his mind once more:

[Because the host possesses the combined chakra of Indra and Asura, your Mangekyō Sharingan is unlike any other. It is the purest form of the eye, unrestricted by lineage or predetermined abilities. Instead of inheriting just one set of techniques, you have the potential to manifest any known Mangekyō Sharingan ability—limited only by the extent of your pupil power.]

For a moment, Shouta was speechless. His mind struggled to process what this meant. Then, realization struck him like a thunderbolt.

"Wait… Does that mean I can develop and use every known Mangekyō Sharingan ability?!"

He swallowed hard, feeling an excitement he hadn't experienced before. If what the system said was true, then his eyes weren't a weakness—they were a terrifying strength. It was as if he had been handed a blank canvas, with the freedom to paint it however he wished.

He could potentially wield Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi, Kamui, Kotoamatsukami—even Izanagi and Izanami if he was willing to pay the price. If he trained his eyes properly, he wouldn't be limited to just one or two techniques like most Uchiha. He would have access to all of them.

For a moment, the sheer overpowered nature of this realization almost made him laugh.

Sure, it would take time and effort to unlock these abilities, but the potential was undeniably absurd. No wonder the system had initially said his eyes had "no ability." They weren't locked into any single power—they were capable of everything.

He clenched his fists, his excitement barely contained.

"This… is insane."

From the outside, it looked as though Shouta had merely stood still for a few moments, lost in deep thought. The others, who had been observing him, couldn't help but feel curious. They had all sensed the sudden shift in his chakra, as if something monumental had awakened within him.

Before they could inquire further, however, Shouta shifted his focus back to the matter at hand. He still had one more golden summoning left.

The tension in the air was palpable. Everyone was watching with anticipation, eager to see who would be summoned next.

Minato Namikaze was the most visibly excited, though he tried to keep his composure. He was silently hoping—praying—that the next summoned person would be Kushina Uzumaki, his wife. He had already been granted a second chance at seeing his son, Naruto. If he could see his wife again, it would be… perfect.

Meanwhile, Madara Uchiha stood with his arms crossed, appearing indifferent. He didn't particularly care who would be summoned next, especially since Hashirama was already here. Tobirama and Fugaku were simply curious, though Fugaku was still coming to terms with his own resurrection.

With a deep breath, Shouta activated the final golden summoning.

A massive golden summoning circle appeared beneath him, and the now-familiar soul flames began to gather. However, unlike last time, there were no fluctuations—no instability. The process was smooth.

As the flames coalesced into a human shape, the silhouette of a woman became visible.

Her long crimson hair flowed down her back, tied into two distinctive buns, each adorned with small paper charms. She wore a loose white robe, exuding an air of elegance and wisdom.

Minato's eyes widened in pure joy—only for his expression to immediately shift to disappointment when he got a clearer look at the woman's face.

It wasn't Kushina.

However, while Minato felt a pang of loss, the reactions from others in the group were vastly different.

"Sister-in-law!!!"

The sudden exclamation came from Senju Tobirama, his face lighting up with an unusual expression of joy. His usually sharp and composed demeanor cracked, revealing genuine excitement. He even shot a smug glance at Uchiha Madara, his lips twitching upward in a subtle smirk. Now that my sister-in-law is here, I want to see how you, the accursed Uchiha, can still monopolize my brother's attention!

"Eh?!" Senju Hashirama's voice broke through, filled with unrestrained joy. "It's Mito!!! Madara! Did you see it?! It's Mito!!!" His hands gripped Madara's arm in an uncontainable burst of excitement, shaking him slightly.

Madara, however, did not share the enthusiasm. His expression darkened, his crimson Sharingan eyes narrowing as he wrenched his arm free. The legendary Uchiha exhaled sharply through his nose, crossing his arms with an annoyed scoff.

"Hmph. I see her," he muttered. "Why don't you go greet your wife instead of pestering me?"

"Of course!" Hashirama laughed, practically bounding toward Uzumaki Mito with the energy of an excitable child.

The moment Uzumaki Mito opened her eyes, she seemed momentarily confused. However, when she saw Hashirama's big stupid grin inches away from her face, her confusion vanished.

"Hashirama…?" she murmured.

"It's me! It's really me!" Hashirama all but tackled her into a bone-crushing hug.

Mito, for all her grace and poise, was momentarily stunned.

"My wife! It's me!!!" Hashirama beamed, his grin wide enough to split his face.

Mito blinked, momentarily stunned. Her husband was right in front of her. The warmth in his voice, the twinkle in his eyes—it was all real.

"...Hashirama, we are…"

Hashirama wasted no time explaining everything, detailing the bizarre circumstances surrounding their reunion. As he spoke, he suddenly turned and grabbed Madara's arm again, dragging the reluctant Uchiha forward.

"Look, Mito! Madara's here too!!!"

Madara sighed, reluctantly greeting her with a curt nod. "It's been a long time, Mito."

A gentle smile graced Mito's lips. "It truly has." She cast a knowing glance at Hashirama. "You know… after you left Konoha, Hashirama was inconsolable for a long time."

Madara tensed slightly, shifting his gaze away. He didn't need to be reminded of his past decisions, nor did he need to hear about Hashirama's sorrow. The path he had chosen had long been set in stone.

Mito, on the other hand, had lived alongside Hashirama long enough to understand his emotions better than he did himself. She glanced at her overjoyed husband, then at the stoic Uchiha, and her lips curled into a small smirk.

Even now, some things never change.

Her gaze softened as she observed Hashirama's childlike excitement. She had always known how much Madara meant to her husband—perhaps, at times, even more than she did.

She could still recall their wedding night with perfect clarity.

They had completed the ceremony, shared their celebratory drinks, and as she prepared herself for their first night together as husband and wife…

"Mito, I want to sleep with Madara!"

That fool had said it so innocently, with genuine eagerness, as if it were the most natural request in the world.

That was the first night she had sealed him in their room with her Diamond Seal, making sure he wouldn't leave to run to Madara.

Even after all these years, the memory still irked her.

"Sister-in-law!!"

Senju Tobirama approached with a rare show of emotion, breaking her reverie.

"Oh, Tobirama, you're here too?" Mito greeted him with a warm smile.

Tobirama stiffened.

Why… why did that sound so familiar?

He had heard this exact tone before.

That time when his brother saw him during battle and said, Oh, Tobirama, you're here too?

That time when he realized, without a doubt, that he was the extra person in the room.

He clutched his chest instinctively. Not again…

After taking a moment to compose himself, he watched as Mito gracefully acknowledged both Minato and Fugaku, maintaining the dignified presence befitting the head of the Uzumaki clan.

Then, her eyes landed on the one person she had yet to address—the mysterious young man responsible for summoning them.

Mito took a few measured steps forward, standing before Shouta Kazuki. She examined him carefully before speaking.

"You must be Shouta Kazuki," she said, her voice warm yet filled with quiet authority.

As the summoned legends stood together, a strange yet powerful energy filled the space. The past and present had collided, bringing together individuals who had shaped history itself. What would come next remained uncertain, but one thing was clear—Shouta Kazuki was now entangled with legends far beyond what he had ever imagined.

His story was only just beginning.