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Water slammed against the sides of the old wooden ship as waves rose high.
Blood floated on the surface, drifting from the battle raging at Uzushiogakure's shores.
"Move!" an Uzumaki elder shouted, dragging a long black chest covered in glowing sealing marks.
Another elder stumbled beside him, breath ragged. "This… this is the old sea coffin. Are you sure we should open it?"
"We don't have a choice," the first replied, voice cracking. "If what's inside can fight… it might save us."
The metal bolts on the coffin gave a heavy click as the seal mark burned red.
The lid creaked open.
Inside lay a tall man, bare-chested, muscles carved like stone and skin unblemished. His long black hair spread across the coffin like a shadow.
He didn't move.
"Is… is he dead?" whispered a young Uzumaki boy, stepping closer.
The man's eyes opened.
The boy stumbled back and hit the deck. "H-He's alive!"
A surge of chakra exploded from the coffin—a violent spiral of red and black. The air trembled.
Natural energy from the sea and the dying shore swirled toward him in a visible funnel.
His feet lifted off the wooden planks.
His black eyes shifted—three tomoe spinning—then twisted into a Mangekyō Sharingan. The pattern was a six-pointed wheel, each spoke sharp as a blade, pulsing with crimson light. No one present had ever seen its like.
In his mind, a cold voice whispered.
Right eye: Devour any creature, absorb its chakra attributes and bloodline.
Left eye: Consume the enemy's soul.
Right eye secondary ability: Instant movement to any seen location.
A slow, shuddering breath escaped his lips. His mouth curled, not with exhaustion, but with a quiet, terrible satisfaction. "Haa… at last… my Sharingan awakens."
One elder stepped forward, panic twisting his face. His hands flew into seals—desperate, shaking.
Indra's gaze snapped to him. "Trying to seal me again?"
A black flash.
The elder's body crushed like dough, then burst apart—blood and torn cloth scattering across the deck.
Screams erupted from the remaining Uzumaki. Some ran for the rails. Others fumbled barrier tags with trembling fingers.