UCHIHA JOURNEY TO MULTIVERSE

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The chamber was dim and thick with ancient chakra—so thick it could be inhaled, tasted, and molded. Mali stood barefoot before the stone pedestal where the Konoha Forbidden Scroll had been unrolled for days. He had read it once. Then twice. Now he memorized every line until the paper was etched in his inner mind. But it wasn't just the words. It was the intent behind each jutsu. He studied them like a mad scholar chasing divine truth. And maybe he was.

The scroll was unlike any library text or shinobi manual. Its ink was burned into layers of chakra-sensitive parchment. Only those with a strong dantian and awakened chakra system could read the deeper layers. Mali had spent three nights injecting Qi-enhanced chakra into the scroll, unlocking seals only Hokage-level shinobi were meant to open.

A part of him, the child who once watched anime on a couch with weak limbs, trembled with reverence. But the current him—Uchiha Mali, heir to Raigen's will, cultivator of a new ninja path—felt only focused hunger.

He traced the sealed pages with two fingers, activating a section locked with both a blood seal and a voice print. His Sharingan spun slowly as his chakra surged in rhythm with his breath.

"Release."

The paper shimmered and peeled back like skin, revealing seven new jutsu. These were no ordinary techniques. They were Kinjutsu—each one forbidden not just for danger but because they bent life, death, space, and time.

He muttered as he listed each technique aloud, noting the feelings they stirred in him.

"Multiple Shadow Clone Technique… Chakra split technique… forbidden not because of danger, but because most ninja cannot sustain their minds under fragmentation…"

He remembered how Naruto had used it to train faster. That idea alone excited Mali. If he used Qi to stabilize his clones, perhaps he could distribute cultivation itself across clones and unify the results. The concept wasn't just theoretical. He would test it soon.

Next: "Reanimation Jutsu…"

The characters twisted unnaturally, as if resisting being read. He touched them and felt cold pass into his palm. This jutsu reanimated the dead—not by soul summoning, but by binding the body with a chakra contract. The idea of using this was unsettling even to him. But he couldn't ignore the implications. Could it simulate past ninja battles for training? Could it be a stepping stone to true resurrection?

He marked it for deeper study, exhaling slowly as he channeled Earth Qi to suppress the unnatural cold creeping into his nerves.

Then his eyes rested on a more obscure scroll segment: Thunder-Space Displacement Technique.

It used the principles of Minato's Flying Thunder God, but this one was unstable. Created by a pre-First Hokage shinobi, it required syncing lightning nature with space-time distortion. The drawback was cellular damage on re-entry. Mali grinned. That was only true for normal chakra bodies. His had Qi running through meridians. His blood vessels were tempered. He could take it.

His hand moved to another segment, smaller but glowing faintly red.

"Yin Seal: Chakra Storage Technique."

The Uzumaki had refined this to perfection. The technique compressed excess chakra over years, storing it in a seal on the body. Tsunade had used it on her forehead. Mali traced the diagram carefully. But he didn't want to store chakra on his forehead.

He remembered something.

Qi revolved around the dantian.

Then why not embed the seal there?

His heart quickened. His clan needed longevity. They needed a technique that let chakra accumulate even when not training. Yin Seal placed on the dantian—activated through breathing, meditation, and Qi compression—could be the foundation for eternal youth.

He closed his eyes and imagined the seal's layers. Then he opened them and called softly into the dim corridor.

"Karin. Your mother too."

They came. Karin, now older and calmer than when they first arrived, held a clay bowl filled with red ink mixed from medicinal herbs and chakra-stabilized pigments. Her mother, a regal-looking woman once trained as a sealing expert, followed behind, kneeling when they entered.

"You called, Mali-sama," Karin said, bowing slightly.

"I want to reconstruct the Yin Seal to store chakra at the dantian. But I need Uzumaki precision."

Her mother stepped forward. "We'll help."

"Not just for me. Once this is stable, every Uchiha must be able to use it."

Their expressions flickered—shock, awe, then responsibility.

For hours, Mali stood half-naked while sealing formulas were drawn in careful strokes across his lower abdomen. The ink reacted with his Qi, then sank into his skin. Karin whispered activation lines. Her mother reinforced the outer ring. Then Mali sat in the lotus position and began the long process of chakra condensation and Qi-guided rotation. The seal held. The dantian absorbed it like a sun eating starlight.

That night, for the first time, Mali stored chakra outside his tenketsu system.

The following week became a blur of training and transmission. Mali taught four orphans how to use the yin seal formula. He simplified it—divided it into stages. Some could only hold a basic storage amount, others adapted quickly. The results were clear: extended stamina, enhanced regeneration, and better chakra control. No one else could teach this. But Mali could inspire it.

He wasn't done.

The Thunder-Space Jutsu became his next obsession. It took a week to engrave teleportation sigils into different points of the island. The first attempts burned his skin. The second melted half a sandal. But on the eighth day, he vanished from the underground chamber and reappeared at the mountaintop meditation stone. The sound of thunder boomed above the ocean.

The orphans watching from afar screamed in excitement.

"It's a new Flying Thunder God!" one yelled.

"No… It's Uchiha Thunder Flash!" another shouted.

Mali smirked but didn't correct them. They could name it whatever they liked.

He began distributing the formula to elite students—those with lightning affinity and battle potential. They couldn't master it yet, but the future was open.

Next came the Forbidden Cloning Art—"Genetic Chakra Copy Technique." A bastardized form of the Shadow Clone, it created a clone that could exist for days, nearly indistinguishable from the user, with its own chakra pool. But if destroyed, the recoil damaged the original. Mali summoned one. He infused it with 10% of his total chakra and 3% Qi.

The clone smiled with his face and said, "Finally. A body that doesn't feel like dying."

He sent it off to train in water walking and spiral chakra control, then collapsed onto a mat and practiced breathing to restore what he had lost.

Two days later, the clone returned with muscle soreness and new insights. The transfer of knowledge worked.

He started producing two per week.

Then he practiced Tsunade's healing jutsu. Not the normal one. The cellular regeneration technique that turned chakra into living tissue. His first attempts left his skin bruised. Then, combined with Qi, he accelerated tissue repair by nearly 70%. The only limit was his chakra pool. But with the dantian yin seal, even that was slowly fading.

He now had battle recovery close to Hashirama-level.

In quiet moments, he opened Minato's spiral training method. The balloon-popping was easy. The rubber-ball was harder. He could now form a Rasengan in one hand while controlling a lightning pulse in the other. And yet, it felt… basic.

He closed his eyes and imagined the Rasengan with Earth Qi.

It didn't rotate. It compressed. It didn't explode. It pierced.

Not a Rasengan.

A Spiral Drill Lance.

He wrote it down for later refinement.

On the last day of the week, Mali opened the final segment of the scroll.

It wasn't listed under ninjutsu. It was locked behind seven flame symbols, and the moment he burned chakra into it, the air chilled again.

Reincarnation Animation Technique.

The forbidden version of the Edo Tensei. Less stable, but easier to use. No human sacrifice. But it required a soul anchor and memory fragment. The scroll warned: "Souls may not return as they were. Some come angry. Some come… twisted."

Mali stared at it for a long time.

Not because he wanted to use it.

But because it proved something.

Life, death, memory… all were chakra patterns.

And if they were patterns, then with enough control, they could be rewritten.

He whispered softly to himself, as if the universe might hear:

"So even rebirth is only a formula."

Behind him, the chamber lights flickered. Somewhere deep in the seal chamber, the Yin symbol on his dantian pulsed once. And the Uzumaki women watching him said nothing—only bowed.

They had seen enough to know:

Uchiha Mali was no longer just a genius.

He was becoming… inevitable.