"Indra, do you believe in things like fate? If one day fate arrives, and you lose completely to Ashura, can you accept it?"
After struggling for a moment, Isamu still spoke his mind. He wanted to know Indra's truest inner thoughts.
According to Isamu's guess, since the Nine-Tomoe Rinnegan had been left in that place, there was a seventy percent chance that Indra had failed in the final battle. Of course, it was also possible that Indra had not failed, but had left the Rinnegan there at the very end of his life. Though the probability was very small, it was still possible.
"Heh, I lose to Ashura? Stop joking, Isamu. I could lose to anyone else, but never to Ashura. You see that Ashura's strength is a bit higher than mine, but if we were to fight for our lives, I still have a fifty percent chance of winning!"
Hearing that he would lose to Ashura, Indra immediately refused to accept it. He hadn't even fought with his life on the line yet. If he truly fought to the death, he and Ashura would be evenly matched. He still had that much confidence.
"I know your strength hasn't reached its peak yet, but I only want to know one thing. Indra, do you think you can face your own failure?"
Isamu didn't want to discuss winning percentages with Indra. He stared at him and asked seriously.
"…"
Indra fell silent upon hearing this.
Who could willingly accept failure?
However, he was different from ordinary people. He had his own unique perspective on such matters.
"Isamu, why are you asking that?"
Seeing both Isamu and Indra so serious, Garuda asked with a confused expression.
"Indra, please answer me seriously. I want to hear your truest inner thoughts!"
Ignoring Garuda, Isamu looked fixedly at Indra.
Isamu had already decided that if Indra was unwilling to accept it, he wouldn't mind giving this Uchiha ancestor a little help.
"Who would willingly accept their own failure? If it were really as you said, and fate arrived and I was destined to fail, I, Ōtsutsuki Indra, would absolutely fight to the very last moment for my ideals!"
After hesitating for a moment, Indra gave his answer.
Born for his ideals, he could also fight to the very end for them.
"Is that so…"
Listening to Indra's answer, Isamu hesitated for a few seconds, but still took that scroll out of the Kamui Dimension and handed it to him.
"This is?"
Looking at the scroll Isamu had given him, Indra was full of confusion, while Garuda craned her neck curiously, wanting to know what Isamu had given her big brother.
"This is my unique ultimate Dōjutsu. It can be activated by forming the Hare, Boar, and Ram hand seals. It can turn events that were unfavorable to oneself within a certain period of time into events that never happened, while allowing only favorable outcomes to become reality. The activation duration varies according to each person's ability. This is a Dōjutsu that can only be used by Sharingan holders. If it truly reaches the final moment, this Dōjutsu can give you a chance to rewrite fate and start over."
Isamu explained calmly.
"What! So powerful!"
Both Indra and Garuda were shocked upon hearing the explanation.
This was practically a resurrection technique.
Garuda even thought that if her big brother Indra possessed this Dōjutsu, then her second brother Ashura would undoubtedly be defeated.
Unlike Garuda, Indra frowned as he looked at the scroll in his hand.
Being highly intelligent, he immediately identified the key issue.
"There is no truly perfect technique in this world. Since this Dōjutsu is so heaven-defying, its price must also be quite high, right?"
"Yes. The greater the ability, the greater the cost. Every time this Dōjutsu is used, one Sharingan permanently loses its light. In other words, a person can use it at most twice before becoming completely blind."
Isamu nodded and explained, secretly praising Indra in his heart.
As expected of the Uchiha ancestor. He had seen the problem immediately.
Indra was also somewhat surprised.
He knew the price would be high, but he hadn't expected it to be this severe.
For a Dōjutsu user, their eyes were equivalent to their life. Losing their eyes was equivalent to losing their power.
However, if one could rewrite a certain-death fate, sacrificing an eye would not be much.
That was for ordinary people.
For Indra, his eyes were his life. There was a ninety percent chance he would never use such a Dōjutsu.
After listening to Isamu's explanation, Garuda finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness.
If it could be used without limits, that would truly be too heaven-defying.
"Although it requires the price of one eye, I believe that if it really reaches the final moment, with this Dōjutsu, you will definitely be able to win."
Isamu looked at this Uchiha ancestor.
This was the only thing he could do for him as a descendant from later generations.
As long as Indra used Izanagi, Isamu could guarantee that he would win the final showdown against Ashura.
Izanagi, one of the most heaven-defying Dōjutsu, was not famous for nothing.
"Hmm, alright. Thank you, Isamu."
Indra didn't say much.
He looked at the scroll for a while, memorized its usage method, and then put it away.
After all, it was Isamu's good intention, and it would be difficult to refuse.
As a Dōjutsu user, however, he honestly did not want to use such a heaven-defying technique unless things truly reached an irreversible point.
Having resolved the knot in his heart, Indra and the others continued toward the Tomb of the Six Paths.
They traveled for another half day.
Throughout the journey, Garuda kept staring at Isamu.
After being watched the entire way, Isamu finally couldn't endure it anymore.
"I say, Garuda, why do you keep staring at me? Is there a flower growing on my face?"
"What flower? I'm just very curious about why you have so many secrets. First the Sharingan and Six Paths Power, and now such a heaven-defying Dōjutsu. Where on earth did you get all these things?"
Garuda looked Isamu up and down as though trying to uncover clues from him.
"How I got them is my business. It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, does it? Why are you so curious?"
Isamu rolled his eyes at Garuda.
He was truly speechless toward this little curiosity addict.
If he kept explaining things to her, his identity would probably be completely exposed.
"Tch! If you don't want to say it, then don't. This young lady doesn't want to know anyway!"
Garuda pouted and turned her head away.
Although she said that, she remained extremely curious inside.
This mysterious Isamu possessed far too many secrets.
That sense of mystery was incredibly attractive to her.
Just then, Isamu's sensory perception suddenly detected two people rapidly approaching.
Very quickly, Indra and Garuda sensed them as well.
"It's Second Brother and Big Brother!"
Sensing the familiar Chakra signatures, Garuda spoke with a confused expression.