Over ten years, many things can change.
Flip phones on the street were replaced by sleek touchscreen devices, and Gojo Satoru had gone from an arrogant high schooler to a laid-back teacher who wore a black blindfold all day.
But in the underground training room of that luxury villa in Chiyoda, some things remained exactly the same.
Boom! Squilch~!
With a deafening impact, a quasi-Special Grade cursed spirit—its body like a grotesque mass of flesh—had half its torso blown apart by a powerful whip kick from Toji Fushiguro.
The foul purple blood didn't even have time to splatter before it disintegrated into ash midair.
"Three hundred."
Toji stood shirtless, the centipede-like scar across his chest twisting with the movement of his muscles.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked toward Rin, who sat on a raised platform.
"Boss. Over the past six months, the rate of cursed spirit appearances has gone crazy. I used to run into one or two Grade 1s a month doing black market jobs. Now I can bump into a quasi-Special Grade just stepping out for cigarettes. Feels like someone's deliberately spreading curses."
Rin didn't respond.
He was currently looking at the system panel in his mind.
[Current Dimension Points: 502,890]
Over the years, even though he hadn't interfered with the main flow of the jujutsu world, he and Toji had been clearing out cursed spirits wherever they went.
Deep mountains, abandoned buildings, remote forests.
Whether naturally formed spirits or those cultivated by curse users, anything that crossed their path became dimension points.
Bit by bit, it added up.
Five hundred thousand points.
A number large enough to push his strength to another level.
Rin closed the panel and stood up.
"Hmm.. Chaos is rising. That means the real show is about to begin."
Rin glanced at Toji.
"You keep training here. I'll head back to my pocket realm for a period. Something important came up."
With a snap of his fingers, a diamond-shaped portal woven from starlight opened silently in the air. Rin stepped through.
…
Miniature Dimensional Pocket Realm.
Rin stepped through the starlight portal. The air in the pocket realm carried that familiar crispness, laced with the subtle floral notes drifting from the laboratory.
Shinobu was there, as always—bent slightly over her workbench, her haori draped loosely over her shoulders, sleeves rolled up as she carefully measured a vial of shimmering toxin extracted from a fresh cursed spirit corpse.
He moved silently, a habit from years of battle, until he stood right behind her. Leaning in, he brushed her dark hair aside with gentle fingers and pressed his lips to the elegant curve of her neck, right where her pulse fluttered beneath pale, flawless skin.
Shinobu startled, a soft gasp escaping her, but it melted instantly into a delighted little laugh. She turned in his arms, "Welcome home."
"Did you bring any cursed spirits? The last batch gave me the most fascinating reactions—oh, the way the venom interacts with their residual curse energy is just—"
Rin chuckled, the sound rumbling against her. He cupped her face with one hand, thumb tracing the delicate line of her cheekbone, and silenced her with a kiss.
Shinobu's cheeks flushed a soft pink, but she kissed him back without hesitation, her arms sliding around his neck as she melted into him.
"Not this time," he whispered against her lips when they parted for breath, a faint smirk playing there.
Before she could protest, he lifted her effortlessly onto the edge of the workbench, careful not to disturb her neatly arranged tools. The kiss deepened, turning languid and heated, yet still gentle.
His hands moved, slipping the haori from her shoulders, letting it pool around her waist.
Beneath, her fair skin glowed in the soft light, smooth as porcelain.
He trailed kisses down the column of her throat, over her collarbone, until his mouth found the delicate swell of her breasts.
Her nipples were small and pink, like tender cherry blossoms, tightening under the warm brush of his tongue. A quiet sigh slipped from her, fingers threading through his hair.
Shinobu's glistening body smelled of flowers—wisteria and something faintly sweet, like nectar after rain. That scent wrapped around them as clothes fell away in unhurried layers and they sank into each other.
Time passed while they drowned is passion.
Afterward, they stayed close for a moment, foreheads pressed together, exchanging soft kisses. Then, true to form, Shinobu's eyes drifted back toward her vials. She gave him one last quick peck on the cheek, cheeks still adorably flushed, and slipped back into her haori.
"I'll finish analyzing this batch before it degrades," she said brightly, already reaching for her tools again, though her smile lingered warmly for him.
Rin chuckled fondly, watching her dive back into her work with that same passionate focus. He didn't disturb her. Instead, he dressed quietly and headed straight for the towering mountain at the center of the realm.
At the summit, he sat cross-legged on a flat stone, surrounded by fierce, howling winds.
It was time to break through his current limits.
"System. Consume 200,000 dimension points to upgrade my template to the Six Paths Power stage."
[Ding! Command confirmed!]
[200,000 dimension points deducted…]
[Template advancement initiated—Target: Uchiha Sasuke (Six Paths Power stage)!]
Boom!
The moment the notification ended, a vast and overwhelming force descended from the void.
It was far greater than any previous upgrade, carrying a faint, imposing aura like the will of the heavens themselves.
Like a celestial torrent pouring down from the sky, it surged violently into Rin's body.
A low groan escaped his throat.
This wasn't pain, but transformation.. an expansion of his very existence.
The chakra within him, once a basic fusion of Yin Release and Yang Release, began to undergo a fundamental change under the influence of Six Paths power.
The opposing forces of Yin and Yang were no longer merely intertwined. They were crushed and reshaped by a higher order of power.
In the end, they condensed into a gray-black, tangible energy.
The embryonic form of a Truth-Seeking Orb.
If the chakra of the Mangekyō Sharingan had once been like a blade of ordinary steel, then the Six Paths chakra now flowing through his body was like a divine weapon—capable of cutting through space itself and rewriting the laws of reality.
But Rin didn't stop.
In the original world, Sasuke had only received the Yin power granted by the Sage of Six Paths. His left eye awakened into a six-tomoe Rinnegan, while his right remained the Eternal Mangekyō.
That imbalance between Yin and Yang, though powerful, was not perfection.
True completion required both.
To match the Yin power, he needed the equal source of Yang—Ashura's chakra.
"System. Deduct another 100,000 points. Exchange for the Ashura Chakra Source and force fusion."
Rin's voice echoed in his mind.
[Ding! 100,000 dimension points deducted!]
[Ashura Chakra Source fusion initiated! Yin energy and Yang energy united! Creation itself!]
The moment the prompt sounded, another immense force erupted from within him.
This energy was different.
Warm, overflowing with vitality, endlessly resilient—pure Yang.
Indra's ultimate Yin and Ashura's ultimate Yang.
These two opposing forces, entangled for a thousand years, now fused perfectly within Rin's body under the system's adjustment, without the slightest rejection.
Buzz—!!!!
The world itself seemed to dim.
The entire Miniature Divine Realm trembled under the weight of that overwhelming power.
Far away in the laboratory, Shinobu Kochō felt the ground shake violently. Startled, she pushed open a window and looked toward the mountain peak.
At the summit, a pillar of purple-black light erupted into the sky, piercing straight through the clouds.
At its center... Rin slowly opened his eyes.
What kind of eyes were those?
His once deep pupils had turned into an eerie, pale violet.
Ripple-like rings spread outward across each eye, like waves on water.
And within those rings, six black tomoe were embedded in both eyes, rotating slowly in perfect synchronization.
A dual six-tomoe Rinnegan.
This was the true ultimate dōjutsu, born from the complete fusion of Yin energy and Yang energy, surpassing all bloodline limits.
Rin raised his hands.
Behind him, six pitch-black spheres the size of fists appeared silently, floating in the air. Their darkness was so profound it seemed to swallow all light.
Truth-Seeking Orbs.
The embodiment of creation itself, formed from the fusion of Yin, Yang, and the five elemental transformations.
They could become the absolute defense of the world or weapons capable of erasing all matter—even the soul.
In this world, where Senjutsu did not exist, the Truth-Seeking Orbs were an absolute law of annihilation. Untouchable, undefendable.
Beyond that, Rin could feel the Rinnegan's inherent techniques etched into his very being.
___
Read 12 Chapters ahead:
Patreon.com/slept01