naruto: the last brother to the ghost of the uchiha

And with that, the tension in the room eased, though Jinx knew that his actions were now set into motion—whether it led to their destruction or ascension, only time would tell.-continue- while no one was looking Jinx used the haki awakening card and immediately choose conquorers since that would be the hardest to awaken later on. Jinx then took off his armor as he walked to his brother and ten meters away he activated his hybred form 

The air was thick with tension, the clash of steel and the weight of unspoken expectations hanging over the battlefield. Jinx, standing at the center of it all, was no ordinary warrior. His powers, borne of unimaginable training, fierce bloodlines, and a deep connection to the world's darkest secrets, had brought him to this moment. The time had come to test his brothers, Madara and Izuna, to see where their strengths lay and how they would measure up against the merciless realities of combat.

Jinx had not been idle in his pursuit of power. Beneath his armor, his heart pulsed with a deeper calling, a promise to forge his destiny in a way few could ever comprehend. With a quiet decision, he discarded his armor, the weight falling away to reveal a sleek, crimson kimono, symbolizing his hybrid nature. As he walked toward his brothers, his presence became undeniable, and in his steps, a subtle, graceful confidence radiated.

His hair, disheveled and long, framed his face, covering his right eye as his black fox ears, with a white tip, slowly emerged. The elegant tails of a fox swished behind him, dark as the night with a contrasting white tip at the end.

In the distance, Madara and Izuna stood at attention, their eyes narrowing at the sight of their brother's transformation. The world around them seemed to pause, waiting for the first strike to break the stillness. Madara, ever the strategist, assessed Jinx with his keen eyes, while Izuna, his more impulsive counterpart, clenched his fists in anticipation.

"Test us, Jinx," Madara's voice was cold but unyielding. "We are ready."

Jinx nodded solemnly, the moment of their challenge arriving. "I will push you both to your limits so you can discover your weaknesses," he replied, his voice carrying authority. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he called upon the servants who approached with two legendary swords in hand.

"Shusui for you, Izuna. Tenshikage for you, Madara."

Madara's eyes darkened as the black blade of Tenshikage was handed to him, the cursed steel shimmering with ancient power. Izuna, more impulsive than his elder brother, took Shusui eagerly, the famed blade now in his grasp, its legendary reputation well known.

Madara made the first move, vanishing in a blur with the Body Flicker Technique and reappearing beside Jinx in an instant. However, thanks to his Sharingan, Jinx could roughly track Madara's movements. Reacting swiftly, Jinx brought up Kokushiryū to block Madara's blade.

"Hmmm," Jinx mused with a small smirk. "It seems you've been training, older brother. But here's a tip: don't rely purely on strength when facing a Zoan user."

Madara's instincts flared, a sudden feeling of danger surging through him. Without hesitation, he leapt back, narrowly avoiding a massive ice spike that shot up from the ground where he'd just been standing. The spike glinted ominously in the light, a stark reminder of how close Madara had been to being impaled.

But Jinx wasn't one to show mercy to worthy opponents. Seeing the perfect opportunity, he decided to unleash a technique he had crafted in his previous life. Channeling his cold powers, he took a deep, steady breath, preparing for the strike.

"Dance of Winter: First Form—Frosted Petals," Jinx called out, his voice sharp and cold as the air around them.

As Jinx slashed Kokushiryū, snowflakes materialized in the air, condensing into a crescent-shaped arc of frozen energy. The strike tore through the air with deadly precision, heading straight for Madara.

Madara's eyes widened in shock. He wasn't the only one. Every Uchiha present with an active Sharingan, including Tajima, froze in disbelief. It had only been three days since Jinx had awakened his ice abilities, and yet here he was, wielding a sword technique with such mastery that it appeared as if he had spent years perfecting it.

Tajima Uchiha, observing from the sidelines, frowned deeply. His mind drifted back to something his wife had told him years ago. She had noticed something peculiar about Jinx during their training sessions.

One particular day, she had taught Jinx the Dragon Flame Bullet technique, demonstrating it only once, intending to fully teach him the following week. Yet, just five days later, Jinx not only replicated the technique flawlessly but also created his own variation of it.

And it wasn't just that. Time and again, Jinx displayed the uncanny ability to learn and replicate techniques with almost no effort, merely by observing them once. When Tajima had asked him how he did it, Jinx simply smiled and replied, "I just used my imagination."

(a/n: he already had a wild imagination but his reincarnated ability just goes with it)

Izuna, determined not to be looked down upon, dashed toward Jinx, using his Devil Fruit to create wings and gain a boost in speed. However, when facing someone like Jinx—a speed and acrobatics expert who had inspired Madara's dance-like fighting style—raw speed alone wasn't enough unless you were truly faster. Just as Izuna was about to connect, Jinx reacted with precision. He grabbed Izuna's shoulder, using it as leverage to twirl mid-air. In one fluid motion, he seized Izuna's ankle and hurled him toward Madara.

Madara, unfazed, easily caught Izuna, but Jinx wasn't finished. With a flick of his hand, he sent three black ice shards hurtling toward Madara. Madara countered with Tenshikage, deflecting the shards, and retaliated by summoning a dozen shadow tendrils. Jinx quickly raised a black ice wall to block the attack, but he failed to account for the sun's position—a detail Madara had already noticed.

The sun was positioned directly behind Jinx, casting a long shadow over his ice wall. Furthermore, Jinx's unique black ice, known for absorbing light, deepened the surrounding shadows even further. Madara exploited this advantage seamlessly. Black tendrils erupted from the shadows around Jinx, gripping his limbs and holding him in place. Jinx's eyes widened in surprise as the tendrils lifted him into the air.

Out of nowhere, Izuna appeared above him, using his enhanced speed and momentum to deliver a devastating downward kick. His attack sent Jinx crashing into the ground, creating a massive crater. But the fight wasn't over yet. Before the dust and smoke could fully settle, a sudden movement became clear to the onlookers.

Izuna's body was hurled out of the crater, smashing into Jinx's black ice wall. From the dissipating smoke, a colossal skeletal hand emerged, revealing a massive upper-body skeleton avatar formed entirely of Jinx's black ice. Its presence radiated an ominous and icy chill, a testament to the deadly power Jinx wielded in battle.

"You like it? I based it on our ancestor's Susanoo," Jinx said, his voice carrying a mix of pride and menace as the massive skeletal avatar loomed behind him. "While its defense doesn't compare to the original, its offense, however..."

As if to emphasize his words, the skeleton's right hand lifted, revealing a replica of Kokushiryū materialized from black ice. The blade radiated an icy chill, its surface gleaming ominously with condensed frost. Jinx's piercing gaze locked onto his brothers, his confidence unshaken.

"...is just as powerful."

Taking a deep breath, Jinx's voice dropped as he commanded, "Dance of Winter, First Form: Frosted Petals – Single Strike."

With a mere thought, the skeletal avatar swung its massive blade, releasing a single, immense snowflake slash. The strike shimmered as it carved through the air, a masterpiece of concentrated frost energy. The sheer size and precision of the snowflake slash made it appear as though nature itself had bent to Jinx's will, its beauty matched only by its deadly intent as it hurtled toward his brothers.

madara's eyes narrowed, his Sharingan spinning rapidly as he analyzed the incoming attack. The sheer size of the snowflake slash was overwhelming, and the cold emanating from it caused the ground beneath his feet to frost over. Without hesitation, he raised Tenshikage and shouted, "Izuna, don't hold back!"

Izuna, still recovering from being thrown into the ice wall, clenched his jaw and quickly steadied himself. He spread his wings, shadows curling around his body like a protective shroud, and dashed toward the attack alongside Madara.

Madara infused Tenshikage with his own chakra, the blade glowing with dark energy as he prepared to intercept the massive strike. Izuna flanked him, shadows coiling into twin blades in his hands.

As the snowflake slash approached, Madara swung Tenshikage in a wide arc, releasing a powerful wave of shadow-infused chakra to counter the icy attack. Izuna followed up with a flurry of rapid strikes, his shadow blades carving into the edges of the snowflake slash.

The collision was explosive. Shadow and frost clashed violently, sending shards of black ice and tendrils of darkness scattering across the battlefield. The force of the impact created a shockwave that rippled outward, forcing even the spectators to shield themselves from the icy wind. 

"Holy shit... I almost forgot. Indra's reincarnations are basically ninjutsu geniuses!" Jinx thought, his mind racing as the weight of the realization dawned on him. But in that moment, a smirk crossed his face, the corners of his lips twitching. "But so am I."

With a swift motion, Jinx's black ice Susanoo shattered into delicate petals, each one swirling in the air like fragments of a frozen storm. The petals twirled and danced, leaving behind a trail of cold, haunting beauty as they surrounded Jinx. His eyes gleamed with intensity, the Sharingan spinning as he focused his energy.

He began a series of nine iconic hand signs—each one flowing effortlessly from his fingers, the intricate movements nearly becoming a blur. It was a sequence he had been practicing for the past three years, a technique born from his intense training and vast imagination. As the last hand sign was completed, the atmosphere seemed to shift.

What most would expect, and what history would likely echo in the future, would be the unmistakable sound of a thousand birds chirping in unison. The chirping was a symbol, a harbinger of the legendary Chidori. But this time, something was different. The sound that filled the air was far more sinister—far more ominous.

Instead of the familiar chirping of birds, the battlefield was suddenly filled with the deafening, chaotic cacophony of crows—thousands of them cawing in a dissonant chorus. The noise was unsettling, eerie, and filled with a menacing presence. The ground seemed to tremble beneath the sound, and the very air felt charged with dark energy.

Madara's eyes widened in shock, the Sharingan flaring with alertness as he processed what was unfolding before him. He recognized the technique—the deadly power it held. This was an advanced version of Chidori, a technique only he, Izuna, and their mother had witnessed five years ago. But this… this was something far beyond what they had ever seen.

(flashback)

Here's the revised flashback:

The sun had just begun its descent, casting long shadows across the training ground where Madara, Izuna, and Jinx were practicing. Their mother, Mikoto, watched intently from the side, her expression one of both pride and concern. It had been a month since Madara had awakened his Sharingan, and yet neither Izuna nor Jinx had unlocked theirs. The older brothers had become fierce rivals, constantly pushing each other to new heights. But for Jinx, something felt off. His progress wasn't slowing, but it wasn't advancing at the same rate as Madara's, and it bothered him.

Izuna, ever the calm and collected one, showed no sign of frustration. But Jinx, always driven by a thirst for excellence, had been seeking a way to break through, to create something that would make him stand apart.

That evening, he finally got the chance. With a determined gleam in his eyes, Jinx stepped forward, his mind racing with possibilities. He had been studying his brothers' techniques, watching them as they fought, thinking about their every move. And it clicked.

Izuna, who was nearby practicing his own skills, raised an eyebrow. "What are you planning, Jinx?"

Jinx didn't respond at first. Instead, he closed his eyes, focusing deeply. A faint, almost imperceptible aura began to swirl around him. His hands moved instinctively, weaving through a series of hand signs with unparalleled speed. The speed was so fluid, it almost looked like he was painting the air with invisible strokes. Mikoto's eyes narrowed in curiosity, recognizing that this was something new—something neither of her sons had ever attempted.

Jinx opened his eyes, now glowing with an intensity they had never seen before. A surge of chakra coursed through his body, the power visibly radiating from him. He stood poised, his posture flawless as he raised his hand in front of him.

Then, without warning, Jinx thrust his palm forward. A sharp, piercing sound cut through the air—crack, like the sudden clash of thunder. The ground beneath his feet cracked open as a high-pitched, crackling energy shot forward. A burst of raw energy surged through the clearing, its power unmistakable. Madara and Izuna both froze, their eyes widening in shock as they saw a single concentrated mass of electricity, crackling with intense energy, dart towards a nearby tree.

It wasn't just the raw power that astonished them—it was the technique itself. Neither of them had ever seen anything like it before. The power surged through the air like a crackling bolt of lightning, yet it wasn't as simple as that. The attack was fast—faster than anything they had ever experienced—and there was an odd, electric hum in the air that carried a weight beyond mere physical force.

The tree exploded on impact, splintering into a thousand pieces as the lightning faded, leaving behind only the jagged remnants of the bark. The clearing was still, save for the smoldering remains of the tree. Izuna was the first to speak.

"Jinx… what was that?"

Jinx, breathing heavily from the exertion, looked up, a rare, confident smile tugging at his lips. "I call it Chidori."

Mikoto's eyes widened in recognition, her hands instinctively tightening into fists. She had seen many techniques in her day, but this was different—raw, untamed power mixed with precise control. It was more than a simple attack; it was a work of art, a reflection of Jinx's unique understanding of chakra and his personal flair for combat. A technique forged from both genius and necessity.

Madara, still stunned, slowly stepped forward. "How did you… how did you even come up with this?" His voice was a mix of awe and disbelief.

Jinx shrugged, his confidence still apparent. "I just thought about it. The idea of concentrating chakra in one spot… and making it explode at will. I figured if you focus enough, you can pierce anything." He didn't mention how many failed attempts he'd had in private before it clicked. He didn't need to.

Izuna, who had remained quiet until now, stepped forward. He looked at Jinx, his eyes calculating. "You're saying you just created that… out of nothing?"

Jinx nodded, his expression serious now. "I can't explain it fully, but it felt natural. I've been thinking about it for weeks, and when the idea hit, it was like everything aligned. It's just a matter of control." His gaze shifted toward Mikoto, who was watching him carefully. "I can make it better, too."

Madara's eyes narrowed, his competitive spirit igniting. "Better?" he repeated, a smirk curling on his lips. "Let's see what you've got."

But Mikoto raised a hand to stop them. She had seen enough. Her expression was serious now, but there was a glint of pride in her eyes. "That was incredible, Jinx. But remember—this is just the beginning. Every technique you create has a cost, a risk. Don't forget that."

Jinx nodded, already lost in thought, his mind racing with ideas. "I know. But I'll make it work."

Izuna looked from Jinx to Madara and then to their mother, sensing a shift. They were all on the cusp of something monumental. But it wasn't just Jinx's power that had caught their attention—it was his potential.

Madara's eyes narrowed again, a spark of rivalry igniting within him. Jinx had created something none of them had ever seen before. And in that moment, Madara felt something shift within him—a desire to push harder, to surpass his younger brother, and to prove that he could be the one to stand at the top.

"Jinx," Madara said, his voice steady but filled with a challenge, "don't get too comfortable. I'll be the one to surpass you."

Jinx smiled, his eyes still burning with determination. "We'll see, older brother."

And so, from that day forward, the bond between them shifted. The rivalry grew fiercer, the desire to surpass one another pushing them both to new heights. Jinx had shown them a glimpse of what he was capable of—his genius, his creativity—and in doing so, he had set the stage for a future where they would all push the limits of what was possible.

But as the sun set, casting long shadows across the training ground, Mikoto stood silently, watching them. She knew that the future of the Uchiha clan would not be determined by simple rivalry—it would be shaped by the strength of their bonds, the techniques they created, and the challenges they faced together.

For now, though, she allowed herself a rare smile. Her children were all incredible in their own right, and she knew that the world would come to know their names.

(flashback end)

Jinx's energy crackled around him, his own chakra resonating with the deadly cawing of the crows, blending into a terrifying symphony. The black ice petals that surrounded him now pulsed with an ominous light, as if the very nature of the attack was being charged by his cold energy.

The power in the air was palpable, thick with the weight of what was about to happen. Madara, Izuna, and even their father felt a chill, not just from the cold aura Jinx wielded, but from the sheer intensity of his technique. The landscape itself seemed to recoil as Jinx's form steadied, ready to unleash the next phase of his terrifying creation.

"What is this?" Madara muttered under his breath, the wheels of his mind turning as he prepared himself for the inevitable.

But Jinx simply smirked, the crows' calls growing louder, sharper—closer—until they nearly drowned out every other sound. His ice Susanoo swirled around him, gathering power. "You'll see soon enough," he said, the words practically lost under the growing roar of the crows.