Bulma's suggestion had already crossed Uchiha Hikari's mind.
Even the Four Red Yang Formation—jointly cast by the Four Hokage—could be broken by the Ten-Tails. The seal on her body wasn't nearly that strong. At best, it was an enhanced version of the Four Violet Flames Formation. With enough firepower, breaking it from the inside wasn't impossible.
But the problem was...
What came after?
Hikari had no idea how deep underground she was buried. If the seal broke and dozens of tons of rock collapsed on her, she'd be crushed into paste.
Not every Uchiha could count on being rescued by a mysterious old man like Obito.
[Bulma: Hmm… that's not too hard to solve. I can send over a device to scan the soil conditions around you, then customize a directional bomb. By the way, are you a boy or a girl? Have you really been sealed for over a hundred years? Can humans survive that long?]
[Nameless: I...]
Hikari hesitated, skipping over the question about her gender.
[Nameless: Because of the seal, my body's functions were in stasis for a long time. That indirectly extended my lifespan.]
[Bulma: That sounds pretty amazing. I'd love to study it...]
[Nameless: If you can get me out, I'll send you blood samples and data on sealing techniques. Actually, we might not have to wait that long. Want to test the "World Travel" function with me?]
[Bulma: Huh?]
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Dragon Ball World – West City
Bulma, dressed in casual homewear, lay on her bed doing sit-ups while keeping an eye on the chat interface in her mind.
As a tech genius raised around cutting-edge inventions, Bulma had an unusually high tolerance for the extraordinary. An interdimensional chat group? Totally believable. But actual point-to-point teleportation?
"That's insane! A hundred times harder than time travel!"
Still…
Why not try it?
Bulma, who once set off alone in search of the Dragon Balls, wasn't one to back down from meeting an "online friend." She was just a little curious—
"Is this 'Nameless' guy handsome? Is he a prince charming?"
As her imagination ran wild, a series of notifications popped up:
> [Nameless has started a group livestream.]
[Nameless has requested to enter Bulma's world. Accept?]
[Bulma has started a group livestream.]
[Bulma has accepted the request.]
Two small floating screens appeared in the corner of the chat window. With a mental tap, they expanded—one showing a dark underground cavern, the faint glow of sealing formulas barely illuminating the edge of a coffin. The other revealed Bulma's sleek, high-tech bedroom.
And then—
With a flicker in Hikari's feed, her figure vanished from the coffin with a soft whoosh, leaving behind only the intricate web of sealing runes. Almost simultaneously, another figure materialized in Bulma's room.
> [The Eternal Hokage: !]
If Minato had doubted the chat group before, those doubts were now gone. The ability to bypass seals and teleport across dimensions without hand seals? That wasn't human. It was something else entirely.
A creation of the gods…?
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Bulma's eyes widened as she stared at Hikari. "So you're a girl… and you look so young!"
"…Can I borrow a mirror?"
Having been reborn inside a coffin, Uchiha Hikari had never seen her new appearance. And her past life didn't involve much mirror-gazing. During the Warring States Period, mirrors were a luxury—and as a living weapon, she wouldn't have had access to one.
But now…
Splash—
She cupped water in her hands, splashed her face, then looked up.
A delicate, pale face stared back. She looked around twelve or thirteen. Long black hair cascaded down her back. Her dress—a deep blue from the Warring States era—was tattered at the hem, probably from battles before her sealing. Her ankles were bound in heavy manacles. Her bare feet were small enough to fit in one hand.
With each step, the manacles clinked softly.
"Sharingan!"
She closed her eyes and then opened them again.
Her pitch-black pupils turned crimson, three tomoe swirling like a windmill. They shimmered like rubies.
"Damn, I look good."
The corners of Hikari's lips curved into a satisfied smirk. Her resentment toward the transmigration eased slightly.
After all—
Who wouldn't love a pretty young Uchiha girl with Mangekyō Sharingan?
That's right.
Uchiha Hikari had the Mangekyō—and her eyes weren't just powerful, they were rare even among the Uchiha.
Her unique body allowed her to survive multiple transplants, granting her three distinct ocular abilities:
1. Engraved Tsukuyomi – A variation of Itachi's Tsukuyomi, this genjutsu could leave "marks" on targets, allowing her to drag them into illusions at any time, from any distance.
2. Enhanced Amaterasu – More versatile than the original, similar to Sasuke's Blaze Release.
3. Yachiyo no Tomoshibi (Light of Eight Thousand Spears) – She could mark people and either manipulate or absorb their chakra and consciousness—or even share her own.
Theoretically, she was on par with Akatsuki-era Itachi.
At her peak?
She could mark every shinobi in the world, absorb their chakra, and become a pseudo-Divine Tree, reaching near Six Paths-level power.
Theoretically.
In reality, her body couldn't withstand that much chakra. It would burn her out, like Might Guy's Eighth Gate.
Still, Hikari was satisfied with her body.
Well… she wished she was a little older.
In age—not in those areas.
"Done yet, Hikari-chan?"
Bulma's voice echoed from outside.
"Yeah."
Hikari dried her hands and stepped out of the bathroom.
Bulma gave her a long once-over, her gaze lingering on the ankle manacles. "Alright… first, let's get those shackles off you. Then a full physical exam. We'll figure out the bomb stuff later."