chsdbacks Chapter 42: From the Ancient Times to the Ninja Clan Era and Then to the Era of Turmoil...
Chapter 42: From the Ancient Times to the Ninja Clan Era and Then to the Era of Turmoil...
Looking at Ashura's flustered appearance and then at Indra's confident demeanor, Yu Yi sighed softly in her heart.
"The inheritance of the Ninja Sect requires not only strength and wisdom, but also an understanding of human nature."
You two each have your strengths and weaknesses. This test is not only a trial of your abilities but also a tempering of your character. Go forth and do your best.
Yu Yi slowly spoke.
Upon hearing this, Ashura hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded and gripped the scroll tightly in his hand.
My father's decision is final; I have no choice but to grit my teeth and accept this test.
Indra watched all of this, shaking his head inwardly.
How can someone with such a timid appearance shoulder the heavy responsibility of the Ninja Clan?
The father's actions were perhaps simply an attempt to save face for Ashura.
Indra lowered his head, opened the scroll, and quickly glanced through its contents, his confidence growing even stronger.
He's destined to win this test.
The two then ran in different directions.
"The war between Indra and Asura is about to begin. It's a long and arduous journey. I've lived for so long, and I'm only just now getting to the point where the war between Indra and Asura is about to begin."
"According to the original work, it was still over a thousand years before Hashirama and Madara were born, and even longer before Naruto was born..."
Wan shook his head repeatedly.
Perhaps if Wanci were to travel back to the early days of Konoha, he would have a lot of room for development.
Of course, traveling back to ancient times also has its advantages.
The biggest change Manji has made is that he has forcibly changed the Naruto worldview to his own.
Return to Mount Myoboku
Manji summoned Black Zetsu, Fukasaku, and a group of historians, including Toad.
"Great Immortal!"
Black Zetsu and the group of toads bowed slightly in greeting.
Wanci sat on his seat in the main hall and slowly began to speak.
"I've gathered you all here today to set the next historical record."
"Next, I'd like to divide the Records of the Grand Historian into sections."
"Black Zetsu, take note of this. I'll make the following divisions."
Wanci glanced at Black Zetsu.
"Yes, ma'am."
Upon hearing this, Black Zetsu quickly took out a pen and began to take notes.
"From Kaguya's arrival to Hagoromo's establishment of the Ninja Clan, we refer to this period as the ancient era."
"From the time Hagoromo established the Ninja Clan until now, we call this period the Ninja Clan Era."
Wanci will divide the current history.
It is divided into: the ancient era, the era of the Ninja Clan, etc.
"Great Sage, is the Ninja Clan era set to end now? But..."
Hei Jue hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
He astutely observed that the ancient era essentially ended from Kaguya's descent to her sealing and departure.
The era of Ninjutsu has not ended.
Wan shook his head slightly: "Just record it this way."
Black Zetsu nodded and immediately began taking notes.
After finishing his record, Manji looked at Fukasaku and the group of historians, including the toad.
"Fukasaku, is your historical record of mortals finished?"
He asked ten thousand times.
The history of the world is not just about those who are powerful.
There are countless ordinary people and commoners who are often the easiest to overlook, but they also form an indispensable part of history.
"Reporting to the immortal, there are too many countries established by mortals, their relationships are too complicated, and regimes change frequently. We need to wait for the intelligence department to send us information before we can confirm it."
Fukasaku said.
"Alright, send some more intelligence to the toads to infiltrate mortal countries and let them control the dynamics of the human world."
He repeatedly gave instructions.
Black Zetsu, standing to the side, was already drenched in sweat, astonished by the layout of Mount Myōboku.
He never imagined that such a powerful force of immortal magic existed deep within the world.
Like Mount Myoboku, they keep a low profile, simply recording history indifferently, acting as bystanders of history.
It was only when he started working at Mount Myoboku that he realized how unfathomable Mount Myoboku was.
Such a powerful organization never thought of conquering the world, but instead remained a reclusive force.
Wanci gently closed his eyes, resting them to clear his mind.
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Several days later, the morning mist had not yet dissipated in front of the Ninja Clan's gate.
A sharp and upright figure landed in the courtyard of the Ninja Sect's main hall.
It is Indra.
His hair fluttered slightly in the wind, and his handsome features were filled with confident arrogance as he walked steadily into the hall.
"Father, I'm back."
Indra bowed to Hagoromo Otsutsuki, who was seated in the main seat, and said in a clear and confident voice, "Father, I have successfully completed the task you entrusted to me. The journey was smooth and without any obstacles."
Indra raised his eyes, his gaze intense.
I was already certain in my heart
—In terms of speed, strength, and efficiency, no one in the entire Ninja Clan can match him. The position of successor of the Ninja Clan is definitely his.
"I see."
Ke Yuyi merely lowered her gaze and stroked the fabric above her knees, her expression calm and expressionless, and spoke softly in a low voice:
"The test I set this time was never a contest of speed or the ability to act independently. Wait patiently until Asura returns, and then I will make the final judgment."
"Oh?"
Indra was slightly taken aback, a hint of confusion and doubt flashing quickly in his dark eyes. He had thought that the mission was over, but he did not expect his father to have such considerations.
But he ultimately respected Yu Yi and pondered for a moment.
Indra nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "I understand."
However, the unwavering determination in his heart remained undiminished.
He even began to fantasize about what kind of system and policies he would implement if he became the leader of the Ninja Clan.
More than ten days have passed in a flash.
A series of noisy footsteps echoed from the entrance to the Ninja Sect.
Unlike the solitary and fierce demeanor of Indra's return.
The sounds were chaotic yet warm, accompanied by hearty laughter, coming from afar.
"I'm back!"
A vibrant voice rang out.
Ashura appeared before everyone, looking travel-worn and dusty, yet still smiling brightly, his eyes crinkling with gentle warmth.
Behind him followed dozens of simply dressed mortals, including white-haired elders, children, and middle-aged men and women. They supported each other, their faces filled with trust and friendly smiles, getting along well with Asura like a family.
"Huh? What's this...."
Sarutobi, who was in charge of meeting Ashura at the mountain pass, narrowed his eyes and showed a hint of surprise. He had thought that Ashura would only return alone, but he did not expect that he would bring so many ordinary villagers with him. This scene was really unexpected.
"Ashura, you're finally back! Lord Hagoromo has been waiting for you in the palace."
Sarutobi suppressed his surprise and greeted him with a smile.
Ashura paused, his smile fading slightly, and he subconsciously asked, "Father...hasn't he decided on my brother's successor yet?"
He had been delayed along the way, and thought that his brother had already taken the position of leader of the Ninja Clan with his outstanding abilities.
Sarutobi shook his head helplessly and sighed softly, "It's not decided yet. Lord Hagoromo said that we'll wait for your return before making a decision."
Upon hearing this, Ashura frowned deeply, a hint of unease appearing on his honest face. A bad premonition rose in his heart, and he gripped his bag tightly.
Just then, a cool and aloof figure walked slowly towards them.
Indra stood in the center of the courtyard, looking at his younger brother who had arrived late. A gentle smile appeared on his face as he stepped forward and said, "Asura, you're back."