chsdbacks Chapter 38: Indra, I'll teach you something really cool.
Chapter 38: Indra, I'll teach you something really cool.
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In the bamboo forest near the Ninja Sect
The afterglow of the setting sun gradually faded.
Indra remained slumped on the large rock, gazing at the darkening sky, his eyes filled with despair.
He's been searching for so long and hasn't even seen a toad. Is there really no way to meet the Sage of Six Paths?
Just as he was filled with despondency, his vision suddenly went dark, and a figure appeared out of thin air in front of him, blocking out the last ray of sunlight.
"I heard you've been looking for me?"
A detached voice sounded overhead, carrying a distant and detached aura.
Indra suddenly looked up, his pupils contracted sharply, and he froze.
The person before him was dressed in a black and red robe, the hem of which fluttered without wind, and a faint mist swirled around him. An ancient longsword hovered beside him, the very same Six Paths Sword from the portrait.
Looking at that face again, it was incredibly handsome, and the indifference in his eyes was exactly the same as that of the Sage of Six Paths in the portrait.
It's him!
Truly, the ancestor has done it a thousand times over!
Indra's heart pounded, and he trembled with excitement. He quickly slid off the rock.
With a "thump," he knelt down on the ground.
He bowed respectfully and said, "Disciple Indra pays respects to the Ancestral Master!"
Thousands of times floated in mid-air, looking down at the boy kneeling on the ground.
Indra was handsome with clear features. Although he was still young, one could already see his future brilliance. However, at this moment, his face was still very youthful, and his eyes still held lingering excitement and trepidation.
"What brings you to me these days?"
Wanci's voice remained flat, revealing no emotion.
Indra quickly raised his head, his eyes resolute, his tone earnestly pleading: "Grandmaster, I have a request; please impart your power to me!"
He kowtowed deeply again, his forehead almost touching the ground, his heart filled with a thirst for power.
"Want power?"
"The Way is not easily passed on. Tell me, what do you need power for?"
Wan raised an eyebrow slightly. This child was so young yet already craved power; he was exactly like the Uchiha clan of later generations...
"This disciple must protect my family, and protect my younger brother, Asura!"
"The other day, Ashura and I encountered wolves. If it weren't for my senior brother's rescue, we would have been seriously injured. I don't want my younger brother to be in danger again, nor do I want to rely on others!"
Indra spoke without hesitation, his voice young yet filled with unwavering determination.
He looked at him ten thousand times, pondering to himself.
According to the original story, Indra should have explored and created the method of hand seals on his own at this point. However, because of my existence, Indra turned to me for power, which deviated from the original path.
It makes sense, then. If it weren't for his own "founding father" status, Indra would have had no way to seek power and would have had to rely on his own efforts to develop hand seals.
Now that he has a shortcut, he will naturally choose to seek advice from me.
"Immortal, I beg you!"
Indra clasped his hands together, his eyes filled with expectation, gazing pitifully at Wanci, completely devoid of his usual composure.
Wanci looked at his appearance and made up his mind.
Since humanity has yet to master the use of chakra, hand seals are the key to guiding chakra.
It would be better to pass on this Dharma through Indra's hands, which would be in accordance with the workings of fate.
Wanci slowly raised his hand, a wisp of pale golden chakra gathering at his fingertips, outlining a few simple patterns in mid-air: "If you want power, I will teach you a method called hand seals."
Chakra is stored within the body. By forming hand seals, one can activate chakra and unleash various techniques; this is the foundation of power.
After seeing the hand seals, Indra began to learn them in a daze; he discovered that he could manipulate chakra by using these hand gestures.
So, I began to learn slowly.
Indra studied until late at night before suddenly waking up and realizing it was getting late.
Indra turned his head and found that Wanci was still floating in the air.
Indra was deeply moved, never expecting that his patriarch would still be waiting for him there.
"Grandmaster, will you come again tomorrow?"
Indra asked cautiously.
Ten thousand times, his face remained expressionless, his mind racing.
Originally, his purpose was simply to pass the seal to Indra and then promote the development of the ninja world.
Manji did not want to interfere in the affairs of the Ninja Sect, especially the conflict between Indra and Ashura, which he did not want to participate in.
But upon seeing Indra, Manji thought again that perhaps Indra could be made into his pawn, a pawn used to connect with the outside world.
After Hagoromo's death, Manji will have no more pawns in the human world. Why not cultivate Indra himself before Hagoromo dies?
To make Indra a pawn in the human world?
Wanci made up his mind and looked at Indra calmly: "Alright, but don't tell anyone about our affair."
It disappeared immediately
"Thank you, Master!" Indra was so moved that he knelt down and kowtowed.
From then on, that secluded bamboo grove became Indra's daily place of practice.
Whether the north wind swirls snowflakes across the bamboo tips or the cold rain patters against the bamboo leaves, making a rustling sound.
Indra always appears here on time.
He bowed respectfully to Wanci, then held his breath and focused his mind, following the master to learn the changes in hand seals and the manipulation of chakra.
The countless lessons were never redundant. Every gesture, every flow of chakra, was precisely broken down for Indra to see, from the basics to more subtle chakra transformations, and then to hand seal combinations never before seen in the ninja world...
Indra absorbed this knowledge with great eagerness, his eyes shining brighter day by day, and his respect for the Ten Thousand Times was already etched into his very bones.
On this day, before the morning mist had completely dissipated in the bamboo forest, Indra had already begun practicing the newly learned method of chakra condensation.
He repeatedly formed hand seals, trying to compress the chakra within his body to the extreme. The hand seals at his fingertips changed faster and faster, and fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, sliding down his cheeks and soaking the fabric of his clothes.
His chakra was almost depleted, and he felt a wave of soreness and fatigue in his limbs.
Finally, the last stamp was placed.
Indra let out a long sigh of relief, his body swayed, and he subconsciously leaned to the side, resting his head on Manji's shoulder.
Wanci was looking down at the bamboo shadows on the ground when suddenly his shoulder felt heavy.
Then he saw the boy beside him with his eyes closed, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, his breathing gradually becoming steady and long. Indra had actually fallen asleep right next to him.
Wanci raised an eyebrow slightly and turned his head to look at Indra's face.
The boy's features still showed some immaturity, but one could already see the sharp outline he would later develop. At this moment, his relaxed expression due to exhaustion had lost the focus and dedication he usually displayed during his cultivation, and instead showed a rare gentleness.
Wanci's gaze lingered on his face for a moment, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart.
Looking back, Gamamaru received only a few words of guidance from him before he began to explore and train on Mount Myōboku on his own. Hagoromo was the same; he only taught him the basics of chakra and hand seals, leaving the rest of the path for Hagoromo to discover on his own.
For him, the relationship between master and disciple had always been merely a matter of "leading someone through the door." He had never taught a disciple so personally, nor had he ever stayed by a disciple's side from sunrise to sunset.
Indra was the first.
This personal guidance stirred a barely perceptible ripple in his heart, but it was nothing more than a ripple.
Wanci quickly composed himself, his gaze returning to its indifferent state.
The fateful conflict between Indra and Asura is the calamity of the Ninja Sect and the destiny of the Ninja World. He has no need to interfere, nor does he need to disrupt his plans because of this slight anomaly.
In any case, no matter what the process is, Indra will eventually walk his own path and establish the Uchiha clan; this was a predetermined trajectory.
He only needs to wait quietly until the day when Hagoromo's lifespan is exhausted, then he can take the Rinnegan and complete his purpose.
Indra was merely a pawn he himself had placed in the human world.
The evening breeze rustled through the bamboo forest, and Wanci remained motionless, letting Indra lean on his shoulder and fall into a deep sleep.
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