Traveling with Indra

In Indra's impression, Mingluo is a person who will not do meaningless things. She will achieve her goals by doing something inadvertently. Originally, he did not like this type of person, but Mingluo's scheming is just to satisfy her own independent little world, protect her own money, and get some necessities of life.

As long as it does not hurt others, Indra does not think that any means are evil. Just like the techniques of the Ninja Sect, as long as it does not hurt others, it is a good thing that makes life easier.

Mingluo is alone outside, it's good that she can protect herself. On the contrary... a fool like my brother is really worrying when he goes out. I'm worried that he will be cheated and lose everything.

So, when Mingluo looked at him with a scrutinizing look, Indra knew what she was planning, and...she needed to use him in it.

What she wants to do is... revenge?

Indra paused with his chopsticks, and looked back at the person in question with his Sharingan. The girl was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't notice his gaze at all. "What do you want me to do?"

"When necessary... cooperate with me. Hmm... there may be a role for Asura." Ming Luo answered faintly, and the idea took shape in her mind. "I need you to sacrifice for a short time. I will be careful."

"I need to know." Indra didn't mind making a sacrifice, but he felt uneasy.

"Yeah, yeah, let's deal with the reservoir first." This will confuse Black Zetsu and make it think that it has no idea that it has been harmed.

Indra understood what she meant immediately. His father's investigation was not subtle enough last time, so he alerted the snake. That thing didn't dare to come out to see him recently.

【Temptation?】

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The rain had gotten heavier in the past two days, and the living room of Mingluo's house was emptied. She packed up her things, stuffed what could be stuffed into the mirror, put on her straw raincoat, took an umbrella, and left with Indra.

Every step she took was covered in mud and water. Fortunately, she was wearing rain boots, otherwise her feet would have been wet in two seconds. The rain boots were black and not very eye-catching. Coupled with the long raincoat and the mud all over the shoes, the shiny material could not be seen at all.

Now the location for the reservoir construction has been determined, but the land is under the jurisdiction of the local nobles, so we need to talk to the local daimyo. Yuyi has to stay in the Shinobi Sect, and Ashura is here to help with the rescue, so Indra can only do the work of dredging the river.

"The daimyo's houses are built high, just like you, they live on the mountainside." Indra said that the daimyo were not affected by the disaster, so the negotiations might not be smooth.

"Are you hinting at me?" Ming Luo felt that this was not right and turned her head away in surprise.

"...No." Indra turned his head. He tried it on the model and found that there was no problem with the valve drawn by Mingluo.

"You hold the fort, I'll go and talk."

Indra's eyes widened when he heard this. Was Mingluo serious? She actually took the initiative to take on such a job? She was brought there mainly to make metal sluice gates. "Are you willing to... negotiate with someone?"

"After all, I was the one who proposed this. Even if I have good intentions, I don't want too many consequences." Mingluo remembered that the country is too small now, and there are several countries occupying one river. If the reservoir is not people-oriented, and the gates are opened and water is released at will, or water is stored and not released during droughts, it will be a disaster for the downstream areas.

1Reservoir repair can be free!

2The metal doors require raw materials provided locally.

3. The installation personnel shall be provided locally.

4 The reward is that the three daimyos need to agree to one thing.

"What constraints?" Indra quickly understood that this was a very important matter.

"Erect a monument next to each of the three reservoirs, engraved with the causes and consequences of the construction of the reservoirs, and let the three daimyos reach a consensus that they will not cause floods to harm civilians. At that time... ask all the civilians to be witnesses, read the words on the monument, and then sing a little story, so that the three of them can reach an 'oath'." Ming Luo knew that the nobles were a group of people who had no substance but attached great importance to face. They thought they were high and mighty, and they were forced to succumb to the force of the Shinobi Clan, and they were also afraid of becoming a topic of gossip among the civilians.

"I will tell them that if the daimyo acts recklessly, they can go to the Ninja Clan for help." Indra understood that this was to allow public opinion to supervise the daimyo, so that if a vicious incident occurred, there would be ways to deal with it.

"Is it okay for the Ninja Clan to do this?" Ming Luo couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. If you clamp down on the nobles like this, you will be hated. "I feel like you have offended too many nobles. They will unite and do something bad."

[So... this is the main reason why the ninja clan will become tools in the future, right? ]

[As long as Liu Dao is alive, they must endure. If Liu Dao dies, his two sons will be separated. Then, ordinary people with power are just a group of stronger tools, right? ]

"For example?" Indra didn't care much, those people were just weaklings.

"Split and grasp."

Indra looked at Mingluo in confusion. He couldn't see her face clearly in the rain, but her worry was clearly visible. He thought Mingluo avoided humans because of her own specialness and came to the vicinity of the Ninja Clan where there were many "similar" people.

"What are you doing?" Ming Luo stepped back. This guy's eyes lit up red.

Noticing her avoidance, Indra continued to move forward. The rain was not going to stop. This time it was likely to rain for more than a month, and it would be very unbearable if it kept raining.

Things went more smoothly than the two had imagined. Perhaps it was because the three daimyos had all experienced the pain of drought, they agreed to everything with great sincerity and were very persistent - to send money to Indra!

"Then... we'll take it." Ming Luo pulled Indra's sleeve and looked at the fat Daimyo in front of him. "We'll use the money to buy some wood, and then help the residents whose houses were destroyed by the flood to rebuild their homes."

"Thank you very much for your generous donation, Lord Daimyo." Indra did not refuse upon hearing this. The money would be good to spend on them.

The fat Daimyo's smile froze for a second, but he doubled the reward as if nothing had happened. [This woman is quite capable!]

In the suburbs at the foot of the mountain in Daimyo Prefecture, there were hundreds of homeless people gathered. Although they had taken refuge in the mountains with the help of the Ninja Clan, they were still very sad that their homes had been destroyed.

Everything was fine at first, but due to the continuous heavy rain, the river burst its banks.

Indra stood at the designated spot, and with a slam of the earth, the ground shook and a rectangular pit was formed. The pit was about 20 meters deep, and if it was deeper, it would have reached the groundwater.

"Wow!" The residents nearby were stunned. What a magical power!

Is this the Ninja Sect?

It's so powerful!

Indra jumped into the pit and used earth escape to constantly modify the location where the gate needed to be installed. The craftsmen over there also brought the finished wood over to build a suitable "door frame" for the gate.

Ming Luo used the numerous iron lumps contributed by Daming Prefecture and melted them into a huge gate according to the size.

Everyone looked at the craftsmen hammering and pushing the wood with great effort, and looked at each other and went up to help. This was a reservoir built for them, with it the water in the city would have a place to go, and they could rebuild their homes.

With everyone's concerted efforts, the rushing artificial canal filled the reservoir with muddy water, and most of the water in the silted city was drained away.

“The water is receding!”

"Hahahaha!"

"Ahhhh!"

Indra, whose snow-white clothes were stained with yellow mud, looked at this scene and couldn't help but curl his lips. Even with the mud spots on his cheeks, this smile was particularly dazzling.

Ming Luo glanced at the 'calico cat' next to her and couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Hahahaha!"

Indra: Just laugh if you want to. Why are you looking at me?