Traveling with Indra

Senju Tobirama took a deep breath. He didn't try to stop Uchiha Izuna as usual. Instead, he wanted to let his brother have a few slaps with that braid. This time the joke was too much. He couldn't help but want to beat up his brother.

He deserves it! Beat him to death!

If you dare to claim to be an Uchiha brother, don’t ever enter the Senju family again!

Uchiha Madara was very conflicted. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to have a brother like Hashirama. The horrible scene made him shudder with disgust and revealed an expression of extreme disgust, which was strangely synchronized with the current Senju Tobirama.

Uchiha Madara:......

Senju Tobirama:......

The two of them just saw the disgust on each other's faces, then looked away and took a step away.

too disgusting!

Mingluo, who was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, grabbed the big fox's neck and shook it madly. "What are you talking about? Who... who wants to have a baby with him?"

"Ah~ I'm not talking nonsense. Just look at their eyes and you'll know they are Indra's descendants." The big fox didn't dare to use force with its claws and pointed at the Sharingan over there.

Indra gradually figured out the current situation. Now it is many years later. No wonder... Kurama was surprised that he was still alive at first sight. Are these the descendants of him and Asura?

But what's with the bloody smell on them?

Is Chakra used in war? That's too sad.

"Ku Lama, what happened after we died?" Indra's tone was so sad that Mingluo and the big fox fell silent.

The big fox shook its fluffy tail, looked at Indra, then looked at Uchiha and Senju, its red eyes revealed a bit of complexity. It turned its head away and didn't want to talk, making everyone feel its sadness.

"Nine Lamas."

"So what if you know? You died a thousand years ago! You are all dead! Everything that happened here has nothing to do with you! Go home with your wife and have a bunch of children to harm me." The big fox turned his head away, shrank in Ming Luo's arms and didn't want to talk anymore.

"A thousand years?" Indra raised his eyebrows in surprise. It has come to a thousand years later?

He looked carefully at Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara again. If they were both dead, why would the chakra be attached to their younger generations?

Is it the reincarnation of Chakra?

What kind of obsession is it?

What is the purpose?

Ming Luo hugged the autistic big fox with one hand, and stepped forward to hold Indra's hand. "These few days... I have learned what a ninja is."

They are people who live in groups and survive in groups. They have their own chakras, their own famous techniques, outstanding combat capabilities, and make a living by being employed by nobles.

Completing various tasks is a basic daily routine, including escort, investigation, stealing intelligence, assassination, bandit suppression, and even...war.

"Using chakra to kill?" Indra's Sharingan widened slightly, shock written on his face. "All... are like this?"

"If there is a first one, there will be a second one." Ming Luo nodded gently and stuffed the fox into his arms. "It's not the fault of the technique. Power is innocent. It depends on the person who uses it."

Izuna and Hashirama over there didn't fight either. It was a strange feeling to be stared at by someone who looked like an ancestor. They were also shocked by his values. Aren't jutsu... used to kill people?

But there was really no smell of blood on him. Didn’t people in the past… rely on magic to kill people?

Madara and Hashirama fell into deep thought. This man had indeed done something that destroyed their worldview. He used chakra to build reservoirs, roads, and dams, and was even loved by the villagers. This was completely different from the ninjas who would retreat in fear when they were seen by civilians.

[Use Chakra peacefully? ]

The summer breeze gently blew through the wet forest, bringing with it the smell of the woods, which quickly corrupted Indra's heart. When he developed the hand seal, he thought that this power might be used in war. But when such a future came into reality, he still couldn't accept it.

"It's not their fault. They have lived like this for generations. Indra... the cause of this has been planted thousands of years ago." Mingluo knew that he was a heavy-hearted person and was prone to taking the blame, so she wanted to have a good talk with him. "Do you remember what I told you when we first went out to repair the reservoir?"

Indra thought back to the past and remembered her worries. It seemed that they felt that the Ninja Clan was above the royal power and were worried that too many nobles would be offended and retaliate against the Ninja Clan. "Is this their revenge?"

"Rather than being a revenge of the nobles, it's more like... they're afraid of being overwhelmed by power, and thus putting that power in shackles." Ming Luo smiled at him soothingly and continued to elaborate.

The Shinobi clan relies on their strength to be above the Daimyo, and how can they be willing to be supervised by you? This is a provocation to their rights, and it is a sword hanging around their necks.

"What does the Ninja clan rely on for a living?"

"Agriculture, industry, and commerce." Indra answered without hesitation, his eyes slightly moving as he looked at the four people over there. "Don't they do any of these?"

"How can they have time? They are only a few years old and they have to learn to extract chakra and learn to fight. This is a matter of life and death, how can we waste time on unnecessary things." Ming Luo smiled and said yin and yang. Ninjas will focus on training themselves and make a living completely on missions. "Even if there are some who open shops, most of them are people without talent, or for intelligence, right? The focus is not on making money."

The Warring States Four: "..."

That's right.

So, our ancestors knew how to farm themselves?

"The nobles hold the ninja's survival in their hands, thus controlling this power and making them tools of war."

Without the ability to be self-sufficient, the ninja clan can only constantly accept missions in order to survive. However, completing missions requires strength, so they focus more on training and have no time to do other things.

This is a vicious cycle.

"Fighting each other will naturally lead to bloodshed and the death of many, many people can also curb the number of ninjas. It is even more impossible for the ninja clans that kill each other to unite. In this way... no one can shake the ruling position of the nobles. And the only ninja clan left is... Tatakai."

The four members of the Warring States Group felt that the woman's words hit the nail on the head and clearly pointed out the pain points of the ninja clan. But isn't it wrong to live like this? They have always lived like this.

Become stronger → do tasks → get rewarded.

Indra, who was catching the fox, still didn't understand why it turned out like this. "If the nobles have bad intentions, there is no need to associate with them. Most of them are commoners, and the magic... can do more things."

Even if you don't farm, you can help nearby villagers in exchange for food.

"Ninjutsu can kill people, who dares to get close? How would the villagers know... that this ninja master came here to burn down the village under the orders of some big shot?" Ming Luo asked back with her head tilted. This is a chain reaction.

[Is he isolated?] Indra's blood pressure soared. He covered his eyes with his right hand, took a few deep breaths, and uttered only two words: "Stupid."

Madara & Izuna: ...

Hashirama & Tobirama: ...