Traveling with Indra

Indra was wearing a loose apron and cutting vegetables skillfully, the knife hitting the chopping board with a rhythmic sound. The hot oil in the pot was sizzling, and he was staring at the boiling meatballs.

Mingluo divided the killed fish into parts, used the belly and head to make soup, and made the fish meat into fish balls. The sounds of stirring mixed with the tune she was humming, interweaving together.

"Mingluo, the meatballs are ready." Indra picked up a plate of meatballs with a strainer and placed it on the chopping board. Then he fried lotus boxes, mushrooms, small fish, and angelica root.

"Ok."

Mingluo responded and continued with the next step with the fresh minced fish. She formed a nest with her hands and stuffed the small meatball into it, wrapping and squeezing it, and then scraping it with a small spoon, a plump white fish ball fell into the warm water.

They are like crystal pearls, each one emitting light, and they are particularly cute floating in the pot.

Indra cooked braised chicken and pork ribs stewed with potatoes, and packed the fried food into boxes. I only left some for lunch and didn't cook in the evening.

Mingluo also took two buckets of fish balls and looked at the pickled fish head in the pot. Before serving, she added green and red pepper shreds and Sichuan peppercorns, and simmered them in hot oil, which gave off an alluring aroma.

The big fox smelled the tempting fragrance and his saliva began to flow.

Looks delicious.

Indra heard the ticking sound, took the fox's food bowl and scooped out a big fish head. "Eat it."

"Woo woo woo~" The big fox buried its head and started chewing. It was sour, spicy and hot, and tasted so good.

"The fish caught by Jiu Lama are so delicious." Ming Luo quietly joked with the fox. It was very easy to be proud, which was very funny.

"Need I say more?" The big fox licked his lips, spit out the fish bone and continued to suck the delicious taste.

The two sat down to eat, and tacitly looked at the big fox licking the sour soup, with smiles in their eyes. But when they thought about the relationship they had just confirmed, they shyly looked away.

Indra put the three lotus boxes that were specially fried to make them crispier into Mingluo's bowl. She liked the crispy sound and the crispy feeling the most.

"When are we going back? It feels a bit dangerous here, I'm scared." Ming Luo spoke softly, as if she was a person with a particularly gentle and weak personality.

The corner of Indra's eye twitched under his bangs, knowing that Mingluo was setting a trap. He thought: The way you said you were scared made me panic.

"Wait a little longer, let's go find another tailed beast to borrow chakra from."

Looking for another tailed beast?

Borrow chakra? Mine isn't enough?

The fox's violent chakra leaked out, and it bared its fangs in protest. It was digging the ground with its claws in frustration. How could its chakra not be enough?

"Are you going to look for that stupid cat Youlu? Is he as good as me?"

Indra, who didn't know where he was, was speechless, and then gave the fox a spoonful of ribs. "Eat."

Jiu Lama: Tsk!

Hiding in the dark, Hashirama smiled and winked at Madara. "Madara, your ancestors also liked cats."

Izuna cut off a bunch of black hair with one knife, and her Sharingan stared at the Senju who was trying to talk to her brother.

(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻Go away, you stinky wood!

"Shut up!" Ban snorted. They were waiting because they didn't want to eat for free.

Hashirama glanced at Tobirama anxiously. His brother seemed particularly cold today. [You won't help me?]

Tobirama: ╭(╯^╰)╮You deserve it.

Madara came out from behind the woods, followed by his brother. Mingluo was already making tea, presumably ready to entertain the guests. But everyone couldn't help but look at Indra, who was wearing an apron and washing pots and dishes, and felt that something was wrong.

They greeted each other politely, and the four of them sat down. The steaming tea on the table exuded a rich floral and fruity aroma.

"Excuse me, then... let me ask you straight to the point. How can we resolve... hatred?" Hashiraka took his teacup and asked sincerely.

"Blood feud?" Ming Luo put down the teapot and her eyes fell on the face of a young man who looked like Asura, but was the Plath version.

[If Ashura had long hair, would it be like this? ]

"Yes."

"It's almost impossible to truly let go from the bottom of your heart."

Madara and Hashirama's faces changed slightly. Even though they had known it for a long time, hearing it said so clearly still made people feel despair.

"I once passed by an island where there was a tribe of fishmen. They were good at swimming and very strong." Ming Luo told the story of Tiger, the hero who liberated Fishman Island. According to the brain circuits of the Warring States Period, such a tragic hero could resonate with them.

The fishmen were discriminated against by humans because of their strange appearance, and were sold, captured, and used as slaves. Is there more than just a blood feud between the two races?

Tiger was severely traumatized by being a slave, and he hated humans even more. But when he later went to liberate the slaves, he did not discriminate against other human slaves and released them all.

But he was not only a fugitive slave, he also committed the crime of rebellion and was hunted down by the nobles. He lost too much blood and was seriously injured. The only way to survive was to transfuse blood of the same blood type, but... the blood in the infirmary was human, and he could not tolerate human blood entering his body.

He died with hatred for humanity.

Tobirama: The same blood?

"Don't tell the child anything." Ming Luo uttered the last words. This is the truth that the liberation hero who tried to struggle against the hatred between the two races learned in his lifetime.

The four of them shuddered and felt goosebumps all over their bodies. Tiger hated humans and could not forgive them, but he had been restraining himself and finally said these words.

Won't it spread hatred to the next generation?

The four people thought carefully about their hatred for the Uchiha (Senju), which was inherited from their parents and relatives. The blood debt and hatred were passed on in them, and the blood continued to flow and the fighting continued. As long as it was passed on in this way, the hatred would continue from generation to generation with the bloodline.

Hashirama took a deep breath and bowed to thank Mingluo. "Thank you very much for sharing your story."

Ban picked up the teacup and took a sip. This could give them inspiration, but: "It's difficult."

"Is it harder than sending a five-year-old to war?"

spot:……

"Are you short of money? The Uchiha and Senju are big clans after all, can't you raise a child until he is ten years old?"

Izuna:……

“Can’t you see the problems with the internal system?”

Tobirama:......

"Understand, but too lazy to change it, right?"

"…I'm holding it in." Hashirama covered his face in shame. He had been the clan leader for several months, but he hadn't been able to make any changes.

Ming Luo put down the tea bowl and sneered coldly: "Your family is a mess, with a lot of problems, and you have the nerve to talk about world change?"

"..." The Warring States Quartet was speechless. They had just come to power and hadn't even sorted out their own affairs.

"As for more specific knowledge and explanations, I can also answer your questions." At this point, Ming Luo quickly put on a smile and stretched out her white and tender palm. "Give me money, I never work for free. The previous ones were free, am I a particularly nice person?"

The four of them turned to look at Indra who was walking over with a fruit platter, and the three words "take care of her" were written all over their eyes.

Indra sat down next to Mingluo and spoke seriously. "Knowledge is expensive."

Madara & Izuna: ...

Hashirama & Tobirama: ...