Traveling with Indra

"Indra..." The Sage of Six Paths looked at his young eldest son with complicated eyes. He was once... proud of his child. He had unparalleled talent and loved his younger brother, but... he was too extreme. "I have seen everything here. I have seen your actions. I hope you will not make the same mistake as before. Believe in love and do not be blinded by power."

When Ming Luo heard this, she wanted to beat the old bitch to death. Her hand, which was about to be raised, was covered by a big palm, and the warmth made her anger dissipate a little. She raised her head slightly and saw Indra's gentle eyes, and she lowered her head unconsciously.

[It's my fault. I shouldn't have asked this old bitch to log out. ]

Indra took out the Dorayaki he had just bought from his arms and stuffed it into her hands. Suddenly, I remembered the scene when Mingluo first visited her father. At that time, I felt that she spoke strangely. It turned out that she was being sarcastic.

【At that time, I didn’t even understand yin and yang. 】

Liu Dao was used to his eldest son's quietness, so he continued to persuade him to be kind. "You were too cruel in treating those people. You directly erased their memories. What will happen to their families?"

He believed that Indra did not kill the assassins only because he wanted to use them to do his work and not for any other purpose.

The Warring States Four chose to watch the show. Wasn't it enough for the assassins to be spared? What a strange worldview. However, it was not right for them to interfere in the affairs between the father and son.

But the fact that the Six Paths Sage was mentally ill had been deeply imprinted in their minds.

Indra raised his calm eyes and looked at the floating soul, as if he was looking at a stranger.

It was the first time that Indra looked at him like this. Liu Dao was stunned. He seemed to be stuck in his heart and didn't know how to speak. Seeing his son pulling the little girl to sit down, pouring tea for her with a gentle look, showing the tenderness that only family members can show, Liu Dao felt uncomfortable.

Indra calmed Mingluo down before speaking calmly, "You worry too much. Although both father and you are worried about heirs, you have too many heirs. Father, on the other hand, is worried about having no heirs."

Mingluo took a bite of the red bean bun and almost jumped up to cheer: Wow~ I know how to talk, so say more.

The four-member group of melon eaters: ???

"What do you mean?" The Six Paths Sage was confused. What do you mean there is no heir?

"Ashura and I couldn't stand our father's weird remarks, so we left the Ninja Clan."

Hashirama: Running away from home?

Tobirama: It's really hard to have a father with such a hole in his brain.

Madara: Is your brother coming too?

Izuna: It should be.

"Asura had it harder. He endured for a year longer than I did before he couldn't stand it anymore and ran away." It's not that Indra didn't feel heartbroken, but he was simply too lazy to do so in the past.

My father cares most about my younger brother.

Look how sharp he can be.

The soul of the Six Paths Sage was somewhat shaken. He didn't know how things could turn out like this. Ashura was such a well-behaved and obedient child, kind and considerate. How could he run away from home with Indra?

Asura ran away from home?

He couldn't stand his father and ran away from home?

The reality that his eldest son ran away from home shocked Liu Dao so much that he disappeared without even having time to say goodbye.

The Four Melon Eaters: Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!

Indra watched Liu Dao leave and gently touched Ming Luo's head. "He can't hurt me anymore."

Mingluo nibbled on the Dorayaki in small bites, nodding her head obediently, her pair of sparkling black eyes seemed to be able to speak. She stared at Indra with a smile in her eyes.

Indra's forehead was covered with cold sweat. The more well-behaved she was, the more she wanted to do mischief. "What do you want to play?"

"If it's not the Sharingan, would your eye color be black or brown?" Ming Luo looked at him with great anticipation. What would that look like?

Indra was slightly stunned. He had never considered this question. "But I was born this way."

"No way?" Izuna widened her eyes in surprise. The Sharingan consumes a lot of chakra. If it is used non-stop all day long, the consumption throughout the year is terrifying.

Madara's eyebrows also jumped. Was he born with three magatama? In other words... he opened Susanoo with three magatama. However, this was a chakra monster comparable to Hashirama, and a pair of Sharingan could really afford it.

"Just cut off the chakra of the eyes, and it will be fine." Izuna looked at the ancestor next door, and his cute appearance while eating Dorayaki, and her heart inexplicably softened.

Our ancestors had a hard life. Their father was a mentally retarded man who worked for nothing for more than ten years and was even forced to run away from home.

Indra closed his eyes for a moment, and then his inky black pupils opened. He saw that the world was a little different. He could no longer observe chakra, but Mingluo's surprised look was clearer.

"Indra, look here~ eggplant~" Mingluo took out a Polaroid camera and asked him to look over here.

Click!

A beautiful photo appeared.

The handsome young man's eyes were as black and bright as black jade, just like the bright stars in the night sky. Ming Luo held up the photo and shook it, smiling brightly and sweetly. "I saw your original eye color before Ashura did."

"This... is there anything to compare to?" Indra glanced at her helplessly.

"What is this?" Izuna looked at Indra's 'portrait' in surprise. It was exactly the same.

"This is a photo, for commemoration. Would you brothers like to have one?"

"Brother~" Izuna agreed immediately. This is so interesting.

Madara glanced at the photo, stood up and went outside. Seeing Mingluo kicking Hashirama and asking him to plant some trees and flowers in the background, he complained in his heart again about what she thought of Wood Release.

But this is good.

If Chakra didn't have to kill, there would be less war in the world, right?

On this sunny day, the stern face was completely different from the smiling brother beside him. They were wearing the same Uchiha clan uniform, and their similar eyebrows and eyes were frozen in that moment.

"Change your pose, and take another one!"

Ming Luo handed two photos to the Uchiha brothers, and seeing that they were all very happy, she asked the Senju brothers if they wanted any. The answer was that they were definitely hungry, and two more photos of the brothers were given to the parties involved.

"How about, let's take a photo together?" Hashirama's eyes rolled. He wanted to take a photo with Madara to prove their friendship.

"I reject."

"I do not want."

Tobirama and Izuna immediately refused. Who would want to take a photo with their mortal enemy?

"Then let me take a photo with Madara." Hashirama knew this would happen, and he looked like he couldn't do anything about his brother.

"..."

"..."

"Brother doesn't want to take a photo with you!" Izuna realized that this bastard had evil intentions, so she went over, hugged her brother's arm, and pulled him away from Senju Hashirama.

"Anijia!" Tobirama's face also turned dark, and his forehead was throbbing.

Hashirama: Why?

Madara: ...It doesn’t really matter.

The fight lasted for more than 40 minutes, during which Izuna and Tobirama had a fight, so they didn't take the photo. Mingluo made an agreement with them that if they had a chance to come over in the future, they would take a photo to commemorate their achievements.

"Okay!" Hashirama felt a surge of pride in his heart. When the time comes, they will establish a Ninjutsu Guild and take a group photo and frame it.

"When the time comes... just come and see." When talking about the moment when his dream comes true, Madara no longer has a stern face.

The Sengoku Four watched the two disappear in a curtain of light, and only seven of the nine tailed beasts remained. The tailed beasts were stunned for a moment, and Shukaku was the first to let out a high-pitched scream.

"The stinky fox ran away!"

"And there's another trip." The cow ghost's eyes were originally small, and at this moment they were open dully.

"It likes Indra." King Mu flicked his tail and spread his hooves helplessly.

"It turns out that I can sneak away!" Shukaku pounded the ground with a sad look on his face. Why didn't he think of it?

Other beasts: “…”

I feel like you want to go too!

I just can't wrap my mind around this.