A veteran of the ninja world: surviving from the Six Paths of Heroes to Boruto

Before long, a boy's clear and urgent shouts rang out from outside the bamboo grove, filled with his usual elation: "Grandmaster! Grandmaster! I'm here!"

Indra lifted his robe and strode into the bamboo forest. In the past, Wanci would always wait by the boulder early, but today, looking around, he could not see that familiar figure.

The sound of bamboo leaves seemed to fade away, becoming eerily quiet. Even the chirping of insects had vanished without a trace, and a strange chill crept up my spine.

"Huh? Where's the founder?"

Indra frowned slightly, unconsciously slowing his pace and taking two steps forward.

The next second, Indra's pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand, stopping abruptly for half a beat.

On the open ground beside the boulder

Wanci lay there limply, covered in blood, his clothes soaked in blood, the red so vivid it was almost blinding, and he was completely lifeless.

"Grandmaster...Grandmaster!?"

Indra's voice trembled violently, his legs felt as heavy as lead, and he crouched down shakily, reaching out to check Wanhui's breath. His fingertips touched only ice-cold air, devoid of any warmth.

"Ah!? The founder is dead!"

"Our patriarch is dead..."

Indra staggered back two steps, his eyes filled with disbelief, his mind blank, as if the whole world had collapsed.

That gentle, kind, and compassionate patriarch who guided his cultivation and treated him so well—he's gone just like that?

Overwhelmed by immense grief, Indra lunged forward and embraced Manji's cold body tightly. Tears streamed down his face like broken beads, landing on Manji's clothes and leaving a small wet patch.

"Grandmaster! Grandmaster! How could you die? Don't leave me behind..."

He cried his heart out, his voice choked with sobs.

It's worse than losing my father.

Indra held Mantsai's arms tighter and tighter, the usually calm and composed boy now weeping uncontrollably.

In the midst of this extreme grief, a violent power suddenly surged from the depths of Indra's eyes, churning and breaking free of its shackles.

"stare--"

With a soft sound, the scarlet eyes suddenly opened, and three jet-black tomoe slowly rotated in the depths of the eyes, eerie and cold!

The three-tomoe Sharingan is now awakened!

Indra suddenly looked up, his scarlet eyes surging with boundless anger and hatred, and his chakra became violent!

"Grandmaster! I will avenge you! Whoever harmed you, I will make them pay with their blood!"

Indra clenched his fists and roared through gritted teeth.

Just then, a clear voice rang out out of nowhere, particularly abrupt in the silent bamboo forest:

"Resurrect the ancestor by deducting one."

Indra's pupils dilated violently, almost thinking he was hallucinating from excessive grief. He looked around frantically and shouted, "One! One! One! I'll press one! Bring the patriarch back to life!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a gentle laugh rang out from behind him.

Indra turned around abruptly and saw Wanci standing there with a smile on his face, his clothes neat and clean, without a trace of blood or any sign of impending death.

"Grandmaster...Grandmaster!"

Indra was both surprised and delighted. Tears were still on his face, but he instantly burst into laughter!

Indra almost lunged forward, grabbing Mantsu's waist tightly and burying his face in the other's clothes, his voice nasal from crying.

"Thank goodness! You're alright! That voice was real! You've really come back to life!"

Feeling the boy's trembling body and hot tears in my arms

Manji smiled helplessly and gently patted his back: "It's stronger than I expected. It actually activated the three-tomoe jade directly."

He extended his fingertip and gently touched Indra's forehead.

Indra paused slightly, raised his head, his eyes still wet with tears, and asked in confusion, "Grandmaster, what do you mean?"

Wan Ci smiled slightly, raised his hand to form a hand seal, and Sage Chakra surged, instantly condensing into a clear water mirror in mid-air.

The image of Indra was clearly reflected in the water mirror, especially his eyes—a scarlet background with three tomoe slowly rotating, eerie and powerful.

"This is……"

Indra's eyes widened, and he blinked unconsciously before realizing that his vision had become completely different. Everything around him was several times clearer, and he could even see the patterns on the bamboo leaves and the movement of the wind. His perception had increased dramatically.

Seeing his shocked expression, Wanci slowly spoke.

He explained the origin and power of the Sharingan, and also pointed out that what had just happened was nothing more than an illusion he had created.

Upon hearing this, Indra's cheeks flushed crimson with shame and embarrassment. He quickly wiped away his tears and lowered his head angrily.

"Grandmaster, please don't do this again. I'd rather not have this power than see you get hurt."

Wanci looked at his reddened earlobes, then reached out a fingertip and gently tapped his forehead, a gentle smile in his eyes: "But wasn't the reason you were able to meet the Grandmaster precisely for the sake of power?"

Upon hearing this, Indra was stunned.

Yes, I sought power, which is why I found the patriarch.

But if the founder dies, even though one gains power, one's heart will be filled with such grief.

"Therefore, on the path of growth and gaining power, you will always lose something..."

Wanci gently opened his mouth and smiled.

Indra seemed to understand, but not quite. He looked at his hand again and again, somewhat bewildered.

"How is your father's health lately?"

Wan asked slowly.

Indra replied, "Master, my father is getting older and older."

Wanci sighed inwardly, realizing that the little child of yesteryear had now become a frail old man.

Soon, Wanci will witness the passing of another old friend...

"Indra, don't come here again. Your master will not come again."

Wan Ci said slowly.

"Why, Master? Is it because I did something wrong?"

Indra asked, puzzled

Wan chuckled lightly, "You're very talented. There's nothing more I can teach you."

He had already given the teachings of India to Indra.

There's no need to teach the rest.

The reason why Manji taught Indra was simply to cultivate the next Feathered Robe, so as to connect the human world.

Upon hearing this, Indra immediately bowed.

"I am deeply grateful for the teachings of my patriarch. I will never forget them. If I ever gain control of the Ninja Sect, I will honor my patriarch even more!"

Indra guarantees the way.

Wanci raised an eyebrow. How could this kid be so sure that he could become the leader of the Ninja Clan?

"Oh, Indra, you are very confident in becoming the leader of the Ninja Clan," Manji said slowly.

Indra smiled confidently: "Of course, it's all thanks to the patriarch's hand seal method. I'm the one who taught everyone how to form hand seals, and I'm highly regarded by everyone!"

"Another thing is that the father will only pass on his inheritance to his bloodline."

"Ashura is too naive. Only I can ensure the continuation and development of the Ninja Sect!"

"Therefore, the old man will definitely give me his successor!"

Indra said confidently.

He knew that he now held a very high position in the Ninja Clan. His father had only taught them the spirit, but he had given them real power!

In his own eyes, Ashura was too naive and could not possibly take charge of the Ninja Clan.