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

"Sorry, brother, I was delayed on the way, I'm late."

Ashura scratched his head, still maintaining his kind demeanor.

"It's alright."

Indra smiled gently.

In his view, his younger brother was weak-willed and far less capable than himself. His late return, accompanied by a group of ordinary people, indicated that he was unable to complete the task alone and could only ask the nearby villagers for help as a pretext.

If it were him, he could sweep away all obstacles with his own strength, without having to drag others along like this.

Even though I think my younger brother is incompetent...

Ashura was ultimately his only blood relative, and deep down, he still regarded him as his family.

Thinking that he would inherit the Ninja Clan in the future, he would definitely guide his younger brother onto the "right" path and protect him.

Indra glanced indifferently at the group of mortals behind Asura, whose faces showed fear yet were full of trust, and said nothing more.

By the window of the main hall, Hagoromo Otsutsuki stood quietly, taking in everything below.

Looking at Ashura, surrounded by mortals and with gentle eyes and brows, the corners of his aged mouth slightly curved up, revealing a smile of relief.

This child possesses the same demeanor he had when he traveled the world and enlightened people. He knows how to connect with others, has great love and tolerance in his heart, and knows how to treat all living beings with a gentle heart.

His intention in setting up the test was not to judge the strength of power.

The leader of the Ninja Clan needs not a domineering and powerful figure, but rather a kind, inclusive, and compassionate mindset that cares for all living beings.

Indra's power was unparalleled throughout history, yet he was arrogant and aloof, believing in the supremacy of power and lacking understanding of connection and benevolence. He was by no means the best candidate to lead the Ninja School and pass on its ideals.

As for Ashura's weakness in power, as the founder of the Ninja Sect, he had a way to forcibly infuse his own power into him, raising his cultivation to a level comparable to Indra's.

To put it bluntly, it's like giving someone a cheat code, forcibly instilling "cultivation" into them.

Not long after, Sarutobi, acting on Hagoromo's orders, summoned all the core disciples of the Ninja Clan to the Ninja Clan's main hall.

The main hall was solemn and quiet. The bluestone floor was as smooth as a mirror. The Ninja Sect disciples kneeling on both sides held their breath and dared not make a sound.

Hagoromo Otsutsuki sat upright in the highest seat, his chakra as steady as an abyss, his gaze slowly sweeping across the area below.

Indra and Asura knelt side by side at the very front of the hall.

Indra stood tall with a calm expression, still confident that the position of heir belonged to him.

Ashura sat with his eyes lowered, his unease growing stronger.

Ashura wasn't afraid of not becoming the heir, but rather worried about his father choosing him...

All eyes were focused on Yu Yi, awaiting the final decision.

Yu Yi slowly raised her eyes, her voice steady and dignified, resounding throughout the entire hall: "Today, I will announce the successor of the Ninja Sect."

As soon as the words were spoken, the atmosphere in the hall instantly became extremely tense, so tense that you could hear a pin drop.

Indra slightly raised his eyes, a determined glint in them, waiting for his father to call out his name.

But the next second, Yu Yi's voice fell clearly, without the slightest hesitation:

"The successor of the Ninja Sect, Ashura."

A single sentence sealed the deal.

Ashura suddenly looked up!

His eyes were wide open, his face filled with shock and disbelief, his lips slightly parted, unable to speak for a moment, completely unexpected that such an honor would fall upon him.

Meanwhile, Indra's calm and confident expression froze instantly. His dark pupils contracted sharply, and his face changed from calm to astonishment, and then to utter disbelief!

The chakra around his body uncontrollably surged with a sharp fluctuation!

He froze on the spot, as if he couldn't believe the answer he had heard.

Upon hearing this, not only these two people...

All the Ninja Clan disciples were shocked!

They acknowledged that Indra was fierce, but Indra was indeed powerful and domineering, a true leader among leaders.

Although Ashuras are gentle and they prefer to associate with them, in the eyes of the Ninja Sect, Indra might be a better fit.

"Why!?"

"I don't have my brother's talent, why did you choose me!?"

Ashura hurriedly stood up, his voice urgent and almost pleading: "Father! You can't do this! I'm not fit for this at all!"

Asura's panic and retreat, in the eyes of Indra beside him, were nothing but utter hypocrisy and mockery.

Indra stood still, his black robes motionless, his handsome face as cold as if covered with a layer of ice.

"Why not let me take the position? Please tell me your reasons."

Indra slowly looked at the man in the main seat, his tone filled with surging resentment and unwillingness.

He spoke slowly and deliberately.

He was a genius that the Ninja Clan had only seen once in a thousand years. He was born with the Sharingan and controlled the strongest power. The position of successor of the Ninja Clan should have been his, and there was no possibility that it would fall into the hands of others.

Yu Yi looked at the two sons before her, a sigh flashing across her aged eyes.

"I just received information that the border village you were responsible for guarding has been destroyed."

Yu Yi sighed softly.

The moment those words were spoken, the entire hall was astonished!

Everyone looked up in horror, and a murmur of whispers immediately broke out.

Sarutobi, who was standing at the front, suddenly looked grim.

The monkey stepped forward, his gaze towards Indra filled with suspicion: "Was it you who forcibly eradicated the remnants of the divine tree, forcing the villagers into submission, thus bringing about this annihilation?"

Do I look that stupid?

Indra suddenly turned his head, his icy gaze piercing Sarutobi like a sharp blade.

Before he could finish speaking, his crimson Sharingan suddenly opened, the tomoe slowly rotating in his eyes, and a chilling pressure swept out instantly, locking onto Sarutobi.

"you....."

Sarutobi felt his hair stand on end and a chill run down his spine. Being stared at by those all-seeing Sharingan eyes that exuded terrifying pressure made even breathing difficult.

But he still gritted his teeth, straightened his back, and resisted the oppressive force with all his might.

He was the person personally brought back to the Ninja Clan by the Sage of Six Paths ten thousand times, and whose name was bestowed upon him by Hagoromo. In terms of background, that legendary patriarch was his greatest backer, and he would never lie to Indra.

Yu Yi took in the whole scene, her brows furrowing slightly, her disappointment growing stronger.

With just a question, Indra immediately used his Sharingan to exert pressure.

This kind of behavior, which worships authority and often uses force to coerce others, is so similar to that of Kaguya, the mother who unified the world but was tyrannical and cruel!

Kaguya, back then, used the supreme power of her Byakugan to suppress all resistance in the world, seize absolute power, and ultimately headed towards fanaticism and destruction.

At this moment, Indra's words, demeanor, and even the way he used his power already showed three parts of Kaguya's violent aura!

"There's no need to get angry."

Yu Yi spoke calmly, suppressing the oppressive atmosphere in the hall, and slowly revealed the truth.

"According to my intelligence, after you left, the villagers fought each other for control of the water source, resulting in mutual destruction and the village's demise."

"What?!"

Indra was startled, a thin layer of blood seeping from his clenched teeth, and a hint of surprise flashed in his sharp eyes.

Happiness that comes too easily will never last.

"You are too eager for quick success and instant benefits. You only know how to use force to solve problems quickly, but you have never thought about cultivating the bond and feelings between the people."

Asura, on the other hand, shared the villagers' joys and sorrows, personally teaching them how to survive. He won their hearts with sincerity, and the happiness built in this way wouldn't easily crumble.

(Sounds naive, right? But that's exactly what Hagoromo said in the anime TV series, which doesn't seem like someone with absolute power.)

Yu Yi's voice was calm.

This explanation not only failed to convince Indra, but also made his face grow even more gloomy, and his violent aura almost overflowed!

"That's because Asura is cowardly, needing to cling to these useless emotions! Besides, what does the destruction of a remote village prove? It's just a trivial matter!"

Indra roared in a deep voice.

Seeing that Indra remained obstinate, Hagoromo slowly turned his head and looked at all the members of the Ninja Clan in the hall.

In that case, let's hold a referendum!

"So, everyone here, would you rather follow Asura or Indra?"

Yu Yi asked slowly.

Indra also turned his head sharply, his scarlet Sharingan sweeping over everyone, his gaze filled with imposing expectation and pressure!

He refused to believe that, having bestowed power upon them and taught them to control chakra, these people would betray him and choose the worthless Asura!

"I prefer Asura!"

Sarutobi blurted it out almost without thinking, his voice ringing out.

The people in the hall remained silent for a moment...

They all had to admit that Asura was gentle and sincere, always willing to share hardships with everyone, and his affability far surpassed that of the aloof and cold Indra. However, due to Indra's power, no one dared to speak up easily.

This silence was, in Indra's eyes, blatant betrayal!

"I gave you strength! I bestowed upon you the means to survive! You should choose me! Without me, you would still be nothing more than ants, vulnerable to being bullied!"

Indra completely snapped his sanity, his crimson Sharingan spun violently, and his face was contorted with rage, revealing his ferocity.

The crowd was so frightened by his fierce appearance that they retreated one after another, their faces filled with fear, and no one dared to look him in the eye again.

Yu Yi sighed softly, her voice full of regret: "Child, you've become attached to appearances..."

"Power is never the foundation of rule; bonds are."

Ashura looked at his brother, who seemed to have gone mad, his eyes filled with worry and helplessness. He opened his mouth, but his voice was so soft it was almost inaudible: "Brother..."

Indra's face was as cold as frost, his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and a cold glint of chakra seemed to seep out from between his fingers.

suddenly!

Indra suddenly looked up, peering past the crowd, and stared intently at the ancient portrait hanging in the center of the hall.

—That is a portrait of Manjiro, the legendary founder of the Ninja Sect.

At that moment, the portrait became his last lifeline!

"You mediocre people! You presumptuously decide the successor based solely on your own selfish desires. Do you dare to ask the patriarch to manifest his divine power and let the patriarch personally decide the successor of the Ninja Sect!?"

Indra roared angrily, his voice filled with a desperate madness.

He was certain that with his talent and his bond with the founder, as long as the founder appeared, he would definitely overcome all objections and designate him as the successor!

At this point, Indra also wanted to use connections to gain power.

Upon hearing this, Yu Yi raised an eyebrow, a hint of helplessness and surprise flashing in her eyes.

Indra was truly panicked and acted recklessly...

Even he, the sect leader of the Ninja Sect, rarely gets to see the true face of the founder. Indra naively thought that he could invite the founder whenever he wanted.

Sarutobi, standing to the side, looked extremely uncomfortable, his lips twitching repeatedly.

His grandfather waited at the village entrance for a full hundred years in order to see the patriarch. Indra actually thought that he could summon the patriarch with just a shout.

"Stop fooling around!"

Yu Yi's tone became much sterner

"Great! Great! Hahaha!!!"

Indra clenched his fists and suddenly rushed out of the main hall!

That day, not a single person was willing to follow me...

[PS: It's almost 100,000 words! The progress is too slow. I didn't expect it to take so long. I estimated that 100,000 words would be enough to cover Hashirama and Madara, but I've only covered Indra and Ashura. It will probably take some time before I get to Minato, Obito, Kakashi, and the others. If you want to read those parts, you'll have to wait a while. Keep reading! I still have the stories of Indra and Ashura, as well as the later turbulent era...]