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

"Hmph! Blind fool! You'll regret it!"

Indra's face was frosty. He snorted angrily and left in a huff.

A gust of wind swept across the ground, and without the slightest hesitation, he strode out of the palace gate, his proud and resolute figure disappearing behind the pillars in an instant.

In the main hall

Hagoromo Otsutsuki slowly furrowed his brow.

His thin, bony fingers tapped lightly on the table, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes... followed by unwavering certainty.

"It seems I made the right choice..."

Yu Yi murmured to herself.

Unexpectedly, the eldest son would be so obsessive, but it was precisely this moment of violence that made Yu Yi completely certain that her choice was correct.

Indra was exceptionally gifted, using his power to create the Ninja Sect's techniques and unite his people, yet his heart was filled only with power and conquest, devoid of any sense of restraint or compassion.

If the Ninja Sect is handed over to him, this sacred land that embodies the original aspiration of peace will sooner or later be forged into a war weapon that can sweep across the world, plunging the world back into the flames of war.

One thought is settled.

Yu Yi raised her eyes and her gaze fell on Ashura, who had a sturdy build and gentle features.

"Ashura, from this day forward, you are the rightful heir to the Ninja Sect!"

Yu Yi's calm and authoritative voice resounded throughout the hall.

The thunderous announcement fell, and all eyes in the hall turned to Asura, some with anticipation, some with trepidation, and some with confusion.

Ashura was suddenly startled, his gentle eyes filled with astonishment, followed by an overwhelming sense of complexity.

He had followed his elder brother since childhood, and only wanted to protect the Ninja Sect and assist his father. After his brother took the throne, he assisted him and never had any thought of vying for power. Now that he was pushed to the front, he felt helpless and his fingertips curled slightly.

"well....."

Yu Yi took in his hesitation and sighed softly in her heart.

Indecisiveness—this personality trait is exactly like my younger self.

Years ago, his mother Kaguya ravaged the world, but he still harbored filial piety towards her and turned a blind eye to her atrocities.

Only after Yuzhi died tragically at his mother's hands did all tenderness and hesitation vanish, and he finally killed his own mother with his own hands.

Yu Yi composed herself, her voice suddenly becoming heavy, each word striking Ashura's heart like a hammer blow: "Ashura, you bear the great responsibility of the survival of the Ninja Sect, you must not hesitate any longer!"

Being soft-hearted and hesitant will only harm all the clansmen who trust you and destroy the foundation of the Ninja Sect!

Ashura was startled by what he heard. He looked up and saw his father's solemn face, then glanced at the expectant eyes of his clansmen. His chaotic thoughts suddenly calmed down.

Ashura took a deep breath and nodded heavily.

"Father, I understand. I will never let everyone down, and I will never allow the Ninja Sect to go astray!"

Ashura's eyes finally hardened with determination.

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The night was as dark as ink, splashing across the mountains, and a cold wind swept through the desolate valleys, carrying withered branches.

Inside a hidden cave

It was dark and gloomy, with only a crude candle burning faintly beside the cave wall.

Indra slumped onto the stone seat in the center of the cave, his scarlet Sharingan eyes, adorned with three tomoe, staring intently ahead.

"Why!? Why!?"

Indra suddenly raised his head and roared, his voice filled with resentment and anger, causing the rocks on the cave ceiling to fall in a rustling sound.

He is the eldest son of the Otsutsuki clan, a born prodigy, and the creator of the Ninja Clan's techniques. He single-handedly led the Ninja Clan to prosperity!

He poured his heart and soul into building a powerful Ninja Clan, only to be discarded by his father, who instead passed the position of clan leader to Ashura, who was all talk and no action!

He never admits he lost, not even a fraction of a second!

He never lost because of his strength, talent, or his contributions to the Ninja Clan; he lost only because of his father's extremely selfish desires!

It was this so-called father, Hagoromo Otsutsuki, who favored Ashura and thus destroyed all of Ashura's efforts!

That's not his own father!

It's just his biological father.

Indra rested one hand on his forehead, veins bulging on his temples. The candlelight flickered on his ferocious face, making his Sharingan appear even more scarlet and terrifying.

Outside the cave, the night was deep and all was silent, except for his heavy breathing, which echoed repeatedly in the cave.

That night, he sat on the stone seat, tossing and turning, pondering for a long time, his life's dedication and perseverance surging up again and again.

He improved chakra and spread hand seals, enabling the Ninja Clan to gain a foothold and become a force to be reckoned with. All his efforts only resulted in this outcome.

He was so unwilling to accept it!

"I, Indra... what should I do...?"

Indra muttered to himself, his voice hollow and filled with despair.

Slowly, he raised his trembling hand, his fingertips gently tracing across his burning pupils, touching the three-tomoe Sharingan that represented supreme power.

The instant when icy fingertips collide with burning pupils!

An extreme sense of violence and killing intent suddenly exploded from the bottom of his heart, sweeping away all his resentment and pain!

What should I do?

The only option is to kill!

Only kill!

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Only by using absolute power can we reclaim everything that rightfully belongs to us!

Indra suddenly stood up, his chakra erupting like a tsunami, the violent energy sweeping through the cave and instantly extinguishing the candlelight.

A surge of purplish-blue chakra erupted from his body, condensing layer upon layer into a massive Susanoo skeleton. Armor, arms, and a giant blade materialized in a thunderous roar, and a terrifying pressure swept through the valley, causing the earth to tremble.

The colossal Susanoo stood in the night, like a demon god descending to earth. Indra stood between its brows, its crimson eyes sweeping towards the distant Ninja Sect's main hall. Its voice was cold and resolute, echoing through the night sky:

"If that's the case, then I'll seize power by force!!!"

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Meanwhile, deep within the Ninja Clan's meditation room...

This place, where Yu Yi usually secluded herself for cultivation, had now become a secret meeting place for the father and son.

Yu Yi dismissed all the servants, leaving only him and Ashura in the large, quiet room.

Yu Yi looked up at Ashura, who still looked somewhat apprehensive.

"Asura, I will transfer all my chakra and sage power to you. Only in this way can you have the power to contend with Indra."

The pale purple ripples of Hagoromo Rinnegan flowed slowly as he spoke earnestly.

"Father!"

Ashura suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with astonishment. He was about to speak when Yu Yi raised her hand to stop him.

"Indra has long been ensnared by obsession and resentment, falling into the demonic path. His threat to the Ninja Sect is imminent."

Yu Yi's voice was weary.

"My lifespan is coming to an end. If, after I pass away, Indra brazenly attacks the Ninja Sect, you must remember that if you cannot resolve the situation, you must contact Mount Myōboku immediately and find our ancestor, the Sage of Six Paths. Only his intervention can completely quell Indra's chaos."

Upon hearing this, Ashura's eyes instantly became incredibly complex, his Adam's apple bobbed, but he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

I never imagined that my own siblings would come to the point of fighting each other to the death, and I never imagined that my father would place such a heavy responsibility on my shoulders.

In the instant before he came to his senses