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

Chapter 49: get out of class dismissed!

In the tranquil bamboo grove, bamboo leaves, blown by the aftershocks of the war, fluttered down, carpeting the ground with a mix of green and yellow hues.

Hagoromo Otsutsuki was dressed in tattered clothes, his chakra was in complete disarray, and he lay sprawled on the fallen leaves, too exhausted to even lift his hand.

Wanci stood before him with his hands behind his back, his clothes spotless, his breathing as steady as if the earth-shattering battle that had just taken place had never happened.

"Hagoromo, do you have anything else to say?"

Wanci lowered his eyes to look at the feather robe on the ground, his tone calm and unwavering, revealing no trace of joy or anger.

Yu Yi's chapped lips parted slightly as she spoke weakly yet resolutely, her voice filled with unresolved confusion: "Teacher, I don't understand..."

"Why are you helping Indra? Who exactly is Indra to you? Did you personally teach him his unique hand seals?"

Yu Yi looked up at Wan Ci, her cloudy eyes filled with confusion and questions.

Wanci did not deny it, but simply nodded slightly, his tone indifferent: "Yes, the reason I helped Indra is because Indra is my disciple."

"Am I not your disciple?"

"I am also your truly devoted disciple! Ashura is your grand-disciple!"

Yu Yi suddenly raised her voice, her tone carrying a hint of stubbornness.

He wasn't really jealous, but he just couldn't understand why, after spending hundreds of years with his master and disciple Wanci and sharing a deep bond, Indra had only followed his master for a little over ten years, yet this unfathomable old man would personally lend him a hand.

Is it really true that only the most mischievous children receive special treatment?

Does crying get you candy?

He wanted to know even more what reason it was that his teacher was willing to fight him.

Upon hearing this, a barely perceptible look of surprise crossed Wan Ci's face.

He had lived for so many years and had taken in countless disciples: Hagoromo, Gamamaru, Fukasaku, Shima, and even the nine tailed beasts... He treated each and every one of them with sincerity. In his heart, all of these disciples were obedient and lovely, and he never showed favoritism to any of them. For a moment, he couldn't say who he favored the most.

There are no treacherous officials, only loyal ones!

Seeing that Wanci remained silent, Yuyi forced herself to speak again and asked the question that was troubling her most:

"Teacher, what will you do next? Are you really going to help Indra seize control of the Ninja Sect? Or...?"

"I will not help Indra seize the Ninja Sect."

Wan interrupted him directly, his tone remaining calm.

"Indra's thinking is too extreme, and his mind is too young. He doesn't understand the true meaning of the Ninja Sect's survival at all. If he were to take over the Ninja Sect, he would only create a terrifying centralized and autocratic rule that would bring chaos to the world."

His actions towards Indra were merely out of consideration for their teacher-student relationship, coupled with self-interest, that he intervened to protect him.

Having lived for thousands of years, his vision had long surpassed the mundane, seeing more deeply than anyone else. He naturally knew that Indra's violent and solitary path was simply not feasible, and he would not allow him to act recklessly.

"So you knew everything, Master..."

Upon hearing this, Yu Yi couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He had been filled with anxiety, thinking that his teacher was going to join forces with Indra in an attempt to rule the world. Now he realized that he had been worrying for nothing.

Wanci gazed at him intently, then slowly spoke, his voice carrying a profound and clear quality honed by the passage of time: "Teacher... I know far more than you imagine..."

The bitterness at the corner of Yu Yi's mouth deepened, and his cloudy eyes were filled with the confusion of half a lifetime. He supported his broken body and asked softly:

"Teacher, what exactly is the truly correct philosophy? Is the Ninja Sect, which I painstakingly founded, really the right one?"

Squatting down 10,000 times

A dying man's words are often good. Since Yu Yi has asked so sincerely, I, as her teacher, will answer her earnestly.

Wanci gently twirled a falling bamboo leaf between his fingertips, his gaze fixed on the depths of the bamboo forest, his voice slow and deep, carrying a clarity that transcends a thousand years:

"Hagoromo, from the very beginning, you mistook 'the only one' for 'the right one'."

There are no absolutely correct ideas in this world, just as heaven and earth are divided into yin and yang, and the sun and moon are divided into day and night. Indra's aloofness and sharpness is the Tao, and Asura's gentleness and inclusiveness is also the Tao.

Your obsession with determining who is right and who is wrong, and your insistence on making the Ninja Sect follow a fixed path, is itself an attachment to appearances.

"You're asking me about the Ninja Sect, right?"

"Your original intention has never been wrong."

You see the world in turmoil, and you use chakra to connect people's hearts and bonds to resolve hatred—this is the truest meaning of Ninjutsu.

It is not a tool for rule, nor a shackle for inheritance, but a bridge connecting different people, different thoughts, and different paths.

Yu Yi's pupils trembled slightly as she listened intently.

"You feel lost because you want everyone to follow the same path, and you want the Ninja Sect to become a perfect, flawless set of rules."

But there are countless living beings in the world. Some, like Indra, protect others with their power, while others, like Asuras, coexist with them through compassion. No one is obligated to replicate anyone else's way of life.

"Who can guarantee that everything will be the same?"

"The truly correct concept is never a single answer, but rather 'inclusivity'."

The true essence of Ninjutsu is not about choosing a perfect successor, but about ensuring that everyone on the path of the ninja can uphold their original aspirations, not bully the weak, not betray their bonds, and not turn power into a weapon, but rather use it as a shield for protection.

Ten thousand times he released his grip, and the bamboo leaves drifted away in the wind, landing in the palm of the feathered robe:

"You founded the Ninja Clan to stop wars, not to set rules; to unite hearts, not to rule."

If we hold fast to this original aspiration, the Ninja Sect will always be right.

As for whether an idea is right or wrong, leave it to time and to all living beings; you don't need to obsess over it alone.

In short, future generations will have their own blessings; let us trust in their wisdom!

Wanci said with relief.

Yu Yi gazed at the bamboo leaf in her palm, then at Wan Ci's calm eyes. The confusion that had been building up for a hundred years vanished in an instant, and her heart was filled with clarity. A sliver of clarity finally appeared in her turbid eyes.

"Trusting in the wisdom of future generations... Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful~"

Feather Robe murmured a few words

"Ahem, teacher, this bamboo grove seems to be the place where you and your mother fought back then..."

Yu Yi suddenly laughed.

Upon hearing this, Wanci looked at the bamboo forest and sighed, "Yes, after all the twists and turns, we've come back to this bamboo forest."

The bamboo forest is the same bamboo forest it was back then.

However, many things and objects have changed time and again.

Yu Yi nodded gently, a relieved smile on her face: "Thank you for giving me my last lesson as a teacher. I almost killed my sons. Whether it was Indra or Ashura, they were both my good sons."

"Let the world and the Ninja Clan be left to future generations!"

Seeing Yu Yi's relief, Wan Ci smiled slightly.

"Alright, get out of class dismissed."

After saying this ten thousand times, he turned his back and prepared to leave.

"Wait for the teacher!"

Yu Yi suddenly called out to Wan Ci.

"Teacher, my days are numbered..."

My Rinnegan might be useful to you; consider it a gift from your disciple.

Yu Yi closed her eyes and said softly.

Wan Ci's expression tightened, and he paused.

Damn it, I was so busy showing off and spouting high-sounding principles that I almost forgot about the important matter!

"Since you're like this..."