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

Two more years passed, and Indra remained in a state of deep meditation for two years.

Fight Asura again!

This time, it's no longer a battle for the Ninja Clan, but a contest of strength!

In the end, Asura narrowly defeated Indra.

.........

Mount Myoboku, Lakeside Pavilion

The aroma of tea wafted from the pavilion.

"Ugh!"

Indra sat on the stone bench with his eyes lowered, his black hair slightly disheveled, and the lingering warmth of the intense battle's chakra still remained around him. In the duel with Ashura just now, he had used all his skills, but he was still narrowly defeated by his opponent.

Indra has already burned out...

Frustration and dejection, tinged with resentment, weighed heavily on Indra's brow, and his entire being exuded a chilling sense of despondency.

In the center of the pavilion in the middle of the lake, the three sat facing each other.

"Little Indra, you are still too young. Don't fight anymore."

The hermit, holding a ceramic teacup, took a small sip of tea and spoke slowly, his tone carrying the comforting words of an elder.

"Instead of focusing all my energy on fighting that guy, I should stay on Mount Myōboku and live my life peacefully."

Black Zetsu, sipping his tea, echoed the sentiment.

"No! I want to fight again!"

Indra clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning deathly pale, his face flushed, and he growled in a low voice, his voice filled with barely suppressed resentment: "You don't understand! That Asura has become my obsession!!"

"If Asura is so powerful, why doesn't the Six Paths Temple hang a picture of Asura?" Black Zetsu thought to himself.

"well....."

Upon hearing this, Black Zetsu and Fukasaku exchanged a knowing glance, both of them understanding—it seemed that Indra's obsession had already led him to become attached to appearances, unable to extricate himself from his struggle with Ashura.

"What's even more infuriating is!"

Indra suddenly looked up, his eyes swirling with an indescribable emotion.

"That kid Ashura actually got married! How come he owns the Ninja Sect and can also get married and start a family?!"

This feeling is like having a silly friend who is inferior to you in every way. They are clearly far less talented and capable than you, but they live a smoother life than anyone else.

Moreover, he was connected to Asura by blood and had opposing identities, making their relationship inherently complicated. This resentment was amplified infinitely, causing him great distress.

"Snapped!"

Indra suddenly stood up and bowed deeply to the two of them!

"Master Fukasaku, Master Black Zetsu, your strength is unfathomable. Could you lend me a hand? With your power, you can surely help me defeat Ashura!"

Indra earnestly requested.

The voice just fell

Fukasaku and Black Zetsu's expressions instantly tightened.

"Ahem, you and Ashura are both sons of Hagoromo, and Hagoromo is a disciple of the Great Sage. So you are both disciples and grand-disciples of Mount Myōboku. In our eyes, there is no difference between you."

Black Zetsu picked up his teacup, coughed lightly, and said solemnly, "Mount Myōboku will only remain neutral."

Fukasaku nodded emphatically and said in a deep voice, "Yes, Black Zetsu is right. Neutrality is the grand strategy of Mount Myōboku."

Indra loosened his grip at his sides, and the urgency in his eyes gradually faded.

He was not unreasonable; he knew that he could not drag the entire Mount Myōboku into hostility with the Ninja Clan because of his own obsession.

Whether it's him or Ashura, they are ultimately from the same lineage of the Six Paths, and Mount Myōboku would never favor either side.

Seeing Indra's dejected expression

The immortal's eyes darted around.

"Indra, you don't need to be so stubborn! The Asuras marry, so you marry one too! He has one child, you have five! Doesn't that mean you've won against him?"

Suddenly, Fukasaku slapped the stone table and said, "I have a sudden inspiration."

Black Zetsu's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he immediately clapped his hands in admiration, exclaiming, "Brilliant! This method is brilliant! We've found a way to win!"

"To build up influence...?"

Indra was suddenly stunned, and the gloom in his eyes instantly dissipated, gradually brightening.

Upon closer reflection, this method actually makes some sense!

He wasn't talking about having children, but rather about building a family and power, and competing with the Ninja Sect!

Upon realizing this, Indra suddenly stood up!

Oh dear, why did it take you so long to think of that!

Indra, shaking off his previous dejection, bowed respectfully to the two, his tone both humble and cheerful: "You two venerable immortals are indeed highly talented! I have other matters to attend to, so I will take my leave now. I will certainly prepare a banquet another day to express my sincere gratitude to you both!"

Having said that, Indra turned and strode away, his posture upright, showing no sign of dejection.

Watching his departing figure, Fukasaku and Kuro exchanged a glance, both seeing a smile in each other's eyes.

Hey, this kid isn't stupid at all; he gets it right away.

The next day at the Myoboku Mountain Sage's Palace

Indra walked steadily into the main hall.

"Master, I want to leave Mount Myōboku and venture out into the world."

Indra knelt on one knee and said respectfully.

"Oh?"

Wanci sat upright in the main seat of the hall, looking down at Indra in front of him. He could see into the sharpness and obsession hidden deep in Indra's eyes at a glance, and he had already guessed seven or eight parts of Indra's thoughts.

This descendant of the Otsutsuki clan wasn't simply going out to explore the outside world; he clearly couldn't let go of his rivalry with Ashura and was determined to establish a foothold and build his own power in the outside world.

This lineage would one day become the Uchiha clan, renowned throughout the ninja world.

Ten thousand times, but it was not pointed out.

There's no need for me to interfere in these matters.

There's no need for me to interfere.

"Since that's the case, then go ahead, just remember to come back and chop some berries often..."

Wanci only spoke slowly.

Upon hearing this, Indra bowed deeply, his tone full of respect and solemnity: "Grandmaster, after I establish my family, I will certainly worship you for generations, so that my descendants will respect and worship you for generations to come, and never forget the kindness of Mount Myōboku."

"I can never repay the kindness of my ancestor in this lifetime!"

Wanci waved his hand gently, his expression warm, and earnestly advised, "Alright, after you go out, try to adapt to life in the secular world, and don't always indulge in the obsession with fighting and killing."

Indra bowed his head in response, and once again bowed deeply to Wanci, thus completing his final farewell.

Immediately, he straightened up, turned around and walked out of the Immortal Hall, leaving the immortal mountain where he had cultivated for so long, and heading towards the outside world.

Wanci gazed thoughtfully at Indra's retreating figure.

"To establish influence, huh...?"

A thoughtful look flashed across Wanci's eyes.

At this moment, the manager of the Toad Intelligence Department, Shima Toad, hurriedly jumped over.

"Reporting to the Great Immortal, urgent intelligence has been received!"

"The orphan of the Feathered Robe has been discovered among the common people!"

Master Shima has come to report.

Wanci's hand, which had been gripping the pen for so long, trembled. A question arose in his mind: "What? The orphan of Yu Yi? Yu Yi has other bloodlines?"

After pondering this countless times, wasn't the Feather Robe only composed of Indra and Ashura?

Are there any other people with the Six Paths bloodline mentioned in the original work?

A glimmer of light and speculation appeared in Wanci's eyes.

"Could they be their ancestors?"

"Speaking of descendants with the Hagoromo bloodline, there are actually two in the original work..."

After pondering for a moment, he looked at Shima.

"Let me go and take a look."