Chapter 12 Planting Trees During the Ninja Clan Era (12) My Young Master Can Plant Trees...

Three years have passed in the blink of an eye, like a white horse galloping past a crack in the wall.

The slow-witted and nerdy Senju Take also noticed something.

Indra is incredibly lucky with women; in fact, it's almost unbelievable. All the girls in the village secretly admire him, completely unfazed by his cold demeanor. Even the lord who visited last time fell for him at first sight, showering him with gold and jewels.

But as soon as Senju Takeshi glanced at his sworn brother's handsome face, he felt that everything made perfect sense.

However, his sworn brother's ambition was so strong that he severed all his ties with his sworn brother.

Lately, Indra has been sitting in his study all day, combining and summarizing his thoughts and ideas, which has made Senju Takeshi worried: "Indra, sitting for so long is not good."

"I'm sorry to have worried you, brother. I'll be fine once I finish this part." Indra closed his eyes briefly, his eyes aching from sitting and writing in the room for so long. "It'll only be for a little while, nothing will happen."

He'll go out and check on the paddy fields later, and maybe get some sun.

Seeing that Indra had taken it to heart, Senju Takeshi nodded in relief. Then, as if remembering something, he casually added, "Sitting for too long will kill your butt."

Indra was used to his elder brother's occasional off-the-cuff remarks, but he had never heard of his brother's buttocks dying from them before. However, he believed that his brother must have a reason for his words, and that his brother would never lie to him.

"Buttocks can die...?" Indra asked, puzzled. "Can buttocks even live or die?"

Thousand Hand Bamboo also frankly said, "The dead are flat, the living are crooked."

Indra: ...

“Indra need not worry.” Senju Take also took out his new creation, “Your brother made you new boxer shorts.” He padded them with a thick layer, so that his younger brother would no longer be afraid of sitting for long periods of time!

Indra looked at the brand-new, pure white boxer shorts. The roundness of the buttocks was clearly visible, exuding a kind of sassy "hmm~~~" that was hard to look at directly. And he didn't know if it was because he had been using his eyes too much lately, but he felt that the boxer shorts were constantly emitting a pink bubble aura.

"I don't need a butt pad, brother!!!" Indra closed his eyes and shouted from the bottom of his heart, "Dead is dead! What's the point of using it as a pad?!" Compared to his pride and integrity, let his butt die!!!

If sitting for long periods of time can kill your butt, then Asura's butt must be the freshest!

"Your butt will be hurt!!!" Senju Takeru said in his clear and steady voice, each word forceful.

“If I wear it, I’ll be the one who’ll be heartbroken!!!” Indra roared.

Senju Takenori sensed his younger brother's resistance, and the hand holding the new work lowered in disappointment. The seemingly unchanged black eyes of the emotionless boy, like a starless night, actually drooped slightly, making him appear even more lonely and desolate.

In that instant, Indra lost all his means and strength.

The younger brother is ultimately just the younger brother; he can never defeat the older brother.

Indra clasped his hands tightly in front of him. The soft, cushioned boxer shorts couldn't soothe his cold, powerless heart. His principles, his integrity, his dignity—all of this was destined to be lost in front of his elder brother.

Indra was glad that he was wearing a long robe, and that his buttocks were not visible when the hem hung down. He stopped thinking about it and set off for the paddy field. It was March or April, the perfect time to plant early rice.

Senju Takenori wouldn't allow the villagers he protected to suffer from hunger, so Wood Release, in response to his thoughts and past memories, produced rice that could harvest three times a year. This was the rice that brought a bountiful harvest and ended hunger for the entire nation in Senju Takenori's previous world. In this world, it thrived even more under the nourishment of natural chakra.

The common people at the bottom of society are mostly simple and honest, just like the earth itself, silent and unpretentious.

Whoever can feed them and keep them safe is their guardian angel.

As a result, Xilin Village has grown to an unimaginable size, and the worship of the mountain god of Xilin Mountain has become more formal and grand. The once wild and chaotic sacrificial dance has evolved into the bizarre yet sacred and powerful Nuo dance style, and there are also special shamans performing the Kagura dance.

In addition to being known as the Mountain God of Xilin Mountain, Thousand Hand Bamboo also has another name: 'Inari God'.

Myths always evolve, become more detailed and richer with the times and the beliefs of the people. Indra took advantage of this, and with the tacit approval of Senju Takeya, Xilin Village became the opportunity and background for Indra's comeback.

Thousand Hand Bamboo was not worried that Xilin Village would suffer any accidents in the future, because he believed that Indra would love Xilin Village as much as he did. Besides, he had always been guarding Xilin Mountain, so Xilin Village would naturally not be in any trouble. Judging from the growth of the sapling, the villagers of Xilin Village had probably changed three times by now, and Thousand Hand Bamboo still hadn't been able to grow the tree to adulthood.

The people of Xilin Village have a high sense of morality. Even if they don't understand Indra's plans and the laws he set, they will remember and follow them. However, they think many laws are a bit superfluous. After all, only honest and law-abiding people who do no bad things are qualified to live on the land protected by the mountain god. It is already a blessing that those wicked people and thieves are allowed to live. What more do they want?

People who would never do bad things are not afraid of those laws. They are inherently kind and honest and know that they will not be forced to do bad things to survive. They are people protected by the mountain god.

Contentment brings happiness, and greed is not a concern. This is the state of the villagers of Xilin Village under the protection and influence of Senju Takeya's words and deeds.

When their values ​​aligned and their thoughts aligned, Indra was happy.

The principle of "what the superiors do, the inferiors follow" applies everywhere. With the support and tolerance of Senju Takeya, everyone in Xilin Village trusted Indra, making Indra's actions exceptionally smooth.

Over the past three years, Indra's policies have taken effect, making life in Xilin Village more stable and convenient. As a result, people's trust in Indra has naturally deepened. They no longer respect Indra because of the mountain god, but because of his personal abilities and charisma.

Indra thought to himself, if the Sage of Six Paths could trust and support him as much as his brother did, the Ninja Sect would have grown and prospered under his planning long ago. You see, his brother had never interfered in the development of Xilin Village; he only existed as a spiritual pillar and protector.

The longer you live here, the more you'll fall in love with this place.

Indra looked at the farmers working in the paddy fields, and his eyes softened.

He was incredibly grateful to have his elder brother; as long as his brother was by his side, he had everything.

Perhaps Indra had been staring for too long, for a small hand tugged at the hem of his clothes.

Indra looked down and saw a child whose face was rosy from working. The little girl looked dusty but was very energetic. She had a round face, bright eyes, and was very lovable.

"Lord Indra, would you like to plant some seedlings too? Here, you can plant some sweet seedlings!" The little girl with two pigtails said in an exceptionally sweet voice, completely unafraid of Indra's cold face.

After all, the whole village was used to their mountain god being a nobody, so what was a little coldness? Everyone knew that the two brothers were cold on the outside but warm on the inside. As long as it didn't involve official business, they were very easy to talk to. Even the children knew this.

"Sweetie! You're trying to slack off with this kind of excuse?!" A farmer's wife, who was busy in the paddy field, rushed up and grabbed the little girl, slapping her bottom repeatedly. "And you even tried to pin it on Lord Indra!"

Even though Lord Indra is approachable, he is still the sworn brother of the Mountain God. Since the other party has devoted himself to protecting and developing Xilin Village, they naturally have to treat him well and respect him. How could they allow him to condescend to do farm work?

The chubby little girl in the flowery dress wiggled like a fat carp being pulled ashore, the rice seedlings she was holding falling to the ground in her struggle. "Ouch! Ouch, my goodness! I was wrong!"

“It’s alright.” Indra picked up the handful of seedlings that had fallen to the ground. “I also want to give it a try. Let the children play with it.”

Even without using the Sharingan, Indra had memorized the key points of repetitive tasks like farm work after watching for a few days. He was familiar with details such as the depth and distance of planting seedlings.

"Lord Indra has fallen!" The little girl grinned. Children's speech is still unclear, but sweet and soft. This was her first time learning to farm, but seeing her other friends playing, she couldn't resist.

The woman put the girl down on the ground, and the little girl darted away and disappeared in a flash.

"That Lord Indra..." the peasant woman said in a low voice, feeling embarrassed.

Indra didn't waste any more words and simply asked, "Where to begin?"

Since Indra had already said so, his attitude was natural. The peasant woman wasn't one to be pretentious either, so she relaxed and pointed Indra in the right direction. Worried that Indra wouldn't know how, she would occasionally look up and see that he was a little clumsy at first, but quickly became proficient. She couldn't help but admire that a great man is indeed a great man; he's good at everything, and he can even pick up farm work so quickly. He seems to be doing it even better than her cousin's child.

The patrolling Thousand Hand Bamboo also showed a look of relief; his Indra had learned how to plant rice seedlings.

Although Indra usually helped him tend to the tree garden, since they were all growing on trees, they didn't require much management. He would just pick the fruits that didn't need to be kept and prune the overgrown branches, which was different from the farm work that required going to the ground.

Senju Take, feeling proud of his younger brother, unconsciously straightened his back and continued his patrol, which no one would notice.

Three years ago, he discovered a dark, sticky creature lurking in the village that looked like it was something bad.

Thousand Hand Bamboo only discovered that thing half an hour after it was wrapped in vines and spun at high speed like an airplane propeller. He felt uncomfortable with this thing from the first glance, and with the idea of ​​eliminating it completely, he greeted it with his upgraded fist, which was full of real wounds.

Unfortunately, the opponent had too much health and was slippery, so one punch wasn't enough to kill it, and it escaped.

He wouldn't allow such a malicious thing to exist in Xilin Village. Not killing that thing made Qian Shouzhu feel uneasy, so he patrolled Xilin Village much more carefully every day.

Indra did not notice Thousand-Hand Bamboo's passing by. After planting one acre of land, the village chief came to ask him to help move the large stones on the wasteland. The fields of Xilin Village were going to be expanded again, but there were several extremely hard and huge rocks in the wasteland to be developed.

Indra agreed. In order to prevent the rubble from spreading everywhere and increasing the workload of the villagers, he directly activated Susanoo—the third power he obtained after acquiring the Mangekyou Sharingan.

The tall, heavily armored, yet solemnly dressed, blue-purple-clad martial god removed the giant rocks as easily as crushing peanuts.

Seeing such a huge war god, the villagers were not afraid; their eyes were full of worship and excitement.

Immediately, a villager, whose mind was racing, said, "Lord Indra's martial god is so mighty and tall, does waving his finger mean it's equivalent to us tilling the land for a whole day?"

The old man next to the villager immediately slapped him on the head: "You can't use Lord Indra's power like that!"

"Hehe..." The villager scratched his head sheepishly, "I'm just in a hurry to plant the new seeds bestowed by the Mountain God, the sooner we clear the land, the sooner we can plant! Lord Indra doesn't value that thing—yes! Efficiency!"

Indra remained silent, Indra tried.

"Oh my god! As expected of Lord Indra!"

"Amazing! This means we can reclaim so much land in a day!"

"Hey! Don't just stand there! Clean up the ground that Lord Indra has marked out, there are still lots of small stones in there!"

To be honest, seeing Indra in Susanoo with his expressionless face and arms crossed made me feel like I was playing in the mud as a child.

"My lord! Lord Indra! The drawing is crooked!"

"Hey, Lord Indra's butt is so perky!" This was a villager who noticed the highlight after looking up from below. "And after looking for a while... does Lord Indra's butt start to glow? It's even pink!"

"Slap!" This was the old man slapping someone's forehead again.

The old man corrected him, "Vulgar! That's just curves, that's what cultured people praise. A handsome man like Lord Indra is good in every way! Good-looking people have their own radiance!"

Indra: ...Let's just pretend he didn't hear anything :)

Susanoo: Silently and carefully smooths out the crooked lines and redraws them.

After patrolling around, Qian Shouzhu saw the majestic and enormous Martial God squatting on the ground, scratching the wasteland as if writing with his finger on the beach, and his eyes were filled with even greater satisfaction.

In no time, his son Indra even knew how to cultivate the land.

How the power is used is entirely up to the user, and Senju Takeshi is proud that Indra used this power to benefit the people.

My sworn brother must be rewarded with a meal of chestnut stewed chicken for dinner!

A note from the author:

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[Mini Theater]

Thousand Hands Bamboo: (holding up a phone video) My young master can plant rice seedlings now.

Uchiha Osaka: Wow, that's great! My ancestor can plant rice now! Wait, my ancestor has such a nice perky butt!

Boxer briefs with a perky butt: Hmm~~~