Chapter 15 Planting Trees During the Ninja Clan Era (15) That was close, almost...

Under the care of Thousand Hands Bamboo and Indra, all the children in the village were successfully raised to be plump and healthy.

The grandparents looked at their chubby grandchildren with great love and satisfaction. Only the children of Xilin Village could grow up to be fairer and more delicate than the pampered children of noble families.

But Indra realized that these children needed to lose weight.

One of the main reasons they are fat is not because of fat, but because they consume too much chakra food, which is too rich in energy. The young children's tender bodies cannot convert this energy. It would be a real pity if they let this gentle chakra energy be naturally consumed over time as they grow up.

Chakra cuisine, a skill that even the elder brother himself doesn't know how he came up with, is something that simply doesn't exist elsewhere!

Indra's instructor spirit ignited!

Training! They must train! Send them all to train their chakra! Xilin Village will be the next Ninja Clan! A chakra force even stronger than the Ninja Clan! A nation of soldiers—just thinking about it makes Indra's blood boil!

Indra brought out the rules and curriculum he used to teach his disciples of the Ninja Sect, determined to teach his children the meaning of "no pain, no gain."

The 'military training' program thus began as summer approached.

The children, crying and bubbling with snot, trained under the strict Indra teacher. They no longer felt that Lord Indra was cold-faced but kind-hearted and approachable; Lord Indra was simply the epitome of iron-blooded ruthlessness! Even giving them two flower cakes made by the mountain god couldn't change their minds!

They now tremble, feel dizzy, experience lung hypoxia, and muscle aches whenever they see Indra.

The elders were delighted and agreed with anything good for the child. When they heard that their own child could become a powerful laborer like Lord Indra, using chakra to help with farming, building houses, and protecting their home, they still felt it wasn't enough. Every day, they would hold a note and supervise their child running towards the rising sun, shouting, "Brave child! Don't be afraid of difficulties!"

He's even more ruthless than Indra; at least Indra doesn't get beaten by the police.

Some even went so far as to declare: "There are no cowards among the people of Xilin Village! Train! Train to death! Anyway, with the Mountain God's potion, we won't die from training!"

"Waaah—!" The children running towards the rising sun cried their hearts out. At that moment, even the warmest sunlight could not warm their chilled hearts.

Indra, who didn't need any supervision, sat to the side, holding a plate of watermelon that his brother had scooped out for him. The watermelon slices on the plate were seedless and exceptionally red, all the sweetest parts. Indra took a spoon, scooped up a slice, and put it in his mouth. The sweet and cool juice burst out as he chewed.

The watermelon, which had just been picked from the tree and chilled by Little Platinum, was so delicious that Indra couldn't help but squint his eyes.

Summer is truly a wonderful season for eating watermelon.

The children felt even more bitter when they came back from running around and saw their teacher eating watermelon.

Under relentless training, the children gradually absorbed the energy within their bodies, successfully unleashing their own chakra and bringing joy to the village.

The children cherish the power they have painstakingly cultivated, and they are even more motivated. They want to help their families and the village to live better lives, and repay the kindness of the mountain god as soon as possible.

What? You mean Indra, the teacher?

That devilish teacher, spoiled rotten by the mountain god, doesn't need any repayment! Teacher Indra is just a little brother! [Sour face contorted with envy.jpg]

First, it was the children with the best potential that were developed, then the young adults, and the number of people joining chakra training gradually increased.

As Xilin Village developed and more and more people mastered chakra, Indra officially announced that Xilin Village would be renamed Xilin City, thus asserting its presence and entering the next stage of development. Meanwhile, the other territories that Indra had previously negotiated with also accepted the addition of Xilin City as a force, and everything went very smoothly.

Ashura, who was defeated by Indra, trained and studied like a man possessed, and successfully took control of the entire Ninja Clan after his father delegated power to him. However, Ashura, who was not good at management, could only continue to follow his father's methods. Fortunately, he was very popular, and after the Sage of Six Paths passed away, most people in the Ninja Clan still liked and supported Ashura.

Upon hearing of the appearance of Xilin City, Ashura was indifferent. He did not know and had forgotten that it was the place where he had braved difficulties to find his brother when he was a child. It was not until he learned that the city lord of Xilin City was Indra that he realized his brother was really planning to start his own sect and go against the Ninja Sect. His brother had another family, and he was no longer a family member recognized by his brother.

Panic, loneliness, and sadness surged into Asura's heart, eventually transforming into an unyielding, burning obsession.

Indra will always be his brother; their bond flows in their blood, and even if his brother denies it, it cannot be severed!

Black Zetsu couldn't help but shudder as he looked at Ashura, whose eyes seemed to be burning with pitch-black flames. This kind of extreme, even relentless, obsession was truly terrifying.

Then, Black Zetsu gave a faint, eerie laugh.

It will never give up until it achieves its goal... Isn't that exactly what it wants?

Before he died, that bastard Hagoromo Otsutsuki not only separated the Ten-Tails' chakra into nine tailed beasts, but also sealed the empty shell of the Ten-Tails onto the moon. He was utterly despicable.

Black Zetsu had already planned it out. If Indra and Ashura couldn't achieve its goals in this generation, it would wait until they both had children before planning to kill each other! Ideally, they would both die together! To properly repay Hagoromo Otsutsuki for causing it trouble!

Like I said, it wants to see rivers of blood! Hehehe!

Indra, who had completely abandoned the Ninja Cult, even planned to change his surname, not even intending to keep the Otsutsuki surname. He did not love his father who gave him this surname, nor did he want to promote the Otsutsuki surname for his father, the Sage of Six Paths.

But in Senju Takeya's view, love is the foundation of hate. Hate is a higher and more profound form of remembrance than aversion, and it is also more enduring and intense than love. That is why he wanted to sever all ties with it completely and not want to be attached to it at all. If he could, Indra would even want to cut off his bones and flesh to get a new body to show his determination to sever blood ties.

So when Indra suggested changing his surname, Senju Takeshi didn't try to stop him at all; he just wanted his younger brother to be happy.

Indra wanted to share the same surname as Senju Takeya, but the name Senju Indra sounded rather ominous, a feeling shared by both Indra and Senju Takeya. Therefore, Indra had to think of something else.

Indra sat in the spacious living room, lost in thought. His gaze suddenly fell on the palm-leaf fan hanging by the fireplace. It was the first palm-leaf fan he had made as a child, following the example of the villagers, and which he then gave to his older brother. He hadn't made it very well; the edges of the fan had cracks of varying sizes. But because the material came from Mount Xilin, it was exceptionally durable, and his brother still used it to fan himself to this day.

He still remembers it clearly; it was a hot summer day, and it started to rain after nightfall. In that sultry and humid summer night, his older brother used the palm-leaf fan that had been given to him to fan him, bringing wave after wave of cool breeze…

Palm leaf fan... Round fan... Uchiha...

A flash of inspiration struck him, and Indra, who had been deep in thought, immediately looked up.

Let's call it Uchiha!

It sounds quite catchy! And I'm still in contact with my older brother!

Indra immediately told Senju Takeya his new surname.

“Uchiha?” Senju Takeshi blinked. This surname was Indra’s idea, and he felt it suited his best friend quite well. So Senju Takeshi also liked it and nodded happily, “Uchiha, okay.”

“However, we haven’t decided on a name yet.” Indra’s eyes crinkled into a smile. “I’d like to leave it to my elder brother.”

Thousand Hand Bamboo suddenly realized that Indra had only thought of the pronunciation. But then again, although the pronunciation of Uchiha was smooth and pleasant to hear, it would be too unrefined to write it directly as a literal translation of "round fan".

A handsome younger brother needs a cool surname, and the surname Uchiha has a kind of cool and edgy vibe that makes you want to cover one eye and shout, "O black flames formed from the fall of the sun god! Burn my nemesis to ashes!"

Why was Senju Takeya's plan so clear and accurate? Because his best friend had done all of the above. The nemesis who was to be burned was still him, the Lord of Nature who was born to control all trees and forests. The move to guard against was: "Fusang, the mother tree of all days that is bathed in the sun and grows by its own power, obey my command and become my barrier, rendering all flames ineffective."

However, they were all very young at that time, true chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) students.

My best friend even specially chose a wood attribute ability for Senju Take, which is countered by fire, but little did he know that knowledge is power, and cultured chuunibyou is invincible chuunibyou.

Senju Take, who had just been reminiscing and couldn't help but start digging his toes into the ground, maintained his usual expressionless expression and sincerely wrote down the words that he had thought of after listening to Uchiha for Indra.

“Uchiha… I will be Uchiha Indra from now on!” With his new name, Indra felt as if he had been completely freed from some invisible chain, completely unaware that his respected older brother was thinking, “I am the Lord of the Black Flame who devours everything,” “My eyes are hurting—oh no, something ominous is approaching,” and “I didn’t expect you could defend against my strongest move. You are indeed my worthy rival.”

Oh no! The social death memory has been triggered!

As we all know, once the brain is triggered by such a memory, it is very difficult to undo it.

Stop thinking about it! Stop remembering it! No, no, no, that kind of thing!

My soul is so embarrassed it's about to burst out of my body—

Then Indra saw that the expressionless Senju Take also stiffened and activated the vibration mode, his whole body vibrating as if the earth was trembling at a high frequency, and his whole body became a blur.

"Brother?"

The black-haired boy slowly swayed and fell to the ground from the chair, his eyes lifeless as if his brain had crashed—no, his elder brother's eyes never had any luster—no! His elder brother's eyes were clearly dead!

"Brother—!!!"

Hearing Indra's mournful cry, the little white gold rabbit, carrying a large carrot it had just picked from the tree, was kicked open by a rabbit. Upon seeing the scene inside, it let out the loudest scream of its entire rabbit life:

"Chirp—!!!" Master!!!

A note from the author:

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Brain: Are you going to sleep?

Me: I'm going to sleep.

Brain: Okay, then I'll begin. [Plays some stupid things and socially awkward memories]

Me: [Activating the same vibration mode as Senju Takeya]

[Mini Theater]

Thousand Hands Bamboo: Thousand Hands Indra... This name sounds rather ominous.

Indra: This is a very bad omen, enough to send chills down your spine.

Senju Takeya: Then forget it, let's think of something else.

Indra: Yes, elder brother!

Madara Uchiha: That was close! I almost shared the same surname as Hashirama!

Uchiha Izuna: That was close! I almost shared the same surname as that treacherous bastard Tobirama!

Uchiha Osaka: That was close! Almost—hmm? It's not bad to have the same surname as my best friend.

Uchiha Shisui: We almost shared the same surname as Takeya-nii?!

Uchiha Itachi: Were we almost family with Takeya-nii?!

Tsunade: You Uchiha?!