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In a world of darkness, Luna felt herself floating. In her daze, she seemed to hear a voice, clear and cold, with somewhat awkward words, and very indistinct, unlike any tone she recognized. Honestly, she could only guess.
"Do you wish to...leave...this...boundary?"
"I'm an outsider, can you speak words I understand?" Luna shook her head, trying to clear her mind.
"You are still too young to absorb Yang-attribute power using White Zetsu." It seemed like a sigh, and a seated figure was faintly visible in the darkness.
The twinkling starlight seemed to be in the universe. Several steps appeared over there, and a very solemn stone throne stood there. A person sat on it, but his face was not clear, although his Sharingan eyes were particularly striking.
Luna pinched the bridge of her nose, finally seeing something. Her spiritual energy merged with the environment, as if entering a vast ocean, but she couldn't detect anything at all.
Very well, we can't beat them!
Forget it, let's just give up.
Gazing into those Sharingan eyes, she suddenly realized where she was; this was none other than the patriarch of the Uchiha clan. Unfortunately, she couldn't see his face clearly, nor did she know what he looked like.
"You're looking for me because of this body?" By the way, don't you like having the lights on?
"Your deal with her is fair and just." He even intervened in this deal; otherwise, with Uchiha Izumi's power, she wouldn't have been able to finalize such a contract.
Indra summoned the people to express his gratitude; she had not only saved his descendants but also given them a future. Another reason was his personal motive: Luna had taught and cared for the orphan, helping him learn to love and be good to himself, instead of constantly begging for love.
Ultimately, he couldn't bear to see the child treated like an abandoned dog.
"Oh right, White Zetsu, is my constitution not suitable?" Luna covered her head, remembering what she had just heard.
Seeing that she had finally gotten to the point, Indra spoke calmly, explaining that her bloodline was somewhat diluted, making it unlikely she could awaken the Rinnegan. Rashly absorbing Yang-attribute power would be too risky for her. Furthermore, she was young and her body was not yet fully developed; it was best not to conduct such an experiment.
"If you really want to try, you can wait until you're an adult." Whether you live or die is up to the child to decide.
"Don't you like having the lights on?" Luna finally asked. She wasn't really that obsessed with the Rinnegan or anything like that.
She just wants more chakra. Being a minor and not having trained much, even with the Eternal Eye, her chakra reserves aren't that high. She anticipates only being able to activate Susanoo for about three minutes, and not even being able to unleash its complete form.
I need to train my body!
That's how you become stronger.
"..."
Silence filled the air, and the surrounding starlight shone a little brighter, revealing a young man dressed in white robes adorned with magatama patterns. He was strikingly handsome, with a cool and aloof demeanor, and his long, bushy hair was styled in a low ponytail. His Sharingan eyes were piercing, seemingly able to dissect a person's very soul, revealing absolutely no secrets.
Luna felt a little awkward being stared at like that; she also had things she didn't want others to know. Come to think of it, so this is what it feels like to be stared at by someone with powerful, emotionless eyes? Being stared at by Itachi before wasn't like this at all; it seems his skills weren't up to par.
To avoid the pervasive influence of spiritual energy, Luna projected her spiritual energy outwards, creating a sofa in the open space. She sat down and smiled slightly: "Thank you for the advice. Is there anything else you need?"
"I...I want to express my gratitude." A strange light flashed in Indra's eyes. To be able to obtain what he desired in his spiritual world showed that the magic of other realms was indeed quite effective. It was a pity that when he was alive, he was too obsessed with those things and never thought of going to see other worlds.
The child from another world disliked the ninja world and never considered the possibility of staying. She was determined to leave, and although Indra felt sorry for her, he did not want to force her.
Ta-da!
He descended from the platform, each step elegant and haughty, drawing enthusiastic praise from Luna. No wonder he's the progenitor; that aura, that face—that's why the Uchiha clan never lacks beauties.
Cold fingers landed on Luna's brow, and the genjutsu, training methods, and numerous ninjutsu related to the Sharingan flooded into her mind. Luna's head buzzed for a moment before she opened the floodgates to absorb the information.
Great, now I finally understand what "a sudden enlightenment" means!
This is real stuffing; it's almost filled my brain completely.
I remember reading a poem that went something like that before.
An immortal touched my head, and I was granted eternal life.
Unfortunately, he wasn't an immortal and couldn't live forever.
However, the sages of the ninja world are too useless; I don't want to let that unlucky thing touch my head.
This one is good-looking, and it's the progenitor of the body, so I'd be happy to touch it a few times.
Indra's calm and expressionless face twitched slightly. He didn't tell the little one that during spiritual infusion, the spirits are connected, and he knew what she was thinking at that moment.
Are kids these days so quick-witted?
After giving his thanks, Indra thought for a moment, patted her head, and then tossed her away. It had been so long since he'd seen anyone; he wasn't used to talking to people anymore.
Luna, who flew away: ? ? ?
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On a moonlit night, the silence of the forest clearing was a thick, ominous omens. The air was thick with the cloying, suffocating smell of rust and decay.
Luna, thrown out by her socially awkward ancestor who hadn't seen anyone in a long time, blinked. The surrounding atmosphere was off; she didn't have time to process the cultivation methods, so she activated her three-tomoe jade and looked around. A clear scene came into view.
It was an elegant yet suffocating massacre, with a six-eyed male demon with a high ponytail wielding a katana to reap lives. Crescent-shaped blades shot out, causing blood to splatter and limbs to fly everywhere.
Seemingly seeing himself, or smelling the stench of raw meat, the male ghost turned his head. His six eyes were as cold as ice, and as he swung his long sword, the angle shifted slightly towards himself.
Oh my god!
I'm a mage, I don't fight in melee!
The survivor seemed to have seized an opportunity. His Water Breathing technique was dazzling and cascading, and he dodged and weaved with all his might. However, under the relentless and deadly attack of the Moon Breathing, he was like a withered leaf swaying in a storm. Every block he made resulted in dazzling sparks and splattering blood.
The male ghost was too terrifying, so Luna immediately jumped up, cursing her ancestors for being inhuman, and used a fire escape technique to rush over. They were still far enough away that as long as she was careful, they were temporarily out of attack range.
But to her surprise, the crescent moon pierced through the flames the next second. Such a small number of people was meaningless in the face of pure and savage slaughter. She felt like a child carrying a toy water gun who had wandered into a heavy artillery position.
Her body moved faster than her mind. The tomoe in her Sharingan frantically chose, anticipating the trajectory of the omnipresent arc-shaped blade wind. Her slender body sprang backward in an almost contorted posture.
puff!
A stealthy slash grazed her nose, and behind her, an ancient tree that would take several people to encircle silently slid down, its broken edge as smooth as a mirror.
Luna subconsciously touched her nose. Thank goodness, she almost became a person without a nose.
The Sharingan is amazing!
The Sharingan is invincible!
Luna released her mental form, which landed beside the water-breathing swordsman. Seeing the boy screaming in fright, she could only make a shushing gesture.
"I've lured the ghost away, now you run!"
"You, you, you, are you a human or a ghost?" After saying that, the person realized something was wrong; ghosts and evil spirits weren't the same kind of creature. This person… a ghost—at least they saved him; he couldn't just curse them like that: "I… I mean…"
"It's a person, I'm still alive, I'm not dead. You see, my eyes are special, I can see movements that ordinary people can't see. Running away is no problem, don't stay and get killed." Si Nian can use magic, but she can't use chakra, so she can only give people simple hemostasis and bandaging.
"...Thank you." The Water Breathing Swordsman gave a dry thank you, needing to quickly report the situation back. There was no other way; the ravens were all dead.
To be honest, he didn't believe the girl in front of him was alive. Although she didn't have any ghostly aura, there was another figure desperately running away, and it definitely looked exactly like her.
Luna knew very well that the shadow clone, the thought body, and the original body were very different, and that it would be easy for the six-eyed male demon to distinguish them. She thought for a moment, then summoned back the thought body, fused it with the magic power that had been split off, and detonated the fire magic circle of her subordinate with a clenched fist.
The towering pillar of fire burned fiercely, and muffled groans and whimpers could indeed be heard, but the minor burns to the skin and flesh healed visibly very quickly.
Luna sifted through a pile of broken blades, finally finding a Nichirin Blade with a broken tip. Her Sharingan eyes darted left and right, observing his movements. She dodged the powerful energy emanating from the blade's edge, her body flickering in and out of the shadows of the dense forest.
The original foothold was covered, cut, and shattered by the new blade wind. Kokushibo stared at the girl with six eyes, who clearly possessed different powers within her.
"Are you not a Demon Slayer, but an Onmyoji?"
"Do you know what a magician is? They use the elements of heaven and earth, and are theoretically similar to an Onmyoji." Luna saw that the other party had stopped attacking and landed 25 meters away, her voice carried away by the evening breeze.
She wasn't afraid of revealing her background at all, since she didn't plan to stay long anyway.
"A magician? From abroad?"
"Um."
What is your purpose in coming here?
"Let's play!" Luna grinned, and a magic circle lit up on the ground again.
Do you think I wanted to come here?
It was that beautiful old ancestor who caused all this trouble!
Faced with the oncoming flames and illusions, Kokushibo dodged and countered with his moves, only to see that the girl was unharmed each time, her beautiful blood-red eyes fixed on his every move.
Special eyes.
Gazing at the spreading crescent-shaped slashes, Luna couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow~ that's so cool! Can you teach me?"
Is the moon calling?
It seems to be very suitable for the Yin attribute Sharingan.
If one could cultivate both magic and martial arts, they wouldn't be slaughtered anymore, right?
The feeling of death is so painful, I never want to be a weakling again!
These words made Kokushibo pause for a second, and his gaze towards her changed. What kind of good person would let the enemy teach them their special skills on the battlefield? But those eyes were too conspicuous, and her movements were skillful as she dodged, as if she could see the movements clearly.
Is this saying... she shouldn't be taught and should learn on her own?
"If you have the ability, then learn it!" Kokushibo gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. Those unusual eyes reminded him of someone he didn't want to remember!
He despised those kinds of geniuses the most!
The person he both resented and longed to defeat.
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