Chapter 1 Planting Trees During the Ninja Clan Era (1) Finding a Cat
Looking at the sapling in front of him, Qian Shou Zhu reached out and touched its leaves. Compared to other saplings planted at the same time or even later, this sapling grew exceptionally slowly. While the other saplings had grown into towering trees, this one remained delicate and tiny, still just a tiny sapling.
It was special, and Senju Bamboo felt that the way to return home lay within it.
He was an orphan. The director of the orphanage found him in front of the gate. After the director passed away, Senju Takeya's interpersonal relationships became so simple that if he disappeared, probably no one would notice... No, there are some, which is why Senju Takeya is so eager to go home.
—His childhood friend, who was also his best buddy.
She was a very nagging person, easily moved by others' emotions, with a strong sense of empathy. She would get angry and sad for him. Senju Takeshi would always remember when he was bullied by other children as a child, it was that person who angrily waved his fist to drive away those bad kids and protect him.
Even after he grew up, that person continued to take care of and protect him.
Therefore, Senju Take also wants to return to that person's side and continue his peaceful and stable life with his best friend by his side.
So he devoted himself wholeheartedly to caring for the sapling to grow in whatever way he could.
Qian Shou Zhu also raised his hand and used his index finger and thumb to pinch and measure the sapling. Then he looked up at the towering trees whose tops were not visible even when he looked up, and felt that there should be no problem with the saplings he planted.
Having been in this world for three years, the first thing Qian Shou Zhu saw when he set foot on this land was this little sapling. At that time, it was just a branch. He stuck it in the ground and it took root. Logically speaking, its vitality should be far superior to that of other plants.
Qian Shou Zhu is not an agronomy major, and his knowledge of farming is limited to digging holes, placing seedlings/seeds, covering with soil, watering, and fertilizing.
As for how to make fertilizer, Qian Shouzhu was completely clueless, but he discovered that there was a kind of energy in his body that would grow continuously. When he poured it into the plants, it could greatly promote their growth. Therefore, Qian Shouzhu was convinced that he must have transmigrated into a superpowered farming scenario.
Qian Shouzhu didn't have any grand ambitions. Before he transmigrated, he was just an ordinary person who would stay at home and be content unless his best friend dragged him out. Even the job he found after graduating from university was the type that allowed him to work from home without much social interaction.
If there's anything particularly special about Senju Takeya since childhood, it's probably that he's strong, physically robust, has good self-healing abilities, and is emotionally stable.
The sky was overcast and the air was damp. Senju Takeshi felt it was about to rain, so he took down the clothes hanging on the clothes rack outside. He had been down the mountain before and knew how ancient the world he was in was. Most places were distributed in villages. He didn't know if there were more prosperous towns further away, but from the words he heard from the villagers in the villages below the mountain, such as lord, priestess, and samurai, he guessed that there probably were.
In fact, at first, Senju-bamboo couldn't understand the language of this world at all. Saying that it was more like Japanese is not entirely true. Its pronunciation is somewhere between Japanese and Chinese, and the pronunciation is quite ancient.
There's a saying that if you traveled from modern times to ancient times, you wouldn't be able to understand the way ancient people speak.
Fortunately, the changes in the text were not so drastic that Senju Taken couldn't understand it. Although some characters, like simplified and traditional characters, need to be distinguished, it's enough to understand them.
Now, Senju Takeshi can understand the locals' language, but while he can understand it, he can't speak it very well. Senju Takeshi is a man of few words and not good at taking initiative. He is used to being alone, so he only goes down the mountain to interact with others when he needs to buy things. And exchanging or buying items can usually be done with just a flick of his finger.
In addition, since Senju Takeya has helped the village deal with bandits and robbers many times, the villagers are very warm and respectful towards him. They will bring up many things on their own initiative before Senju Takeya even has to ask.
The presence of a powerful figure on the mountain who is capable of and willing to protect the village is a great blessing for the village. The villagers genuinely feel that they must treat this powerful figure well.
Thus, Senju Takeya was able to complete all his tasks without speaking, which is why he has never spoken to anyone. The villagers down the mountain all thought he was truly mute and dared not mention it, fearing that it would touch upon Senju Takeya's painful memories.
Looking at Senju Takeya, who is both handsome and possesses immense strength, the villagers could only sigh that no one is perfect. They took even better care of Senju Takeya, which made it even harder for him to find situations where he needed to speak up.
Qian Shou, a socially awkward person, also put the clothes she had hung out to dry into her treehouse.
The treehouse grows on a towering tree that takes ten people to encircle. It was there when he first landed and thought he had nowhere to stay. A kind tree suddenly grew out of the ground for him.
The treehouse is completely integrated with the giant tree, making it very sturdy and safe. There is no need to worry about wild animals accidentally entering the house. The tree also has the effect of repelling insects. Although the treehouse is relatively high, Thousand Hands Bamboo can easily jump back in. Overall, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages.
Thousand Hand Bamboo also connected the trees he planted together with bridges and platforms woven from vines, which greatly facilitated his movement.
Not long after we went inside, the rain started to fall heavily.
Qian Shouzhu also stood under the eaves, reaching out to catch the autumn-tinged rain. The temperature had dropped sharply in the past few days, and it was time to start preparing winter clothes. A few days ago, he had already traded herbs with a merchant for soft and comfortable wool yarn, which he could use to knit sweaters.
Thinking about how to get through the winter, the Thousand Hands Bamboo also thoughtfully prepared straw to protect the seemingly weakest and thinnest sapling from the cold, and will wrap it up when it gets colder.
Qian Shouzhu also came into the house, sat on a chair by the window and began to sort the wool yarn, rolling it into balls so that it would save some time when knitting.
Footsteps came from under the tree. The footsteps stopped under the tree. Qian Shouzhu put down what he was doing and walked to the platform outside the house. Looking down, he saw a child. The boy's plain white clothes were soaked, and his hair was wet and stuck to his head. It seemed that he had been rained on all the way.
Indra stood blankly in front of the sapling, seemingly deeply attracted, lost in thought, not even noticing the little rabbit he was holding escape.
The rain overhead suddenly stopped, and Intoro snapped out of his daze. He looked up and saw a plain oil-paper umbrella. The raven-haired boy holding the umbrella had deep, calm black eyes that seemed impenetrable. The boy was handsome, with short, bean-like eyebrows that added a touch of gentle, delicate charm to his expressionless face.
The terrifyingly powerful natural chakra emanating from the sapling that had so captivated Indra was perfectly aligned with the aura emanating from the boy.
"Who are you?" Indra asked instinctively. "Why are you here?"
The boy slightly raised the umbrella to one side, and the large oil-paper umbrella still completely covered Indra, only revealing a corner of the treehouse platform above.
It's obvious that the boy lives here.
He was the uninvited guest. Realizing this, Indra, the eldest son in the family who had always been self-disciplined and polite, blushed and promptly apologized: "I'm sorry! I've disturbed you!"
The boy simply shook his head, then plucked a tender green leaf from the sapling and handed it to Indra.
Indra was taken aback, puzzled by the other's actions. It wasn't until the boy handed him the leaf again that Indra realized the boy meant for him. He still didn't understand why the boy was doing this. Because he could see the sapling's special nature, Indra was even more at a loss. Taking it or not seemed like a bad idea.
His father told him and his brother about the past, hoping that they would learn from it and not break the law. Therefore, Indra knew very well about his father, Hagoromo Otsutsuki, and his uncle, Hamura Otsutsuki, saving the ninja world, as well as the cruel past of people being sacrificed to the Divine Tree. His father even became a Jinchūriki himself in order to suppress and seal the Divine Tree.
The sapling exuded a calm and gentle aura, incredibly peaceful, not at all like someone who would eat live sacrifices, which made Indra uncertain.
Upon seeing a peculiar sapling, Indra immediately thought of the sacred tree and wondered if he was being too sensitive.
Seeing that Indra did not move, the boy said awkwardly, "You're curious, give it to me. I'm not a bad person."
The boy's tone was gentle and slow, and his way of speaking made it seem as if he was just piecing together the words he knew, but his pronunciation was clear.
Indra stared blankly at the other person. The boy gently wiped the leaf on his sleeve, removed the rainwater, and placed it in Indra's hand. The soft, cool leaf felt strangely like warm jade in his palm. The chakra transmitted from the green leaf had an indescribable, calm, and reassuring weight.
"Did you plant this sapling and the surrounding forest?" Indra realized something and asked directly.
The boy nodded.
“I am Otsutsuki Indra, and you?” Indra clenched his five fingers and held the precious sapling leaf in his palm.
“Senju Takeya.” Senju Takeya paused, then added, “Thank you.”
Indra paused, realizing he couldn't keep up with the other's train of thought.
"Thank you for trusting me." Senju Take also followed his best friend's advice and never hesitated to speak up when necessary to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Looking into the boy's dark eyes, Indra felt as if he had sunk into a soothing, silent night. For a moment, Indra felt as if he had lost his voice. The autumn wind blew by, and his wet clothes offered no protection against the cold. He couldn't help but shiver.
The next second, Indra was airborne, and in the blink of an eye, he was back on the ground. Before Indra could react, a thick, wide cloth was placed over his head.
Indra hurriedly pulled the cloth on his head back to reveal his vision, and saw that Senju Take also took out a set of clothes from the wardrobe in the room and handed them to him.
The boy didn't speak, but what he wanted him to do was obvious—change his clothes and dry his hair.
"Aren't you going to ask me why I found this place?" Indra looked at Senju Takeya, who was starting to light the firewood in the hearth, and became increasingly at a loss.
Qian Shou Zhu also looked up at Indra and saw that the child was still standing there blankly. He walked over and pulled him to sit down by the fire to warm himself. He then took a cloth and wiped the child's hair. He knew that the medical level in this era was backward and that it was often difficult for children to get effective and timely treatment when they were sick. Even the simplest cold could turn into a fatal illness.
He's boiling water now, and he'll let the child take a hot bath later, keep him warm, and then give him some warm soup to ward off the cold. This should minimize the chances of the child getting sick.
The force of the Thousand-Hand Bamboo was not light, but it wouldn't hurt Indra.
Outside, the autumn rain was pouring down, while inside, the firewood crackled and popped. The rustling sound of cloth wiping hair was almost hypnotic. Behind him, his heartbeat was steady and strong. In the warm and safe wooden house, Indra, who had been wandering alone outside for three days, began to feel his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.
Once he was sure the child's hair wasn't dripping wet, Senju Take put down the cloth. He felt a slight weight on his chest, and looked down at the boy who was sleeping with his eyes closed, nestled in his arms.
I haven't taken a hot shower yet, and I haven't changed my clothes... No, I'll get sick.
But the child is sleeping so soundly.
Thousand Hand Bamboo also tried to move, and the boy with keen senses frowned slightly, showing that this child was the type who was a light sleeper and not a deep sleeper.
Does this child trust him that much? She's only known him for a short time and she can fall asleep next to him?
Having been trusted so much, Senju Takeshi was instantly like a cat owner whose legs were pinned down by a cat, unable to move.
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[Mini Theater]
Senju Takeya: I lost a cat.
Uchiha Osaka: Where is my best friend? Where is my best friend?! My best-friend—could I be the only one who got transmigrated because of divine retribution?! Yeah, that kid should go to heaven, not suffer in this damn ninja world. Just you wait, my best friend! Even if it's heaven, I'll eventually bring you back by blasting you apart with my bare hands in my Susanoo Gundam!
Senju Takeya: But I found another cat.
Indra Otsutsuki: Little brother, I think I've met a strange but very nice person, so I won't go home for now (and then he falls asleep).
Ashura Otsutsuki: Ni-san--
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