Chapter 7 Planting Trees During the Ninja Clan Era (7) A White Tomorrow is Underway...
The Lunar New Year is just around the corner, but for the villagers, the closer it gets, the less they can afford to relax.
Indra couldn't understand why until a group of menacing warriors arrived. These men, carrying sharp swords, stormed into the peaceful village. They had somehow learned of the village's wealth and believed that the grain and gold that rightfully belonged to the land's lord had been secretly hidden. They came to demand it with fierce expressions.
The villagers are all honest people. They have all handed over their share of grain. However, in recent years, thanks to the protection of the mountain god, the grain production has been much higher than in previous years. After paying their fixed share, they have more surplus grain to eat and can also sell some to grain merchants to save up for the future.
However, some people just can't stand to see others doing well, especially lords who are obsessed with other people's money and grain and regard them as their own. When they know that the common people in their territory are doing well, they think that these people must be cunning and greedy and have hidden their share of tribute. Otherwise, how could they be doing well? Their money and grain belong to them alone.
Having learned the whole story from the shadows, Indra was so disgusted by the lord's greed and the warrior's ugly face that he almost vomited, and his eyes turned red with anger.
The Ninja Clan is still too small. Father's power has indeed intimidated these people. Within the Ninja Clan's territory, life is peaceful and prosperous. The lord is kind and tolerant and does not engage in exploitation or oppression. The people can live and work in peace. But what about other places? Didn't Father's Rinnegan, with its great love in his heart, see this?
The villagers vehemently argued that they had handed over all the grain they were supposed to, but seeing that these warriors ignored their explanations and were about to draw their swords to kill them, Indra rushed out and delivered a divine act of justice, using his Sharingan to unleash a genjutsu on each of these uninvited guests.
Indra completely disregarded his father's words about not using force to harm the weak.
The weak? What kind of weaklings are these thugs who bully the weak? Forgiving them is a matter for his father; Indra is by no means a soft-hearted man! Anyone who crosses him will not have an easy time! This one gets a straight punch! That one gets a flying kick!
Keep punching until you feel satisfied!
After dealing with all the samurai, Indra felt much better. Then, he turned his head and met a pair of burning gazes that made him instinctively take a step back.
"So cool!!!"
"As expected of Lord Indra!"
"That red eye can take someone down with just one glare! Amazing!"
"You are our hero!"
"Lord Indra~~~~"
The villagers all rushed forward with a shout of "Hurrah!"
Indra: Alas!
Indra struggled to escape from the overly enthusiastic embrace of the villagers, but his reluctance to hurt them prevented him from escaping.
Suddenly, Indra felt a sense of relief and quietness around him. When he looked up, he found that Senju Take had appeared in front of him at some point. Senju Take's gaze was also calm and indifferent as he looked at the warriors who had been beaten unconscious. His expression remained calm, but Indra still subconsciously felt a little guilty.
Senju Takeya's gaze slowly shifted to Indra. He raised his hand, and Indra subconsciously lowered his head and closed his eyes. The next second, his brother's warm and strong palm landed on his head and gently rubbed it before asking, "Have you thought of a way to handle the aftermath?"
Indra was stunned for a moment, then shook his head after realizing what he meant.
Senju Takeya nodded, and immediately his most loyal and diligent assistant, Rabbit Xiaobaijin, jumped forward and gave each of the unconscious warriors an amnesiac slap. The slaps were exceptionally loud, but the surrounding villagers were used to it and praised the little divine messenger for being very energetic and powerful.
After eating the leaves of the sapling, the little platinum not only had its genes upgraded, but it could also use chakra and freely absorb and convert natural energy. It also learned many skills without a teacher. Its amnesiac slap was something it learned after Thousand Hands Bamboo helped the villagers deal with bandits for the second time.
When Senju Takeya, who had just transmigrated, first encountered bandits who broke into the village, he did not kill them too ruthlessly. His main purpose was simply to drive them away. However, the bandits who had been released saw that he had no murderous intent and thought he was soft-hearted. After recuperating for half a year and not finding any signs of him in the village, they assumed that he had left and immediately returned.
But the second time, Senju Take still couldn't bring himself to kill. After all, he was a kid who grew up in the safest socialist country in a peaceful world. He had never even thought about hurting others, let alone killing people.
Therefore, the follow-up actions were particularly important. Fortunately, at that time, he already had Xiaobaijin by his side, which gave Qian Shouzhu a second option besides "killing them," and it can be said that these villains were given a real chance to start over.
Otherwise, even if the idea that murder is illegal is still clearly etched in Senju Takeya's mind, he would not hesitate to kill these villains who have invaded twice, because he understands even more clearly that mercy to the enemy is cruelty to one's own people.
Indra is still young, and Senju Takeshi hopes that his sworn brother's hands will not be stained with human lives too early, even though he has realized the cruelty of this world and what kind of path Indra will take in the future, because the burden and guilt of taking lives cannot be easily washed away from the hands like blood.
After Xiaobai Jin slapped each of the samurai equally, some villagers brought over a cart pulled by a donkey to transport the samurai away and abandon them far away. Afterward, these samurai would not only forget all their memories from birth, becoming blank slates like newborns, but they would also unconsciously ignore the existence of this village.
The other villagers quickly began to clean up the mess, erasing and tidying up the traces of the intrusion. Their seamless cooperation showed that this was clearly not the first or second time they had done this.
Thousand Hand Bamboo led Indra back to his home on the mountain and had Indra wash his hands.
After thinking for a long time, Senju Takeshi finally spoke up: "Indra, at least until you grow up, don't kill anyone."
"Why?" Indra was taken aback.
“The weight of life can crush a person. Every time you take someone’s life, whether you know or remember who that person is, the weight of that person’s life has already pressed down on you, and once it begins, there is no turning back.” Senju Takeya explained in a calm tone, “I believe you will not make a decision that you will regret. I just hope that you will consider it carefully when the time comes, Indra.”
Indra murmured, then fell silent.
“You are someone who has the right to choose, which is why I made this request to you.” Senju Takeya’s eyes curved slightly, but for someone who rarely showed any expression, it was a very obvious change in his facial expression, not to mention that the person in front of him was Otsutsuki Indra, who possessed the Sage Eyes.
How could he possibly refuse such an elder brother? Indra nodded, slightly dazed. He couldn't take his eyes off Thousand Hand Bamboo either. If he were to judge, the person in front of him would definitely be the most beautiful boy in the world.
Thousand Hand Bamboo also raised one hand and hooked his little finger with Indra's, and the two made a promise.
"Have you thought about what to do next?" Senju Take also asked.
Without a second's hesitation or confusion, Indra nodded heavily this time and threw himself into Senju Takeya's arms.
Senju Take also rubbed his sworn brother's head vigorously, "Until then, you must grow up well."
"Yes!" Indra looked up at Thousand Hand Bamboo and gave him an almost radiant smile. "I understand!"
Little Platinum jumped onto Senju Takeya's shoulder. Looking at Indra like this, it twitched its ears, seemingly relieved. Although it was hard to tell, Little Platinum had indeed liked this child with red eyes just like it from the first moment it saw him. Otherwise, it would have introduced him to Senju Takeya on the mountain.
It hasn't learned to speak human language yet and can't chat or communicate with Senju Takeya, so it needs a human to keep it company. That's why Little White Gold thought Indra was a good fit.
Being young and good-looking makes one's owner more likely to be soft-hearted and worried about them, naturally leading to more words of advice and instructions; possessing powerful chakra and eye techniques, they can certainly live peacefully in this world for a hundred or eighty years.
However, getting too close and having a connection isn't good either, because this little guy started stealing its work and its owner's attention. Luckily, the little guy's family came looking for it.
Everything is under the control of its Platinum Rabbit!
Indra had figured out what he was going to do next. He would use the Ninja Sect as a starting point to continuously expand its territory and authority until the entire ninja world was brought under its management. He would bring all evil to justice and restrict it, ensuring that good deeds were rewarded and evil deeds were punished. He would overthrow and destroy the so-called lords and the noble class, so that the interests of the masses would no longer be exploited and oppressed, and that everyone with their own strengths would perform their duties.
However, things cannot be rushed. We can first try to have Ninja Clan disciples stationed in various places, with Ninja Clan members guarding every territory, town, and even village. People with chakra are much stronger than ordinary people, and their presence is a silent deterrent to evildoers.
Weapons and power themselves are neither good nor evil; what matters is whether the people who use them are good or evil.
But there's a major prerequisite—that he must be powerful enough to inherit the Ninjutsu sect.
Indra was very confident about this.
Who else could be the next leader of the Ninja Clan besides him? Although Ashura's strength has shown signs of increasing and he continues to improve under his father's guidance, Indra knows his younger brother well. The gentle and kind-hearted Ashura is simply not suitable to be a manager or a leader.
The future plan is clearly visible! A bright tomorrow awaits him!
With this hope, Indra was full of energy. He bid farewell to his elder brother and the people of the village again, and returned to the Ninja Sect with a large bag of tangerines given to him by Senju Takeya.
"Brother!" Upon seeing Indra return, Asura, who had finally escaped his father's strict training, suddenly perked up.
When Indra left the Ninja Clan for the second time, Hagoromo Otsutsuki paid attention to him and noticed that Indra was heading towards a village with a specific purpose. Seeing that Indra seemed to know the way well, Hagoromo stopped paying attention and just waited for Indra to calm down and come back. After all, having run away from home the first time, it wouldn't be surprising if he did it a second time.
However, Hagoromo Otsutsuki wondered if Indra's personality was becoming increasingly spoiled. Although they used to have arguments, Indra would at most sulk and his mood would return to normal the next day. He would never run away.
But it's good that Indra has developed some of the temperament that a child should have.
So this time, Hagoromo Otsutsuki simply instructed Ashura not to run around like his brother, but to focus on training and learning.
Whether by a twist of fate or by destiny, it was as if kings never met. Even the mighty Hagoromo Otsutsuki never noticed the existence of Takeya Senju, nor did he discover the strangeness of that mountain that was neither too close nor too far away. Perhaps it was because its changes did not happen overnight, but rather gradually changed with nature and time.
"Asura!" Indra caught the rushing Asura, spun him around to relieve the pressure, and then stuffed all the tangerines he was carrying onto his back into his brother's arms. "These are tangerines, they're delicious!"
"Give me the whole thing?" Ashura's eyes lit up.
Indra nodded affirmatively, "It's all yours."
Ashura, who was easily satisfied, narrowed his eyes with joy. He knew his brother would definitely remember him!
Ashura ate the entire bag of tangerines in one night and was still a little unsatisfied. When he woke up the next day, he couldn't help but smack his lips and savor the taste.
Indra finally understood what his older brother meant by turning into a Minion after eating too many tangerines.
"Brother!" The Minion jumped up and greeted him.
"..." Indra turned his head away, his shoulders trembling violently as he tried to suppress his laughter, not daring to look at his younger brother any longer. "I'm sorry, Asura..."
"elder brother?!"
A note from the author:
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[Mini Theater]
Previous Chapter —
Thousand Hands Bamboo: Eating too many tangerines will turn you into a Minion.
Indra: A Minion? What kind?
This chapter—
Indra: Okay, I know what the Minions look like now...
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