Chapter 9 Planting Trees During the Ninja Clan Era (9) Only exists in the author's chat area...
On his way back to Xilin Village, Indra passed through a village and saw that it had been ravaged. He then asked a villager kneeling and wailing nearby what had happened.
Indra carried a bundle on his shoulder, clearly a passing traveler. He was handsome and fair-skinned, and his clothes were clean and tidy, made of fine material and with a modern cut. A snow-white rabbit was perched on his shoulder. Anyone who wasn't blind could see that the young man was extraordinary, able to live so respectably alone in this world.
The villager, as if grasping at a straw, tearfully recounted everything that had happened.
A group of bandits broke into the village, stealing not only grain, chickens, ducks, cattle, and sheep, but also assaulting the village women. The villager's wife was not spared either. If that were all, she could have gritted her teeth and continued to live. However, her child protected his mother and got in the way of the bandits. The bandits killed the child with a knife. The wife couldn't bear it and hanged herself.
This tragedy did not only happen to the villager's family, but to the entire village, turning the once peaceful village into an extremely lifeless place.
If it weren't for the burning hatred in his heart and his burning desire for revenge, this villager would have loved to leave this cruel world with his wife and children.
“You just wait, I will make you take your revenge,” Indra said. He pulled up the villager who was about to kneel down and kowtow, and spread his chakra to sense and search for the bandits.
This wasn't the first time Indra had done something like this.
He would discern the truth of the matter. If it was true, he would bring the culprit before the victim and let them decide how to take revenge. Almost all the victims chose to make the murderer pay with his life. They knew in their hearts that they only had one chance, and if they didn't kill the other party, the other party would definitely kill them in return.
They dare not attempt to gamble with human nature, because nine times out of ten they will suffer a crushing defeat.
The more Indra saw, the more he realized how naively ridiculous his father was. That man had never truly delved into or come into contact with the lives of ordinary people. That man was born a strongman. When the goddess of the rabbit was alive, he was her son, with a noble and high status. After sealing his mother, he became the only Sage of Six Paths in the ninja world.
When you are powerful, you will only have good people around you. The more tyrannical a lord is in front of the people, the more kind he is in front of his father!
If a father cannot see the true evil, how can he possibly see it clearly and understand it thoroughly?
They said they wanted to end the war and the chaos, but what has changed in the many years since the Ninja Clan was established? The things my father saw were too general and macroscopic, so much so that after he finished establishing the Ninja Clan, he didn't know what to do next. However, because of his fear of the Goddess of the Rabbit, he deliberately avoided following a similar path to her—for example, ruling and managing the ninja world.
Violence begets violence, evil begets evil, and justice begets justice. The unified ninja world government should establish inviolable and absolutely supreme rules and regulations, so that those who violate the rules will suffer unbearable consequences. This is what the ninja world needs right now!
Indra found the bandits. He watched as they set up camp and drank and ate heartily, thoroughly enjoying themselves. Among the bandits were several beautiful but poorly clothed women huddled together, trembling.
The rabbit on his shoulder moved. Indra looked down and saw that Little Platinum had taken off the small scroll and charcoal pencil he was carrying, wrote a message and handed it to him. Indra's expression darkened as soon as he saw it.
—[Among those bandits was someone who, during my first year with my master, was beaten by him for attacking Xilin Village, and subsequently suffered amnesia after I slapped him.]
Indra clenched his teeth, his eyes flashing with a sharp and fierce killing intent. The three tomoe that spun rapidly in the blood-red light began to twist and condense into new patterns.
Indeed, the wicked are inherently evil and unchangeable. Even given a second chance, they would repeat their evil deeds. Father, you were wrong! If sinners aren't made to understand the consequences of their actions, they will only become addicted to crime! These people deserve to be condemned to the deepest hell, never to be reborn! Indra could fully imagine how remorseful and heartbroken his elder brother would be upon learning of this…
Today, Indra will personally clean up this rubbish for his elder brother! This rubbish, which should have died long ago, does not deserve to cause his gentle and compassionate elder brother regret and remorse!
Indra, who had personally slaughtered the bandits, used his kaleidoscope to read the villager's memories and found his enemy. He took the man's head back with him, saying, "Sorry, I couldn't help killing them all."
Looking at the hateful head thrown in front of him, the villager burst into tears again. This time, his tears were of relief and joy, but after the joy came endless regret and resentment: "You are our great benefactor! My wife and children can rest in peace now—if only you had appeared sooner!"
Indra was unmoved by the words. He, the villager, and the village were all just passing through. He only wanted to see his elder brother, so he didn't linger any longer and ran off.
—Xilin Mountain, noon.
"I'm back, elder brother."
Upon hearing his sworn brother's voice, Senju Take, who was sitting on the grass basking in the sun, turned around and saw his brother, whose clothes were splattered with blood on one side. The blood on his clothes had dried completely, showing that the boy had not rested along the way and had even given himself time to clean himself up.
"I killed someone."
The boy said this, his dark eyes looking at him.
Senju Takeya stood up, brushed the grass off his body, walked to Indra, reached out and rubbed his younger brother's head, and Little White Gold jumped back onto Senju Takeya's shoulder.
"Brother, aren't you going to ask anything?" Indra asked, seeing that Thousand-Hand Bamboo was about to lead the way to the treehouse.
“You must have done the best you could,” Senju Take replied.
Thousand Hand Bamboo didn't know what Indra had gone through. He only knew that his younger brother was the most trustworthy and obedient brother in the world. If he had killed someone, then the fault certainly did not lie with him.
In a world without a legal system and without widespread moral standards, violence becomes the most direct means of combating violence.
Senju Takeya also has his own equation in his heart.
Indra is a good person. The people he can't help but kill must be bad people. Bad people must have done something unforgivable. Every cause has its effect. When the bad people are discovered by Indra, who has great power and the ability to execute, they have done something unforgivable. That is the result of sowing cause and reaping effect.
Indra looked at Senju Takeya and remained silent for a long time before finally chuckling, "As expected of my elder brother."
All the negative emotions and complex feelings that had been building up in his heart were simply washed away by a single sentence from Senju Takeya, and he felt much lighter afterward.
"I won't become a bad kid in my brother's eyes just because I killed a bad guy, right?" Indra stepped forward and took Senju Takeya's hand. The black-haired boy's hand was still warm and strong, giving him a sense of security.
When Indra met Senju Takeya's gaze, he seemed to see a dazzling silver-white halo flash across his brother's eyes.
Indra.
"yes!"
“Your soul remains clean and pure,” Senju Take said gently and calmly. “There’s no need to worry.”
That little bit of red left from taking the life of an evil person could not shake the brilliance and fortitude of Indra's soul. In fact, that little bit of red was not dirty; it was pure and calm, carrying the golden glow that symbolized merit.
This shows that Indra did not kill for his own benefit, but rather resolutely killed the evildoer to protect others and the weak. It is evident that the cause-and-effect relationship is positive and direct, and Indra will not be tainted by the karmic consequences.
Indra fulfilled his promise to Senju Takeya perfectly.
Realizing what was happening, Indra slowly opened his eyes. The usually self-disciplined and composed young man's resolve hardened, and a smile he couldn't help but reveal spread across his face: "I understand! Brother!"
The little platinum immediately looked at its master. The moment its master lowered his gaze, it knew that its unparalleled master had become stronger and had developed new skills.
As Indra grew, Senjutake was not left behind either—although he had never cultivated at all, everything happened naturally, as naturally as breathing and drinking water.
Thus, Thousand Hand Bamboo took the first step in breaking through the limitations of pure physical attacks and took a big step towards striking the soul and spirit.
In short, the punches can now inflict real damage.
A life lived on extraordinary success needs no further explanation.
News of Indra's return quickly spread throughout Xilin Village, and everyone joyfully held a banquet to celebrate and entertain him. They even brought out the village's best wine—a fruit wine that could be sold at an extremely high price to lords and nobles. Only Xilin Village had the conditions to grow grapes good enough for winemaking.
As Indra grew up, Senju no longer stopped him from drinking.
When Senju Takeshi is present, the villagers are always a little reserved, but they are exceptionally open and relaxed around Indra. After all, they have watched Indra grow up. So after sending Indra to the banquet, Senju Takeshi also left where no one else could see him. His meal had been prepared separately by the villagers and sent to the shrine at the foot of the mountain.
Faced with these warm and sincere villagers, Indra simply couldn't refuse their enthusiasm and could only drink cup after cup.
When Qian Shouzhu saw that it was almost time, he came down the mountain to pick up Indra. What he saw was Indra sitting on a chair, drunk and motionless, unusually well-behaved and quiet.
This was Indra's first time drinking and his first time getting drunk. His behavior while drunk was excellent; he didn't make a fuss or cause any disturbance, but just sat quietly and looked around.
Thousand Hand Bamboo walked up to Indra, who then slowly raised his head. Thousand Hand Bamboo reached out and took Indra's hand, leading him home.
Indra followed Senju Takeya without struggling, and calmly asked, "Who are you?"
Thousand-handed Bamboo remained silent.
Indra stared intently at Thousand Hand Bamboo for a while, then asked, "You... how old are you?"
"Older than you." Qian Shouzhu didn't know how to say his age. Before transmigrating, he was 26 years old, but after transmigrating, he returned to his teenage years at 16. So many years have passed and he hasn't changed much. According to his psychological age, he is already a 30+ uncle.
"Oh...do you...do you have anyone at home?" Indra asked, muttering to himself, much like a little bird tentatively testing the waters.
Senju Takeya: "I have a younger brother."
Indra fell silent, and his upturned hair seemed to droop for some reason.
The rest of the journey was quiet until they reached the treehouse, where Qian Shouzhu suddenly noticed that the person he was holding onto had stopped.
"Will this disturb you...?"
"Stop bothering me, my foot." Senju Takeya said directly, expressionless, "You're my brother."
Indra's eyes lit up immediately, and his droopy hairs perked up again, looking even more energetic, strangely resembling cat ears. "You're my brother!"
Senju Takeya: "Mm."
—Leading someone to jump onto the treehouse.
"You're my brother!"
"Um."
— To wipe someone's face with a damp cloth.
"You're my brother!"
"Um."
—After washing up, I lay down in bed.
"You're my brother!"
"Um."
Thousand Hand Bamboo lay in bed looking at the ceiling. He felt that apart from growing taller and stronger, his Indra hadn't changed at all. But did that mean he had taken good care of him?
"Nii-chan... thank you..."
"Hmm." Senju Takek responded subconsciously, then realized that Indra had fallen asleep. He turned to his side, tucked the edges of the blanket around his sleeping brother, and stared blankly for a long time before looking at the little white gold sleeping between their pillows.
Only then did he belatedly realize whether he, with his detached emotions and shallow kinship, had truly become a qualified older brother.
No, if it were any other child, they would have kept their distance from him at first glance.
Thousand Hand Bamboo gently and carefully rubbed Indra's head.
He should be thanking Indra, because it was Indra who first placed his trust in them, which made their relationship possible.
Are there any children in this world more angelic than Indra?
—【***! Believe it or not, I could slap you to death!】
Qian Shouzhu also remembered; yes, he did have one—his best friend from childhood.
besides……
Did Indra just call out "Ni-chan"?
Good heavens, how can there be such an adorable younger brother as Indra in this world?
Thousand Hand Bamboo also suffered from insomnia with a blank expression.
A note from the author:
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It was really hard to come up with a synopsis. I've tried my best, so it's just "a close friend of the Uchiha clan who only exists in the chat section."
Uchiha Osaka: Hmm? Can't you figure out why you would hurt me?
Even though the tag included "hilarious," I feel like I veered a bit too far-fetched, damn it! [Cao Cao angrily covers his rice bowl, gif] But I won't give up the struggle! [Pushes the rice back into the bowl.gif]
[Mini Theater]
Indra is a younger brother who suffers from amnesia when drunk, calls out "Ni-chan," and is extremely clingy to Ni-chan, but then blacks out. This phenomenon has never changed since his first time getting drunk.
Leaving aside the early stages, later on, it's best to avoid letting the drunken Indra encounter Ashura, otherwise, an incident will occur where Indra says, "I don't know who you are, but I feel I should give you a good beating with Susanoo." This is highly discouraged because it might lead people to believe that Indra is a drunkard and will act out.
Obito Uchiha: Tsk, anyone who made that suggestion is obviously a brother complex like Takeya Senju. It's unbearable to watch.
Uchiha Osaka: Yeah, unlike me, I'll give you a good beating with Susanoo even if I'm not drunk.
Obito Uchiha: ...?
Uchiha Ogima: (Smiling)
Obito Uchiha: No?! Ogasawara Uchiha, are you out of your mind?! Can't you even be a little gentler towards Uchiha who are older than you?!
Uchiha Osaka: Haha~ I think I heard my dog barking?
Obito Uchiha: [Shaking with rage] You bastard—!!!
Uchiha Fugaku: [Weary] Sigh ↘ Haven't you come to terms with reality yet, Obito? — No, Ogima's dog.
Obito Uchiha: [Completely Red-Hot] You're a bastard too—!!!
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