Chapter 396: 340. Chapter 335: Kids Fighting Is Really Boring

340. Chapter 335: Kids Fighting Is Really Boring

Susanoo was the ninjutsu Indra liked most besides Lightning Style. Standing in the cockpit of the Susanoo, he could look down upon the world; the masses were like ants, and everything he once had to look up to had turned into mere grass.

Of course, the most important point was that Indra's Susanoo could pick up Ashura's ridiculous wooden dolls with one hand and toy with them at will.

To summarize in one word:

Huge!

Hashirama Senju, standing on the head of a Wood Golem, stared with a grave expression at the Black Fox Knight who had suddenly raised his hand to weave hand seals. The opponent had previously suppressed him with nothing but taijutsu, and now that he was showing off ninjutsu, he was likely hiding something big.

"Wood Style: Wood Dragon Jutsu!"

Although he didn't know what kind of jutsu the opponent was going to use, the wind-up was already exposed, and it would be inexcusable not to seize the opportunity. He immediately clapped his hands to summon two thick wood dragons, which bit toward the Black Fox Knight.

"Rumble!!!"

"Quite clever, much better than that idiot."

Indra raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected this generation of Ashura's reincarnation to be such a smart cookie, much better than those hot-headed youths from before.

"A pity, they are nothing but bugs."

The technique was already prepared. Beneath the faceplate, Indra's eyes erupted with a predatory crimson. As the three tomoe spun rapidly, two purple palms comparable in size to a Tailed Beast condensed behind him. Compared to the palms, the thick wood dragons looked as ridiculous as caterpillars in one's hand.

"Susanoo."

Indra spoke indifferently, and the purple phantom behind him rose again. One hundred, two hundred, three hundred—the height refreshed Hashirama Senju's worldview again and again.

Not until that purple phantom pierced into the clouds did he swallow, moistening his parched throat.

"How can it be this big?"

Susanoo was an old acquaintance of Hashirama Senju. When he fought with the Uchiha clan, he often piloted his Wood Golem to clash with the "Gundams" of Madara Uchiha and his brother. The sizes were comparable, so they had their wins and losses, making them evenly matched.

But this was the first time Hashirama Senju had seen this strange purple Susanoo, and its exaggerated size was at least twice as large as Madara's. His Wood Golem stood before the Susanoo, barely reaching its waist.

"Hoo~ A bit straining, as expected. It's not even half my size, but it's enough."

Standing in the cockpit of the purple Susanoo, Indra looked down at the Wood Golem that was half his height and curled his lips in slight disappointment. It was clear this size did not meet his expectations.

"Swish~"

Not very satisfied, Indra decided to find a punching bag to vent his anger. He immediately manipulated the Susanoo to draw its long purple blade and swung it toward the stunned Hashirama Senju.

Witnessing the giant blade descending from above, Hashirama Senju immediately controlled the Wood Golem to jump backward to dodge. However, because the size of the opponent's long blade was too exaggerated, the Wood Golem couldn't evade in time and still had half its body sliced off by the blade's aura.

The small mountain behind it also suffered, having its peak sliced off in one go. The terrifying power of this casual strike made Hashirama Senju, who was falling rapidly, feel a chill in his heart.

"Wood Style: Wood Human Jutsu!"

But he did not choose to wait for death. He immediately clapped his hands and performed the Wood Human Jutsu. The Wood Golem that had just been sliced in two began to grow rapidly from the smooth wound, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into two Wood Golems.

"No matter how many ants there are, they are still ants~"

Even if the number of Wood Golems increased, in Indra's eyes, it was just an extra figurine; there was no need to worry at all.

"Boom! Rumble!"

Hashirama Senju pressed his palms together, manipulating the two Wood Golems to frantically release wood dragons to harass the Susanoo, but the results were minimal. His attacks couldn't even break the Susanoo's defense.

"Do I have to do it again?"

In Hashirama Senju's view, the only way now was to use the Thousand Armed Wood Buddha again to summon the giant wooden statue to fight him.

But his previous consumption hadn't been fully replenished. Chakra was one thing, but natural energy was harder to gather. He needed at least a few minutes to prepare, otherwise, his energy gathering would be interrupted as soon as the battle started.

"Slap!"

Just as Hashirama Senju was struggling with his thoughts, the two Wood Golems made a careless move and were scooped up by the purple Susanoo, held in its hand like a strong man grabbing two toddlers. No matter how they struggled, it was to no avail.

Oh no!

Seeing this, Hashirama Senju couldn't care about gathering natural energy. He jumped with all his might, leaping onto the head of the Wood Golem. Looking up, he could just see the Black Fox Knight overlooking everything from the cockpit.

"Too weak. The current Ninja Sect is too weak."

Indra, standing in the cockpit, didn't focus on Hashirama Senju jumping around below. Instead, he opened his perception and scanned the surroundings, finding that the humans within reach were pitifully weak—so weak they couldn't pique his interest at all.

Just after Indra appeared in the world, his aura dissipated into the heavens and earth. The Sage of Six Paths, who was enjoying a massage chair in the silent Pure Land, slowly opened his eyes, his purple ripple-patterned eyes filled with complexity.

"Indra, your obsession is still so heavy..."

Reluctantly standing up, the Sage of Six Paths waved his hand to conceal the massage chair that was still working, then began to consider how to solve the problem of his disobedient son.

Isn't this inherited? You didn't listen to Mom either, right~

"Big Brother! Did you sense it? The grand-nephew has run out!"

Just as the Sage of Six Paths was lamenting family discord and unfilial children, a hurried figure descended from the sky. It was none other than Hamura Otsutsuki, who was stationed on the moon.

"I know."

The Sage of Six Paths nodded gently. He hadn't expected that even Hamura, far away on the moon, would be alarmed. It seemed that the boy Indra had awakened quite thoroughly this time.

"Then what should we do? If we let him keep causing trouble, the people on the ground will suffer!"

Hamura Otsutsuki said very nervously. This flustered expression actually piqued the curiosity of the Sage of Six Paths. He knew his brother's character clearly; he never liked to meddle in the affairs of the ground, so why was he so concerned this time?

There must be something fishy going on!

"Why so nervous? You only need to watch over Mother well. Worry less about things on the ground."

"How can that be! I'm still waiting for the offerings sent from the ground!"

In his anxiety, Hamura Otsutsuki spoke without thinking, exposing his own little scheme, which scared him into quickly shutting his mouth.

As expected~

The Sage of Six Paths looked at Hamura Otsutsuki with indignation, then shook his head with a sigh and began his daily preaching.

"Hamura, you and I are already dead. Don't be greedy for pleasure. Doing your own job is the right..."

Unable to refute, Hamura Otsutsuki could only hang his head, humbly accepting his brother's education, and indicated that he would turn over a new leaf after returning, destroying all the "sugar-coated bullets" sent from the ground to show his determination.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz... Massage chair balance is insufficient, please top up! Massage chair balance is insufficient, please top up!"

However, just as Hagoromo Otsutsuki was preaching with vigor, a buzzing sound suddenly rang out, followed by an electronic voice that Hamura Otsutsuki was also very familiar with, making his eyes instantly sharp.

"Big Brother, you..."

"Cough, cough, cough... Hamura, there is no time to lose. Do you have any good ideas?"

The Sage of Six Paths, whose face couldn't hold up, coughed a few times to ease the awkwardness, then secretly channeled a stream of chakra toward the concealed massage chair, finally stopping the looping electronic voice.

"No, does this mean you have no way either?"

He hadn't expected his brother to be so shameless; not only was he crooked in his own actions, but he was also good at passing the buck. He was just a jailer, what good ideas could he have~

"I remember there is a descendant of yours on the moon with decent strength. Let her go down and deal with Indra?"

As dead people, they could not intervene in anything in the living world unless absolutely necessary, otherwise, it would disrupt the balance between the living world and the Pure Land, allowing the strange monsters sealed by the Sage of Six Paths during his lifetime to take advantage of the chaos and escape.

"No, no, that descendant of mine is no match for the grand-nephew."

Hamura Otsutsuki shook his head repeatedly upon hearing this. The descendant the Sage of Six Paths spoke of was the current head of the Otsutsuki clan on the moon, Princess Otsutsuki. Although she had the blessing of the Tenseigan, she was no match for Indra; going down would be purely serving herself up on a platter.

"Tsk."

The Sage of Six Paths was also a bit conflicted at this moment. In the current world, was there really no one left who could rival Indra?

"Big Brother, isn't there still Ashura? His reincarnation should be at his peak; he can fight Indra!"

Seeing his brother looking troubled, Hamura Otsutsuki immediately offered a suggestion.

"Hoo~ How do you think Indra woke up?"

Rolling his eyes at his brother, who had a head full of "mosaics," the Sage of Six Paths said irritably.

"I don't know either~"

"He revived while fighting Ashura's reincarnation. Right now, he is rubbing the other guy into the ground!"

"Then hurry up and think of a way to revive Ashura too, otherwise the ground is going to be finished~"

"Do you think I don't want to? But Indra's consciousness awakening was purely an accident. I don't even know how that kid revived with his memories."

The Sage of Six Paths shook his head, feeling very puzzled. As the most omniscient person in this world, even he couldn't figure out how Indra had awakened.

"Forget it. In the end, Indra only has that clump of chakra left. Once he kills Ashura's reincarnation, he will soon reincarnate again."

With no solution for the time being, the Sage of Six Paths had to choose to wait and see. He was one of the witnesses to the thousand-year struggle between Indra and Ashura, so he knew very clearly that as long as one of the reincarnations died, the other would follow shortly after, waiting for the next victory or defeat.

"So we are just going to OMO like this?"

Worried about his future offerings, Hamura Otsutsuki asked with a frown.

"No matter. Our primary task is to watch over Mother. I have had a bad premonition lately."

"What premonition?"

Hamura Otsutsuki asked repeatedly. He knew the Sage of Six Paths' premonitions were always accurate.

The Sage of Six Paths frowned and slowly spat out a sentence:

"Mother might be about to break out of prison."

"Tap! A right whip kick, tai, a left front kick..."

The purple Gundam several miles away was frantically ravaging the two little wooden golems, while Gin Uchiha was leisurely making hand-shaken lemonade, pounding away while humming a strange little tune with unclear lyrics.

"Hashirama has sat in the T0 position for so long; it's about time he enjoyed the daily life of the working masses~"

Indra's appearance was indeed beyond Gin Uchiha's expectations, but he wasn't worried. Instead, he clicked his tongue while watching the frantically beaten Hashirama Senju.

If you ask why, it's because that prop was crafted by him. Recalling it would be a matter of a single thought. Once the buckle lost its effect, Indra's chakra would return to wherever it came from.

"Alright! Sweet and sour hand-shaken lemonade, please enjoy~"

After pounding the juice out of the lemon in his hand, Gin Uchiha filtered it into a cup. After adding various toppings, he didn't choose to enjoy it alone; instead, he snapped his fingers.

A black hole slowly opened in the void, and a slender little hand reached out, snatching the carefully crafted hand-shaken lemonade from Gin Uchiha's hand.

"Welcome back next time!"

After the black hole disappeared, Gin Uchiha breathed a sigh of relief. If he couldn't coax this little grandmother Kaguya Wangliang, not only might his qualification to transform be permanently revoked by her,

but when sleeping at night, a moody Kaguya Wangliang might drag Gin Uchiha into the Shadow Realm, letting him suffer the baptism of negative energy, with nightmares constant and wet dreams no more.

"Sizzle~"

Just as he was secretly complaining in his heart that the dark-skinned royal sister was too overbearing, an alluring aroma suddenly wafted into his nose. Hearing the sound of fat sizzling, Uchiha Gin immediately squatted down and brushed a thick layer of honey onto the chicken wings on the grill.

"Grilled chicken wings, I love eating them~"

Happily clapping his hands while waiting for the wings to finish, he couldn't help but sigh at how beautiful the world was, and how irritable his cousin and Hashirama were.

Is this good?

This is not good~

"These chicken wings look good, I'm taking them."

Just as Uchiha Gin was squinting his eyes, preparing to pick up the grilled chicken wings to feast, the familiar little black hand appeared again. With lightning speed, it snatched away the delicacy he had spent half the day painstakingly grilling.

"Hey~ what are you doing!"

Looking at the white-haired, dark-skinned royal sister squatting on the ground with lemonade in one hand and chicken wings in the other, Uchiha Gin, his heart turned to ash, let out a "Kun" cry.

Crunch~ crunch~

However, Kaguya, who was eating until her mouth was oily, did not feel there was anything wrong with her behavior; instead, she tilted her head in confusion.

Isn't it only natural for a descendant to offer tribute to their ancestor?

"Plop~"

Having quickly finished off the chicken wings, Kaguya spat the chicken bones—which would make even a dog shed tears—onto the ground. She stood up and ignored Uchiha Gin, who had fallen into an emo state, instead watching the giant tokusatsu battle in the distance with great interest.

Hagoromo's children, they're so lively!

In terms of seniority, the two fighting were her own grandsons. Lacking any sense of being an elder, she simply felt that the way the children were fighting was truly boring~

"Ha~ I'm going back to sleep."

As expected, women don't understand the romance of giant battles. After watching the children fight for a while, Kaguya yawned out of boredom. Leaving behind one sentence, she disappeared into a black hole in the void.

"Sigh~"

Looking at the mess all over the ground, Uchiha Gin sighed. Who told her to be the heirloom his grandfather left him? Even if he didn't like it, he couldn't just deduct it.

"Swish!"

Just then, a giant severed arm whistled past Uchiha Gin's scalp and smashed into a mountain behind him.

Turning his head to look at the gradually withering wooden arm, Uchiha Gin felt it was time for him to step in and end the battle.

Otherwise, Hashirama might really be played to death by Indra.

"Huff~ huff~ huff~"

On the battlefield, a disheveled Hashirama Senju was panting heavily. The wooden figure beneath him had only one arm left; although the buds at the break were slowly repairing, the speed was much slower than before.

"Madara!"

With a slightly pale complexion, Hashirama Senju tried once again to call out his best friend's name. The sound fell into Indra's ears, making his mood involuntarily become irritable.

"Why are you two so close?"

The expressionless Indra opened the cockpit door for the first time, landed in front of the panting Hashirama Senju, and questioned him in a cold, chilling tone.

Although he hadn't seen all of Uchiha Madara's memories, judging from Hashirama Senju's performance, the relationship between the two was profound. This deep bond reminded Indra of his childhood.

Back then, Indra and Asura were a pair of good brothers—two people and one dog—sharing both blessings and hardships.

It was just a pity that fate played tricks on them; after growing up, the two became enemies due to conflicting ideologies, and the struggle had continued to this day.

But now, these reincarnations, who should have been at each other's throats upon meeting, had actually become closer than brothers. How could this not surprise Indra?

"Give Madara back!"

The Sage markings on Hashirama Senju's face had long since faded. After several rounds of ravaging by the Susanoo, the chakra in his body was already exhausted, but the thought of saving Uchiha Madara remained completely unaffected.

"Truly annoying."

Looking at the resolute Hashirama Senju, the irritability in Indra's heart reached its peak.

"Clang~"

After drawing the black-blue longsword at his waist with one hand, Indra walked step by step toward the weak Hashirama Senju. Even through the faceplate, one could feel his intense killing intent.

Whoosh!

Seeing the Black Fox Knight approaching step by step, there was no fear in Hashirama Senju's eyes; instead, there was a hint of anticipation. He bent down and lunged forward, his two large hands reaching toward Indra's waist.

His target was the Black Fox buckle hanging at his waist.

Snap!

Not expecting to actually make contact with the buckle, the anticipation in Hashirama Senju's eyes turned into deep joy. Now, he only needed to pull the buckle away, and Uchiha Madara could be restored.

"Eh?"

But how could things be that simple? Hashirama Senju was surprised to find that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the buckle even a fraction. While he was still confused, Indra's palm had already pressed against his chest.

Blue light flashed, and immense force entered his body.

"Pfft!"

Spitting out blood, Hashirama Senju was struck by Indra's palm, causing his internal organs to shift, and blood flowed endlessly from his mouth and nose.

"Cough, cough, cough."

But he still didn't give up. After struggling to stand up, he stumbled toward Indra.

Seeing Hashirama Senju like an unkillable cockroach, Indra didn't hesitate and raised his long blade to meet him. He wanted to see if the Asura reincarnation's head was harder, or if his blade was faster.

"Madara..."

Due to excessive blood loss, Hashirama Senju's consciousness was beginning to blur, but he still murmured Uchiha Madara's name.

"Die~"

The long blade in his hand was raised high. Just as Indra was about to execute Hashirama Senju, he suddenly discovered that his body couldn't move.

"Eh?"

Immediately after, Indra's consciousness was pulled into that previous sea of consciousness.

As soon as he landed, he was met with a pair of scarlet eyes with complex patterns. His body stiffened subconsciously.

The next second, a large hand with sharp claws hugged him tightly. No matter how Indra struggled, the owner of these claws seemed determined not to let go.

"Are you going to make an enemy of me?"

Having calmed down, Indra looked past Uchiha Madara and directly questioned the owner of the claws.

"I have no choice; I have my own difficulties."

The Nine-Tails, having been manipulated by Uchiha Madara again using the "Broken Kun Gate" incident, looked extremely dejected. There was no sign of happiness at all from having caught Indra.

"Nine-Tails, enough talk, let's attack together!"

Uchiha Madara, who had long harbored deep resentment toward the Black Fox Knight, had no intention of communicating further and directly urged the Nine-Tails to fight side-by-side with him.

"Roar~ Eh?"

Hearing the Nine-Tails roar, it prepared to fling the Indra it held in its hand away, but something that made it break out in a cold sweat happened.

Indra, who had been held in its hand, appeared on its nose out of nowhere. His purple compound eyes stared into its eyes without any emotion. This terrifying scene almost scared the Nine-Tails into being reborn on the spot.

"Thump!"

Indra raised a foot and kicked the Nine-Tails between its eyes. The powerful impact sent it flying backward, and it rolled several times on the ground before stopping.

"Whoosh~"

Not expecting the Nine-Tails to be defeated in one exchange, Uchiha Madara felt he couldn't just sit and wait for death, so he chose to rush forward, wanting to test the depth of the Black Fox Knight before him.

"Thud~"

History is always surprisingly similar. Even though Uchiha Madara was mentally prepared, he was still shocked by Indra's formidable strength. His taijutsu, which he took pride in, was as immature as a toddler's babbling in front of the Black Fox Knight.

After only a few moves, Uchiha Madara was knocked away by Indra. Touching his slightly aching chest, he didn't choose to give up. Hashirama must still be struggling to hold on outside; he couldn't be a burden!

"Clang~"

"Clash!"

"Snap!"

Uchiha Madara was attacking with all his might, while Indra was receiving attack after attack with leisurely ease.

Although Uchiha Madara was his enemy now, Indra couldn't help but be amazed by his taijutsu, which was as gorgeous as a dance. This reincarnation was exactly to his taste.

Except for being a bit disobedient, he was full of merits.

"Thump!"

Knocked away by Indra again, Uchiha Madara gritted his teeth and looked up. Why was this Black Fox Knight's combat experience so rich, as if he could predict his attacks?

"Give up, you cannot be my match~"

Indra shook his head. Although Uchiha Madara's courage was commendable, the hard strength was right there.

He was an insurmountable mountain.

"What did you do to Hashirama?"

Hearing Indra use the word "you two," Uchiha Madara immediately became alert. Ignoring his injured consciousness, he scrambled up to question him.

"Already killed him."

Saying these four words with an expressionless face, Indra wanted to see just how far this reincarnation could go.

BOOM!!!

As soon as the words fell, the entire consciousness space suddenly ignited with raging flames. Accompanied by the flash of fire, a gray driver had appeared at the waist of Uchiha Madara, who stood frozen in place. (End of chapter)