MM Racing Chapter 57: The glorious era of the Ninja Clan has come to an end...
Chapter 57: The glorious era of the Ninja Clan has come to an end...
"I hereby declare the Ninja Sect disbanded!"
"Because people have different understandings of faith, we will not force everyone to agree on one belief. Let's all go our separate ways."
On the high platform of the Ninja Sect Plaza.
The Senju clan patriarch, dressed in solemn clan attire, announced as the fourth head of the Ninja Sect;
"I, the Fourth Hokage of the Ninja Clan, hereby declare the dissolution of the Ninja Clan!"
The moment the words left his mouth, the Ninja Sect Plaza erupted in a deafening cheer, the sound waves stirring the clouds in the sky and lingering for a long time.
Genuine joy was on everyone's face!
His eyes sparkled with anticipation for the future!
Everyone knows it!
The old era has come to an end!
A brand new era has begun!
"My Feathered Robe Clan declares independence!"
"The Nara clan declares independence!"
"The Uzumaki clan declares independence!"
"The Sarutobi clan declares independence!"
"........."
One announcement after another rang out!
The tribal chiefs, heads held high and chests out, led their respective tribesmen away in high spirits, their steps light and unrestrained.
"Hahaha!"
The Senju clan chief, beaming, gestured to his clansmen and led the Senju lineage away from the plaza that had witnessed a century of ninja history.
Only in a corner of the bustling crowd
A small figure stood alone.
It was Senju Shuichi.
He looked up at his youthful face, gazing at the scattered members of his clansmen, and at the gradually emptying Ninja Sect Square.
A couple of clear tears streamed down Senju Shu's face without warning, landing on his clothes...
"Huh? Shuichi Senju? Why are you crying?"
A questioning voice came from beside him. The little guy tilted his head and looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"I......"
Shuichi Senju was startled and subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face. His fingertips touched warm tears, and he was lost in confusion.
Why?
He clearly didn't have much affection for the Ninja Clan and never felt any attachment to the sect.
But as he watched the Ninja Clan disintegrate, a sharp pain shot through his heart, and even his breath felt bitter.
As if from the unseen realm, his soul was grieving...
His soul is weeping...
Shuichi Senju shook his head blankly, his voice still choked with emotion: "I...I don't know."
"Alright, finally I don't have to live with those idiots anymore. From now on, everyone can live their own lives. It's much more comfortable!"
The child jumped around excitedly, his face beaming with joy.
Senju Shuichi raised his eyes and asked softly, "Where does your Uzumaki clan plan to go?"
"We want to go to the island!"
"There's an uninhabited island to the southeast. We, the Whirlpool Clan, will settle there!"
The child with the swirling vortex smiled broadly, his eyes crinkling with pride.
"Go to the island?"
Shuichi Senju paused for a moment, then nodded silently, keeping those words in mind.
After that day, the Ninja Clan, which had existed for hundreds of years, completely disappeared from the world.
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Mount Myoki
Upon learning this, Wanci couldn't help but sigh and immediately composed a poem at Mount Myoboku:
"The ancestral altar, which had stood for a thousand years, was destroyed in a single day, and the various ethnic groups went their separate ways, facing a long and uncertain future."
"Where we once built our dreams together, only smoke and dust remain to tell of the passing years."
At this time, only a little over a decade had passed since the death of the Third Hokage of the Ninja Sect, Sarutobi.
It has only been sixty years since Ashura passed away...
It has only been a century since the death of Hagoromo Sage, the founder of the Ninja Sect...
Therefore, time really can change a lot of things.
Before his death, Sarutobi devoted himself to protecting the stability of the Ninja Clan, but he never imagined that the Ninja Clan would not be destroyed by the external enemy, the Uchiha, but would collapse due to its own internal discord and disunity.
at the same time
Inside the History Museum deep in the Myoboku Mountains.
The air was thick with the scent of old books, and piles of yellowed historical manuscripts stood like mountains.
Black Zetsu and Fukasaku were working at their desks, organizing historical materials from various dynasties.
The news of the disintegration of the Ninja Clan came suddenly.
Both of them paused, their hands holding pens momentarily lost in thought, before a deep sigh welled up in their eyes.
"Sigh! We've witnessed history again..."
Fukasaku put down his brush, hunched over, and looked in the direction of the Ninja Clan, his aged voice filled with emotion.
The lineage of Mount Myōboku has witnessed the changes in the ninja world for generations, and now they are personally watching an era come to an end.
The witnesses of Mount Myoboku are still being seen.
Black Zetsu lowered his eyes to look at the historical scrolls on the table, let out a long sigh, his tone calm yet revealing a detached indifference to the ways of the world.
"Inevitably, certainly, the wheels of history roll forward relentlessly."
Aside from the celestial being's belief in the Six Paths of Reincarnation, everything in this world will eventually be swept into the dustbin of history by the relentless tide of change.
Black Zetsu sighed.
In the past, upon hearing the news of the destruction of the Ninja Clan, Black Zetsu would have clapped his hands in delight and spent many years in the History Museum at Mount Myōboku, recording the rise and fall of history day after day.
Black Zetsu has long since shed his former obsession and learned to view the rise and fall of the world with an objective perspective.
"Alas, the glorious era of the Ninja Clan has come to an end..."
The two exchanged a glance and exclaimed in unison. Then they picked up their brushes again, dipped them in ink, and solemnly began to write on the new historical scroll, determined to forever etch this magnificent period of history into the annals.
Meanwhile, atop a high mountain thousands of miles away, a fierce wind howled, whipping clothes into a fluttering motion.
The Uchiha clan patriarch stood with his hands behind his back, with his eldest son, Uchiha Izumi, standing beside him. The father and son gazed into the distance, taking in the sight of clan members from various clans fleeing to different places and leaving their clans.
"Father, the Ninja Sect has disintegrated..."
Uchiha Izumi spoke softly, his calm tone concealing a complex mix of emotions that were difficult to articulate.
The Uchiha clan chief threw his head back and laughed heartily, his voice booming with joy: "Oh dear, this is truly a wonderful thing!"
The Uchiha clan leader gazed at the scattered clan members in the distance, his eyes filled with a sense of triumphant satisfaction: "Back then, when my grandfather was on his deathbed, he earnestly instructed me to destroy the Ninja Clan."
Now that our wish has been fulfilled, we will immediately go back and pay homage to the Six Paths Immortal and our ancestors!
No one knew that this spirited Uchiha clan leader was the same innocent child who stood by the side of the aging Indra on that snowy day, watching his grandfather fall one last time.
After decades, he finally fulfilled Indra's lifelong obsession.
"Let's go! A new era has begun."
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Five years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Along the banks of a clear river, a gentle breeze rustles the green grass on both sides.
Two boys arrived unexpectedly and stood facing each other by the babbling stream, their auras completely different.
Shuichi Senju picked up a fallen leaf and gently tossed it onto the river. Watching the leaf sway gently with the waves, he spoke with a clear and bright expression, "Hello, my name is Shuichi. What's your name?"
The young man opposite him had a cold and aloof face, his brows etched with the arrogance of the Uchiha lineage. He lightly twirled a red leaf between his fingers and casually tossed it into the water, his voice clear and crisp:
"My name is Izumi Ichi!"
"......."
Shuichi Senju and Izumi Uchiha gaze at each other silently.
The moment their eyes met, it was as if an invisible torrent of time surged within them.
The dust of the old clan has settled, the mountains and rivers have changed, and two young men meet in a chaotic world.
At this moment, the era of the Ninja Clan came to a complete end.
Various powerful ninja clans rose up.
A tumultuous and turbulent era has begun.