A veteran of the ninja world: surviving from the Six Paths of Heroes to Boruto

Chapter 56: Goodnight Ashura, goodnight Indra, goodnight Sarutobi.

"Is Asura dead?"

A question from old age

Indra received the message three months later.

Upon hearing these words, Indra paused abruptly and then fell into a deep daze.

Indra stood frozen in place.

After a long while, he murmured to himself in the void, his voice filled with an indescribable complexity.

"He just died like that? So peacefully..."

It was resentment, it was melancholy, it was the fact that the nemesis he had confronted and pursued throughout his life had ended in such a calm and uneventful way, and there was also a sense of emptiness that even he himself was unwilling to admit.

Staggering, Indra slowly slumped back onto the cold stone seat, his remaining arrogance barely concealing his dejected state of old age.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, what's wrong?"

A clear, childlike voice rang out as Indra's grandson toddled up to him, his little legs trembling. He looked up at Indra with a bewildered expression and gently tugged at his cloak.

Indra's cloudy eyes snapped back to reality. He slowly lowered his head, his withered hand gently stroking his grandson's soft hair. His movements were unusually gentle, but his tone was imbued with a lifelong obsession: "Just an old friend... You must remember your mission: destroy the Ninja Sect!"

The little grandson blinked his clear eyes, his gaze filled with confusion.

"I understand, Grandpa."

The little grandson obediently nodded and responded softly.

"Good boy..."

Indra said no more.

Slowly stood up

They walked step by step towards the outside of the hall.

Before I knew it, snow began to fall softly from the sky, with goose-feather-like snowflakes dancing in the air, turning the world white.

A cold wind whistled past, carrying snowflakes that pelted his shoulders, soaking through his heavy cloak, and the biting chill seeped into his very bones.

"Cold? Does weakening the soul really shorten lifespan?"

Indra looked up at the leaden sky, letting the cold wind fill his clothes, his voice so soft it was almost swallowed by the wind and snow.

My feet crunched softly on the thick snow.

Amidst the swirling snowflakes, that solitary figure, who had lived a life of pride, could no longer hold on and slowly collapsed onto the cold snow.

"grandfather!!!"

The heart-wrenching cries suddenly shattered the tranquility of the Ninja Clan founded by Indra, causing the entire clan to tremble.

Indra died.

That descendant of the Otsutsuki clan, who emerged out of nowhere and lived a life of arrogance, forging a legend with his extraordinary bloodline and powerful ninjutsu, has finally come to the end of his life.

A legend has come to an end.

But on the very night Indra died, something strange happened—

His cold body vanished without a trace amidst the vigil of his clansmen, leaving only an empty stone platform where the body lay.

... .....

Mount Myoboku, deep within the ethereal land of the toad, shrouded in mist.

Indra's body appeared silently in this place.

Wanci stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze falling lightly on the body before him. His eyes held neither sorrow nor joy, yet he clearly understood the preciousness of this physical form.

Those eyes, that body with bloodline and flesh that are almost the origin of the Otsutsuki clan, are rare treasures in the world. If they were to fall into the mortal realm, they would inevitably attract endless fighting and killing, and end up being dissected, dismembered, and having all their value squeezed out.

Others may misunderstand, but Wanci never harbored the slightest covetousness.

Ashura had Sarutobi to properly cremate him after his death, allowing him to enjoy peace in the afterlife. Indra, however, lived a solitary life and never had such support after his death.

"I will not allow your corpse to be dissected."

He spoke softly, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable certainty.

With a casual wave of his hand, several anti-corrosion talismans radiating toad-like immortal power instantly covered Indra's entire body. At the same time, he formed hand seals with his fingertips, and a series of hidden immortal spells swirled around him, completely sealing and properly preserving the body.

After doing all this, Wanci slowly closed his eyes and fell into silence.

Time has been too long.

Kaguya has long been sealed away, White Eyebrows and White Monkey King have perished one after another, and even Hagoromo and Hamura have long since turned to dust.

Now, even the Asuras and Indras, who were entangled throughout their lives, have all departed from this world.

He lived for many years, outliving generation after generation of old friends, and witnessed all the life and death separations in the world.

Even if one's lifespan is endless.

Faced with the passing of old friends one after another, Wanci's heart still couldn't help but feel a long sigh and loneliness.

"Never mind, let's meet again a thousand years from now."

Ten thousand times I waved slightly and left.

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Many more years have passed.

Twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Sarutobi of the Ninja Clan was already over a hundred years old, making him a true pillar and senior figure of the Ninja Clan.

The Ninja Clan and the Uchiha Clan of the Indra lineage ultimately faced their fateful war.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The battlefield was filled with smoke and the deafening roar of exploding explosive tags.

A deafening roar sent dust billowing into the air, followed by a series of crisp, clattering sounds as if things were colliding.

"Although I am old, I am someone who lived through that era, and I have seen far too many storms like this..."

The centenarian Sarutobi, with his white hair and beard, stood alone in the center of the battlefield, his emaciated body wrapped in tattered ninja robes.

Opposite him, dozens of Uchiha clansmen rushed towards him in a pincer movement, each with a scarlet Sharingan with three tomoe in their eyes, flashing with cold light and exuding murderous intent.

This was a desperate battle.

Dozens of crimson Sharingan eyes locked onto Sarutobi simultaneously, predicting his every move. The Great Fireball Technique erupted from all directions, and crimson waves of fire swept across the sky, completely sealing off Sarutobi's escape route.

"Hahaha, yo yo yo, old man, you're not doing so well anymore, are you?"

Sarutobi's expression was solemn, and his withered hands rapidly formed hand seals, instantly raising Earth Release: Earth Flow Wall.

However, the fire-style technique of the three-tomoe Uchiha was far more powerful than that of ordinary people. The thick earthen wall was instantly burned, cracked, and collapsed. The heat wave scorched his skin, and he staggered back several steps, his breathing becoming rapid.

"Old man, I'm sending you to see Yu Yi!"

The Uchiha clan members, having gained the upper hand, pressed their advantage relentlessly, unleashing a torrent of kunai and shuriken like a storm, while the Sharingan's genjutsu ensnared Sarutobi like an invisible net.

"Heh heh heh, how many years have you been practicing ninjutsu?! When your former clan leader was teaching ninjutsu, you were probably still nowhere to be found!"

"Break it!"

Sarutobi, now a hundred years old, was no longer as agile as he had been in his prime. He relied on the experience passed down through the ninja sect for a hundred years to forcefully break the illusion.

"Wind Release: Great Breakthrough!"

The wind-style attack swept out, deflecting most of the hidden weapons, but a few kunai still grazed his arm, and blood instantly soaked through his clothes.

"You old bastard, prepare to die!"

The Uchiha clansmen shouted loudly, and several of them simultaneously unleashed the Great Dragon Fire Technique, sending several fire dragons coiling around Sarutobi with bared fangs and claws.

Sarutobi gritted his teeth and endured the pain, his chakra surging wildly. Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet Technique was unleashed, and the water dragon and the fire dragon collided with a deafening roar, filling the entire area with water vapor.

But his aging body could no longer withstand such intense chakra consumption!

"Cough cough cough..."

Sarutobi's chest heaved violently, crimson blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and even his hands, which were forming hand seals, began to tremble slightly.

Dozens of Uchiha clansmen seized the opportunity to get close, their taijutsu enhanced by the three-tomoe Sharingan was sharp and tricky, and their fist shadows and leg winds rained down on Sarutobi.

Sarutobi struggled to stay afloat, his aged body repeatedly struck, his clothes ripped to shreds.

But he is a veteran of the Ninja Clan for a hundred years, and the last bulwark protecting the Ninja Clan!

"I can't fall!"

Sarutobi suddenly roared.

Having exhausted all the remaining chakra in his body, he formed the sealing hand seals, a secret technique of the Ninja Clan.

"Sealing Technique: Four Directions Demon Sealing Array!!!!"

A pale golden sealing technique instantly rose from the ground, transforming into a cage that tightly trapped dozens of Uchiha clan members. The Sharingan's genjutsu and taijutsu were completely rendered ineffective before the secret sealing technique.

Sarutobi used every last bit of his strength!

With his palm pressed against the core of the sealing array, the spell suddenly tightened!

Dozens of Uchiha masters froze, their chakra completely sealed, and they all collapsed to the ground, powerless to resist.

The battle has ended.

"From now on, the future of the Ninja Clan is in your hands..."

Sarutobi's gaze was distant and unfocused.

Sarutobi could no longer hold on and collapsed heavily to his knees on the scorched earth, blood gushing from his wounds all over his body.

"But it was all worth it!"

Sarutobi felt a surge of pride; though he had died, the Ninja Clan had been saved!

Worth it

"Open and honest before the patriarch!"

"Openly and honestly, I see the feathered robe!"

"Meet the Asuras with complete honesty and openness!"

"The Ninja Sect has been saved!"