MM Racing Chapter 37: Indra
Chapter 37: Indra
Regarding your request for a job transfer...
"However, next, you will have to write a 10,000-word self-criticism."
"If you write well, I'll transfer you to the historian's department. You can see many books there, and it would be good for you to study history."
Wan Ci stood up and said.
"Thank you, Immortal! You are truly virtuous!"
Black Zetsu's face lit up with joy, and he quickly knelt down to express his gratitude.
Although the history department is quite boring, at least you can look at history, read books, and even slack off with those working frogs when you have nothing to do.
Experience the life of a working-class person.
It's at least better than being a security guard at a mausoleum.
This kind of life... I'd be content with it...
Nodding repeatedly, Black Zetsu was fairly obedient to the reformation.
Of course, it's also possible that Black Zetsu is cosplaying himself, learning the skills of patience and optimism through countless repetitions.
But that's alright. Once Black Zetsu realizes he can't revive his mother, he will naturally begin to truly integrate into life on Mount Myōboku.
..........
Several years have passed
The morning mist had not yet dissipated.
Sunlight streamed obliquely through the window, landing on the bamboo slips in front of Yu Yi.
Yu Yi sat upright, teaching two four- or five-year-old children to read beside her.
On the left, Indra has handsome features and exudes a calm demeanor despite his young age, gently tracing the patterns on the bamboo slip with his fingertips.
Ashura on the right appears more lively, with a round face that still retains a childlike innocence. He occasionally steals glances at the birds flying outside the window, looking quite playful.
"Father."
"Why don't we have the same power as you?"
Indra suddenly raised his eyes and asked with clear gaze.
Yu Yi paused, holding the bamboo scroll, and looked up at her eldest son, her tone calm: "I believe that you only need a sound mind and a healthy body; you don't need power."
"I see..."
Indra frowned slightly, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes, but he did not ask any further questions.
His gaze slowly turned to the main wall of the lecture hall, where a portrait hung. The person in the painting wore a black and red robe and had indifferent eyes. He was none other than the founder of the Ninja Sect—the Sage of Six Paths, Manji.
"Father, is that our ancestor, the Sage of Six Paths?" Indra asked softly.
Asura, who was standing nearby, also looked over.
Yu Yi followed his gaze and slowly nodded: "That's right, he is my master, and the root of our Ninja Sect."
"Did Father learn his power from the Sage of Six Paths?"
Indra's voice held a hint of urgency.
Yu Yi nodded: "Yes."
"Can I go to him to learn?"
Indra sat up abruptly, his eyes gleaming with longing.
Yu Yi raised an eyebrow, her tone becoming more serious: "Indra, why are you so fixated on power today?"
Indra lowered his eyelashes, his tone tinged with regret: "Yesterday, Ashura and I went out to gather herbs and encountered a wild wolf. If it weren't for the timely arrival of our senior brother from the Ninja Sect, we would probably have been injured."
I think that if I had the power, I could protect myself and also protect Asura.
"Yeah, yeah!"
Ashura immediately chimed in, patting his chest with lingering fear: "That wolf's eyes were so fierce, my legs went weak!"
Yu Yi remained silent for a moment after hearing this, then slowly stood up, her gaze falling on the two children. She said earnestly, "You don't need power. True power comes from inner resilience and kindness, from knowing how to connect with others and rely on each other."
He never intended to pass on the power of chakra to his two children, even though they inherited his bloodline, they had not yet grasped the true meaning of power.
Yu Yi turned around and walked steadily out of the lecture hall, leaving the two boys looking at each other in bewilderment.
Indra watched his father's retreating figure, pursed his lips, and did not insist any further.
He was precocious and knew how to read people's expressions. When his father was unwilling to teach him, he would stop bothering him. But the longing in his heart was like a seed that quietly sprouted.
"Ha~"
Ashura yawned widely, rubbed his eyes, and looked at Indra.
"Brother, it's getting late, let's go to sleep."
As he spoke, he pounced on the tatami mat beside him, pulled the quilt over himself, and soon began to breathe evenly.
Indra, however, was not sleepy. He continued to gaze at the portrait on the wall, his fingertips clenching gently.
If his father wouldn't teach him, then he would go find his father's master—the legendary Six Paths Immortal.
The book records that the immortal was on good terms with the toads of Mount Myōboku, who could speak human language and might be able to help him find the immortal's whereabouts.
Once this thought took root, it could never be erased. Indra slowly closed his eyes, already having made up his mind.
In the following days, Indra could be seen frequently in the mountains and forests of the Ninja Clan.
He avoided the crowd and wandered through the dense forest, carefully searching every corner, all in order to find the talking toad.
He searched every stream, tree hollow, and rock pile near the Ninja Sect from dawn till dusk, but he still couldn't find the talking toad.
As the sun set, its golden rays bathed the bamboo grove. Indra slumped wearily onto a large rock, gazing up at the setting sun and letting out a long sigh.
"Sigh! After searching for so many days, is it really just a matter of luck?"
His voice carried a hint of disappointment, but he showed no sign of giving up. He simply gazed at the sky, his eyes still burning with a thirst for power.
Myoboku Mountain Sage Hall
Wanci was sitting on a stone seat, flipping through a scroll spread out in front of him, which was covered with dense writing.
It was the 10,000-word self-criticism that Hei Jue had spent several days and nights writing.
Black Jue huddled in a corner of the hall, stealing glances at Wan Ci's expression every now and then, afraid that the immortal would be dissatisfied and give him more tasks.
"Wonderful, wonderful, Black Zetsu! Your self-criticism is well-written! It's good because it shows kindness! It's good because it shows you understand how to reflect on Kaguya's mistakes!"
He nodded repeatedly in praise.
Black Zetsu immediately smiled and said, "You flatter me, Immortal!"
Just then, Fukasaku Toad hurried in with his short strides!
"Great Immortal, news has come from the Ninja Sect that Lord Hagoromo's eldest son, Indra, has been searching in the mountains and forests near the Ninja Sect for the past few days, seemingly looking for a talking toad. It seems he is trying to find your whereabouts."
Shen Zuo the toad bowed respectfully.
"Oh?"
Manji paused, his fingers still holding the bamboo scroll, and looked up at Fukasaku, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "Indra is looking for me?"
He hadn't expected that Yu Yi's eldest son would take the initiative to come looking for him.
"Heh, Black Zetsu, you've come to me of all the power you need to revive Kaguya."
Wanci smiled and looked at Hei Zetsu, teasing him.
"Uh, Immortal, you're joking. I've been your person for a long time. As for me, Kuroze, I've actually been a member of Mount Myōboku for a long time."
Black Zetsu chuckled.
Wan chuckled twice: "Haha..."
"Great Immortal, should I send a toad to lure him away with illusion magic, or simply send him away?"
The hermit Fukasaku inquired, saying that Mount Myōboku has never easily interfered in the affairs of the Ninja Clan, let alone the descendants of Hagoromo.
Wanci waved his hand, casually placed the bamboo slip aside, and said indifferently, "No need."
"Fukasaku, take Black Zetsu to the History Department at Mount Myōboku."
Wanci pointed at Black Jue
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure vanished from the hall, leaving only a faint trace of Sage Chakra.
Black Zetsu's face lit up with joy, and he respectfully approached Fukasaku the toad: "Master Fukasaku, please enlighten me, senior!"
Shen Zuo the toad nodded slightly.