"I announce that the Ninja Sect is now disbanded!"
"Because everyone now has different understandings of belief, we will not force everyone to follow a single faith. Everyone can go their own way."
On the high platform of the Ninja Sect plaza, the clan leader of the Senju clan was wearing the solemn internal clan clothing.
As the Fourth Leader of the Ninja Sect, he announced, "I, the Fourth Leader of the Ninja Sect, declare that the Ninja Sect is disbanded!"
The moment the words fell, the Ninja Sect plaza instantly erupted with earth-shaking cheers. The waves of sound stirred the drifting clouds in the sky and lasted for a long time.
Everyone's face was filled with real joy.
Their eyes sparkled with hope for the future.
Everyone clearly understood in their hearts.
The old era had ended.
A brand new age had begun.
"The Hagoromo clan declares independence!"
This ninja clan really exists. I usually do not create original things. I basically refer to the original work and will not randomly change things. "The Nara clan declares independence!"
"The Uzumaki clan declares independence!"
"The Sarutobi clan declares independence!"
"....."
Voices of declaration sounded one after another.
The leaders of each clan raised their heads proudly and led their clan members away in all directions with high spirits. Their steps were light, and there was no longer any restraint.
"Hahaha!"
The Senju clan leader was also full of joy. He raised his hand to signal the clan members and slowly left this plaza that had carried a hundred years of the Ninja Sect with the people of the Senju lineage.
Only in a noisy corner of the crowd
a small figure stood there alone.
It was Senju Shuichi.
He raised his young face and looked at the clan members from different clans who were scattering apart. He looked at the Ninja Sect plaza that was slowly becoming empty.
Two lines of clear tears suddenly slid down Senju Shuichi's face and fell onto his clothes...
"Huh? Senju Shuichi? Why are you crying?"
A puzzled voice of a Uzumaki child came from beside him. The little guy tilted his head and looked at him with confusion in his eyes.
"I..."
Senju Shuichi suddenly froze. He subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face. His fingertips touched the warm tears, and he also fell into confusion.
Why?
He clearly did not have much feeling for the Ninja Sect. He had never felt that this sect was something he could not let go of.
But watching the Ninja Sect break apart with his own eyes, a sharp pain suddenly came from his chest, and even breathing felt sour.
As if somewhere unseen, his soul was in pain...
His soul was crying...
Senju Shuichi shook his head in confusion. His voice still carried the choking from before.
"I... I don't know."
"Alright, we finally don't have to live together with those idiots anymore. From now on every clan lives their own life. It's much more free!"
The Uzumaki child jumped excitedly, his face full of happiness.
Senju Shuichi raised his eyes and asked softly, "Where does your Uzumaki clan plan to go?"
"We're going to an island!"
"There's an uninhabited island in the southeast. Our Uzumaki clan will settle there!"
The Uzumaki child smiled brightly, his tone full of pride.
This is not a joke either. The Land of Whirlpool is really on a southeastern island..... "An island?"
Senju Shuichi paused slightly, then silently nodded and kept those words in his heart.
After this day, the Ninja Sect that had existed for several hundred years completely disappeared from the world.
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[Mount Myoboku]
After Arisu learned about it, he could not help sighing. He immediately wrote a poem at Mount Myoboku, "A thousand-year sect altar scattered in a single morning, all clans set off on their long roads apart."
"The place where we once built dreams together, now only wind and dust speak of passing years."
At this time, it had only been a little more than ten years since the Third Leader of the Ninja Sect, Sarutobi, passed away.
Only sixty years had passed since Asura died...
And only a hundred years had passed since the founder of the Ninja Sect, Sage Hagoromo, fell...
So it shows that time can really change many, many things.
Before Sarutobi died, he had exhausted all his effort, dedicating everything to protecting the stability of the Ninja Sect.
Yet until death he never imagined that the Ninja Sect would not be destroyed by the external enemy Uchiha's power, but would collapse because of its own division and discord.
At the same time, inside the history archive deep in Mount Myoboku, the smell of old books filled the air, and yellowed historical manuscripts were piled up like mountains.
Black Zetsu and Fukasaku were organizing historical records from past generations at a desk.
The news of the Ninja Sect breaking apart suddenly arrived.
Both of them paused with the brushes in their hands. At first they stared blankly, then their eyes filled with deep sighs.
"Sigh! We have witnessed history again…"
Fukasaku put down the brush and looked toward the direction of the Ninja Sect with his hunched body. His old voice was full of emotion.
The Mount Myoboku lineage had witnessed the changes of the ninja world for generations. At this moment, they once again personally watched an era come to an end.
The witnessing faction of Mount Myoboku was still witnessing.
Black Zetsu lowered his eyes and looked at the historical scrolls on the desk. He let out a long sigh. His tone was calm but carried the feeling of someone who had seen through the world.
"It was inevitable. It was certain. The wheels of history roll forward, and nothing can stop them.
Except for the faith of the Six Paths Sage, everything in the world will eventually be swept into the trash pile of history by the rushing tide."
Black Zetsu sighed.
In the past, hearing the news of the Ninja Sect's destruction would have made Black Zetsu clap with joy.
But after many years settling down in the Mount Myoboku history archive, recording the rise and fall of history day after day, Black Zetsu had already shed his old stubbornness and learned to look at the world's separations and unions with an objective gaze.
"Sigh, the magnificent great era of the Ninja Sect has ended…"
The two looked at each other and spoke the same words at the same time.
Then they picked up their brushes again, dipped them in ink, and solemnly wrote on a brand new historical scroll, preparing to permanently record this magnificent piece of history.
At the same time, on the top of a high mountain thousands of miles away, strong winds howled and blew their clothes in the air.
The Uchiha clan leader stood with his hands behind his back. Beside him stood his eldest son, Uchiha Izumichi.
The father and son looked far into the distance and took in the scene of all the clans leaving in different directions and migrating away from the Ninja Sect.
"Father, the Ninja Sect has broken apart…", Uchiha Izumichi spoke softly. His calm tone carried a trace of complicated emotion that was hard to describe.
But the Uchiha clan leader threw his head back and laughed loudly. His voice was bold and cheerful.
"Oh, this is a great thing!", The Uchiha clan leader looked at the clans scattering in the distance. His eyes were full of satisfaction.
"Back then, when my grandfather was about to die, he repeatedly told me that I must destroy the Ninja Sect."
"Now the wish has finally been fulfilled. After we return, we will immediately worship the Six Paths Sage and worship our ancestors!"
No one knew that this spirited Uchiha clan leader was the same young child from that snowy day long ago, the one who stood beside the dying Indra and watched his grandfather fall for the last time.
After several decades of time, he had finally completed Indra's lifelong obsession.
"Let's go. A new era has arrived."
———
Five years passed in the blink of an eye.
Beside a clear river, a gentle wind moved the grass on both sides and made soft rustling sounds.
Two young boys arrived there by coincidence. They stood facing each other beside the flowing water, their auras completely different.
Senju Shuichi raised his hand and picked up a fallen leaf. He lightly threw it onto the surface of the river and watched it sway with the water. Then he spoke with a clear and bright expression.
"Hello, my name is Shuichi. What is your name?"
The boy opposite him had a cold face, and the pride of the Uchiha lineage was carved between his brows.
He lightly rubbed a red leaf between his fingers and calmly tossed it into the water. His voice was cold and neat.
"My name is Izumichi!"
"....."
Senju Shuichi and Uchiha Izumichi quietly looked at each other.
At the moment their gazes collided, it felt as if an invisible torrent of history rushed through their eyes.
The old sect turned to dust and the mountains and rivers changed. Two young boys met as a chaotic world began.
At this moment, the era of the Ninja Sect completely faded away.
All the great ninja clans rose together.
The magnificent era of great chaos had begun.