In the current world, there were no other clans; there was only the Otsutsuki Clan. The Ninja Sect, serving as the supreme military organization, was the origin and predecessor of modern ninja.
As the eldest son of Otsutsuki Hagoromo, Indra had been intelligent and eager to learn from a young age. He even used his brilliant mind to invent the hand seals used by ninja. It could be said that the emergence of ninja was inseparable from Indra's invention of these seals.
However, despite his formidable talent, Indra failed to gain the recognition of the Six Paths Sage, Otsutsuki Hagoromo. Furthermore, due to Black Zetsu's instigation, he completely turned his back on the Ninja Sect and engaged in an endless battle with Ashura, who had inherited it.
Indra was arrogant and believed in the supremacy of power, so not many people followed him—only about a thousand. In contrast, Ashura upheld the power of love and companionship, and the number of people following him exceeded ten thousand, more than ten times that of Indra.
Fortunately, almost everyone on Indra's side was an expert. There were dozens who had reached Super Kage-level strength, dozens of Kage-level experts, and hundreds of Quasi-Kage fighters. The rest were all at least Chunin or Jonin level; there was not a single Genin among them.
Such a powerful army would have been a world-destroying force in Isamu's era. The Five Kage of later generations would have been little more than side characters if placed in this age.
"Look at this world. War is everywhere. The Old Man created the Ninja Sect, yet people are still killing each other, and the ordinary soldiers of the nations are constantly slaughtering one another as well. Do you know the reason for this?"
On a mountain more than a thousand meters high, Indra and Isamu stood side by side on a cliff, overlooking the boundless land beneath them.
Even though it was night, the world was still filled with the sounds of battle. Wars raged constantly. Driven by the conflicting ideologies of Indra and Ashura, warriors across the world clashed endlessly, while nations fought desperately to expand their territories.
"Because there is no one powerful enough to lead them," Isamu replied calmly after a brief silence.
He understood some of Indra's thinking. He himself had once entertained similar ideas, though he had eventually abandoned them.
"Hmm."
Indra's eyes lit up immediately, but he quickly regained his composure.
"Then tell me, how do you think peace can be brought to this world?"
"Power."
Isamu answered without hesitation.
"As long as someone possesses absolute and overwhelming power, they can stand at the pinnacle and command everyone in the world. Whether there is peace or war will be decided by that person."
Of course, he knew that wasn't an absolute truth. Someone with the power to control the world's fate could also lose their way, just as Otsutsuki Kaguya had once done after bringing a brief period of peace through her overwhelming strength.
Isamu himself had once considered ending the age of chaos through absolute military force. However, if conflict simply returned after his death, then that peace would be meaningless. Besides, ninja affairs should be left to ninja. He was not a saint, and saving the world was not his responsibility.
"Old Man, Ashura—I, Indra, will prove to both of you that only absolute power can bring peace to the world!"
Isamu's words clearly pleased Indra. At last, someone had acknowledged his philosophy, and this person possessed the same eyes as him and strength no weaker than his own.
"Lord Indra, Mandala and Garuda request an audience!"
One of Indra's subordinates suddenly appeared behind them, kneeling respectfully on one knee.
Naturally, that respect was directed toward Indra, not Isamu.
"Oh? They actually came at a time like this."
Indra frowned slightly before speaking indifferently.
"Very well. I understand. Take them to the reception hall first."
"Yes, Lord Indra!"
After receiving his orders, the subordinate disappeared immediately.
Listening from the side, Isamu felt somewhat puzzled. He had never heard of anyone named Mandala or Garuda before. However, judging from Indra's expression, these two were clearly not ordinary people.
"Who are Mandala and Garuda?" Isamu asked.
"Oh, they're my younger brother and sister, as well as the son and daughter of the Old Man's brother. They live in a distant land, so if they've come all the way here, they must have some important business."
Indra explained casually.
It was obvious that Indra's dissatisfaction with Otsutsuki Hagoromo ran deep. He didn't even bother referring to Otsutsuki Hamura by name, instead calling him "the Old Man's brother."
"Descendants of Otsutsuki Hamura?"
Isamu was surprised.
The original history had never mentioned these two. The only descendant of Hamura he knew was Toneri Otsutsuki, the man who would eventually wipe out both the main and branch families on the moon, leaving himself as the sole survivor.
From that alone, it was obvious that Otsutsuki Hamura had descendants and had not died without leaving a bloodline behind.
"Isamu, are you interested in meeting them?" Indra asked.
"Since they are descendants of the Six Paths Sage's brother, I'm definitely interested."
Isamu was genuinely curious. As Hamura's descendants, perhaps they possessed the potential to awaken the Tenseigan, the legendary eye said to surpass the Byakugan.
"Hmm. Then let's go."
Indra nodded and headed toward his clan settlement.
How interesting.
Even Hamura's descendants have appeared.
Indra and Ashura. Mandala and Garuda.
Things are becoming more and more interesting.
A gleam flashed through Isamu's eyes as he followed behind Indra.
When they arrived at the main hall, Isamu found a group of Indra's children surrounding two people and chatting enthusiastically.
Due to the uncertainty of this era, Indra had fathered dozens of children with several wives. Yet perhaps because of fate, every one of those wives had died shortly after giving birth. As a result, Indra had spent most of his life alone.
Now forty years old, he had no intention of marrying again and simply lived by himself.
"Father!"
Seeing Indra arrive, his children greeted him one after another.
"That's enough. All of you may leave. I still have matters to discuss with your aunt and the others."
Indra looked at his children expressionlessly.
It wasn't that he disliked them, but neither did he particularly favor them.
He had always believed in the supremacy of power, yet none of his children had inherited the Mangekyo Sharingan. This disappointed him greatly.
Among dozens of descendants already in their twenties, not a single one had managed to inherit Indra's ultimate power.
How could he not be disappointed?
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