area51novel Chapter 50: Goodnight, Otsutsuki Hagoromo
Chapter 50: Goodnight, Otsutsuki Hagoromo
A gentle breeze rustled the bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest. Seeing that the obsession between Otsutsuki Hagoromo's brows had completely dissipated, Manji's lips curled into a faint smile, his aura as peaceful as water.
"Alright, get out of class dismissed."
Wanci spoke softly, then turned around as soon as he finished speaking, the hem of his blue robe fluttering slightly, as if he was about to leave.
"Wait for the teacher!"
Yu Yi suddenly called out to him, her voice as soft as a candle flickering in the wind.
Yu Yi slowly closed her eyes, her tone calm: "Master, my days are numbered... My Rinnegan might be of use to you, so consider it my last gift to you."
Wanci's expression suddenly tightened.
He suddenly stopped, inwardly cursing: Damn it, he was so busy showing off and spouting high-sounding principles that he almost forgot the important matter!
Wanci calmly put his hands behind his back and said in a deep voice, "Since that's how you are..."
Before he could finish speaking, two hurried footsteps came rushing in, carrying with them panic and urgency.
"Grandmaster!"
"Father!"
Ashura and Indra rushed over. Indra's murderous aura had not dissipated, and his eyes were fixed on Yu Yi with a fierce look, clearly wanting to go forward and finish her off.
Wanci slightly raised his hand, and an invisible aura spread out, immediately stopping him: "Indra, the battle is over."
He did not want to see Hagoromo kill Indra, nor did he want to see Indra kill Hagoromo.
Both of them were his disciples.
Yu Yi also looked at Ashura and gently comforted him, "Ashura, it's alright. Everyone here is one of us. Our ancestor is one of us, and Indra is one of us..."
Upon hearing this, the two gradually calmed down.
"Hmph! This Ninja Clan is fine with me. You can take the Ninja Clan, and I will go to Mount Myōboku with my patriarch."
Indra snorted coldly. After this battle, he had already seen clearly that the Ninja Clan would never submit to him. Even if he suppressed them with force, it would only make the internal strife worse.
Yu Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at Ashura, and said solemnly, "Ashura, I am about to die. I will entrust the Rinnegan to the Ancestor, and you may cremate my body."
Asura and Indra were shocked, their faces filled with astonishment.
The next moment, Hagoromo's Rinnegan automatically floated out of its eye socket, glowing with a dark purple light, and landed steadily in Wanci's palm.
Wanci was secretly delighted, but his face remained calm and composed.
"This item is precious and has a special connection with my Mount Myōboku."
"To prevent it from being coveted by wicked people, I will keep it safe for you."
He spoke softly, simultaneously hiding the Rinnegan in his sleeve.
None of the three objected.
In their hearts, they possessed lofty moral character and integrity, never coveting power, and regarding all things in the world as nothing more than fleeting clouds.
Moments later, Yu Yi's breath ceased, and she lay in eternal slumber in the bamboo forest.
"Father!!!!"
Ashura knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly.
Indra stood to the side, his eyes filled with complex emotions. Even though his father had tried to kill him, the sudden death of his loved one still left him feeling disoriented.
I took a deep breath and sighed sadly: This old friend has finally left us; another person from that era has been lost.
The following day, in the heart of the Ninja Sect, a solemn funeral was prepared.
Wanci stood in the center of the high platform, his posture as upright as a pine tree; Indra and Asura served on his left and right, their expressions sorrowful and solemn.
The disciples of the Ninja Clan below the stage knelt down in unison, their eyes filled with respect and curiosity.
They often saw Yu Yi, but this founder who had only appeared once since the establishment of the Ren Sect was always a legendary figure in their hearts.
"Welcome, Grandmaster!"
"Welcome, Grandmaster!"
The deafening shouts echoed throughout the Ninja Sect.
From the crowd, Sarutobi quickly stepped forward, bowed deeply, and said respectfully, "Grandmaster, your disciple Sarutobi!"
Manji nodded slightly, looking at Sarutobi, and couldn't help but think of that child from back then.
"The children from back then have grown up to look like this now."
Ten thousand times, words carried a sense of reminiscence.
"It is thanks to the guidance of the patriarch that I have achieved what I have today." Sarutobi lowered his head, his tone becoming increasingly respectful.
Indra and Asura were puzzled by this scene, never expecting that this commoner disciple would have such a connection with their patriarch.
Indra understood as he looked at Sarutobi.
No wonder Sarutobi never flatters me or Ashura, no wonder Sarutobi is favored by Hagoromo.
No wonder Sarutobi is never afraid of himself.
So that's how they had their relationship with the founding master...
"Alright, prepare for the cremation ceremony."
He made the announcement in a deep voice, then slowly rose to his feet under the gaze of everyone, his extraordinary aura spreading out around him.
Wanci's gaze swept over the disciples below the stage, and seeing their blank yet hopeful faces, he sighed slightly in his heart.
Although I know that the Ninja Clan is doomed to perish, I'll still give a formal speech.
People always need a little hope.
Just as everyone will eventually die, but we can't stop living just because we're going to die.
Moreover, the current situation within the Ninja Sect is an internal conflict.
The life-or-death struggle among the high-ranking members of the Ninja Clan was brought to the forefront.
It's not pretty at all.
Ten thousand times, he slowly opened his mouth:
"As disciples of the Ninja Clan, you should always remember the original intention behind the establishment of the clan!"
Hagoromo founded the Ninja Clan, passing on chakra and preaching the Way of Compassion. He did not do so for the sake of power or to dominate the world, but rather to connect people's hearts with chakra, protect all living beings with power, eliminate worldly conflicts, and safeguard the peace of all things.
"Today, the immortal Yu Yi has passed away. The deceased is gone, and the living should not wallow in grief."
You must remember that chakra has no distinction between good and evil; it is the heart that wields the sword that distinguishes between right and wrong.
Indra chose his own path, and the Asura inherited his mantle; both are manifestations of karmic conditions.
Ten thousand times, a single sentence could be used to describe Indra's mistake as choosing his own path, making it sound better.
If one were to stand on the side of the Asura ten thousand times, it would mean that Indra has lost his ideals and beliefs...
Wanci then added:
"The future is bright, but the road is tortuous."
"The inheritance of the Ninja Sect has never been the responsibility of one person, but the heart of everyone."
"In the years to come, no matter how the world changes or how power shifts, you must always stay true to your original aspirations and uphold good intentions."
"Only in this way can we live up to Yu Yi's life's work, fulfill the founding wish of the Ninja Sect, and make our own cultivation worthwhile."
As the admonition fell, a solemn atmosphere descended upon the world. All the disciples of the Ninja Sect bowed their heads in reverence, engraving these words into their hearts.
Having said that, Wanci slightly raised his hand, and the feather robe was cremated under the watchful eyes of everyone.
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"On this day, Hagoromo died, marking the end of an era. From then on, the Ninja Sect welcomed its second sun, Ashura!"
"The future may be bright, but the road is bound to be tortuous. What will become of the Ninja Clan? Perhaps only time will tell... This historical record was written by: Black Zetsu Historian."
"My lord, is this way of writing it acceptable?"
Black Zetsu respectfully handed the scroll to Manji.
Wanci glanced at it briefly, then nodded: "Okay, you'll be responsible for recording this part of the history. Let's just delete the part before that, the part about my battle with Yu Yi. Just briefly mention the power struggle between Indra and Ashura."
Black Zetsu nodded, offering no objection.
"Indeed, history is the history of kings, generals, and nobles. Among these countless histories are the loves and hates of the upper class, while mortals are merely dust..."
Looking at all this history, Black Zetsu couldn't help but sigh and feel a pang of emotion.
From Kaguya to Hagoromo, then to Hagoromo Ninja Clan, and then to Ashura and Indra, it's all a single line.
"Oh? Black Zetsu, I didn't expect you to have a people's historical perspective?"
Wanci smiled faintly and suddenly looked at Hei Jue.
Black Zetsu gave a wry smile upon hearing this: "Immortal, I've recorded so much history that all I can do is sigh."
Wanci leaned back in his seat: "It's good to have feelings; it shows you still have humanity..."
"Black Zetsu - how are things at Mount Myōboku?"
Wanci asked slowly.
"Very good, my heart is now at peace."
Black Zetsu replied.
Having been at Mount Myōboku for so many years, Black Zetsu has become calm.
From initially enduring it all in secret, to eventually accepting life on Mount Myōboku.
Black Zetsu had always thought that Manji was on guard against him.
In reality, Wanci Bird doesn't care much about himself.
Black Zetsu has come to terms with it. That's fine. Life on Mount Myoboku is good. Maybe there will be something even better in the future.
"Perform well. You're now considered a core member of Mount Myōboku. Who knows, you might even rise to a management position someday, and coming and going from Mount Myōboku at will won't be difficult for you..."
After saying this ten thousand times, he slowly walked away.
Manji was genuinely unafraid of Black Zetsu causing trouble; with his strength, capturing Black Zetsu would be a piece of cake.
Moreover, Wanci is connected to Indra and Asura, so with just a few words from me, Black Zetsu would have no chance of succeeding.
Manci left the Myoboku-san History Museum, leaving behind a radiant-looking Black Zetsu.
A glint of light flashed in Black Zetsu's eyes!
"Yes, no matter what, I'm in the same class as Fukasaku. If I perform well, I might be able to become a Black Zetsu Sage, or even a senior member of Mount Myōboku."
Black Zetsu immediately grinned.