Konoha: The thirty-year-old Uchiha lacks motivation.

Susanoo is Indra's favorite ninjutsu besides Lightning Release. When standing in the cockpit of Susanoo, he can look down on the world, where all living beings are like ants, and everything that he once had to look up to has turned into grass.

Of course, the most important point is that Indra's Susanoo can pick up Asura's ridiculous wooden doll and play with it at will.

To sum up in one word:

Big!

Standing atop the wooden Arhat, Hashirama Senju stared intently at the Black Fox Knight, who had suddenly raised his hand to form a hand seal. The opponent had easily suppressed him with taijutsu before, but now he was showing off ninjutsu, which meant he was probably hiding something big.

"Wood Release: Wood Dragon Technique!"

Although he didn't know what kind of escape technique the opponent was going to use, the prelude had already been revealed, so it would be unreasonable not to catch him. He then clapped his hands and summoned two thick wooden dragons, which bit towards the Black Fox Knight.

"Boom!!!"

"He's quite smart, much better than that idiot."

Indra raised an eyebrow, surprised that this reincarnation of Asura was quite intelligent, much better than the previous hotheads.

"Too bad, it's just an insect."

The technique was ready. Beneath the mask, Indra's eyes blazed with a lustful crimson light. As the three tomoe spun rapidly, two purple hands, each the size of a tailed beast, quickly materialized behind him. Compared to the hands, the thick wooden dragon looked like a comical caterpillar.

"Susanoo."

Indra spoke calmly, and the purple phantom behind him rose even higher, its height of one hundred, two hundred, three hundred repeatedly shattering Hashirama Senju's worldview.

Only after the purple phantom pierced the clouds did he swallow hard, moistening his parched throat.

"How can it be so big?"

Susanoo was an old acquaintance of Hashirama Senju. When fighting with the Uchiha clan, he often piloted the wooden puppet and the Uchiha brothers' Gundam to fight. Since the two were of similar size, they fought each other with their own victories and defeats, making them evenly matched.

However, this unfamiliar purple Susanoo was the first time Hashirama Senju had ever seen it. Moreover, its exaggerated size was at least twice the size of Madara. His wooden puppet standing in front of Susanoo only reached his waist.

"Phew~ It's a bit of a stretch, not even half the size of mine, but it's enough."

Standing in the cockpit of the purple Susanoo, Indra looked down at the wooden Arhat doll, which was half a head shorter than him, and gave a slightly disappointed twitch of his lips. It was clear that this size did not suit his taste.

"Whoosh~"

Dissatisfied, Indra decided to vent his anger on a punching bag. He manipulated Susanoo to draw a long purple sword and swung it at the stunned Hashirama Senju.

Seeing the giant blade descending from above, Hashirama Senju immediately controlled the wooden dummy to leap backward and dodge. However, the size of the blade was simply too exaggerated, and the wooden dummy, unable to dodge in time, was still sliced ​​in half by the blade's aura.

The small hill behind him was also affected, its peaks sheared off. The power of this casual slash was terrifying, sending chills down the spine of Hashirama Senju as he plummeted downwards.

"Wood Release: Wood Human Technique!"

However, he did not choose to submit to execution. Instead, he clapped his hands and used the Wooden Man Technique. The wooden man that had just been cut in two began to grow rapidly from the smooth wound, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into two wooden Arhats.

"No matter how many ants there are, they're still ants."

Even if the number of wooden figures increases, in Indra's eyes, it's just another figurine, nothing to worry about.

"Boom! Rumble!"

Hashirama Senju clasped his hands together, manipulating two wooden Arhat figures, frantically unleashing wooden dragons to harass Susanoo, but with little effect; his attacks couldn't even break through Susanoo's defenses.

"Do we have to do it again?"

In Hashirama Senju's view, the only way to fight him now is to use the True Several Thousand Hands again and summon the Wooden Buddha.

However, he hadn't fully recovered from his previous depletion. Chakra was manageable, but natural energy was more difficult to condense. He needed at least a few minutes to prepare, otherwise his energy accumulation would be interrupted as soon as he entered the battle.

"Snapped!"

Just as Hashirama Senju was struggling with his thoughts, the two wooden figures lost their footing and were grabbed and held in the hands of the purple Susanoo, like a strong man grabbing two children. No matter how much they struggled, it was to no avail.

not good!

Seeing this, Hashirama Senju disregarded the need to conserve his natural energy, leaping with all his might to land atop the wooden dummy's head. Looking up, he could see the Black Fox Knight surveying everything from the cockpit.

"Too weak. The current Ninja Clan is too weak."

Standing in the cockpit, Indra did not focus his attention on Hashirama Senju bouncing around below. Instead, he opened his senses and scanned the surrounding area, finding that all the humans within his reach were pitifully weak, so weak that he could not muster any interest in them.

Just after Indra appeared in the world, his aura dissipated into the heavens and earth. The Sage of Six Paths, who was enjoying a massage chair in the silent Pure Land, slowly opened his eyes, his purple eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Indra, your obsession is still so strong."

Reluctantly standing up, the Sage of Six Paths waved his hand to cover the still-operating massage chair, then began to consider how to solve his son's disobedience problem.

Isn't this just a family tradition? You don't listen to your mother either!

"Brother! Did you sense it? My nephew has run away!"

Just as the Sage of Six Paths was lamenting his family discord and his unfilial children, a hurried figure descended from the sky—it was none other than Hagoromo Otsutsuki, who was stationed on the moon.

"I know."

The Sage of Six Paths nodded slightly. He hadn't expected that even Hamura, who was far away on the moon, would be alarmed. It seemed that Indra's awakening this time was quite thorough.

"What should we do then? If we let him continue this commotion, the people on the ground will suffer!"

"I'm very nervous," said Otsutsuki Hamura. His flustered expression aroused the curiosity of the Sage of Six Paths. He knew his younger brother's character very well. He had never liked to meddle in other people's business. Why was he so concerned this time?

There must be something fishy going on!

"Why are you so nervous? You just need to take care of Mother. Don't worry about things on Earth."

"That won't do! I'm still waiting for the offerings from the ground!"

In a moment of panic, Otsutsuki Hamura blurted out his own secret, startling him into quickly shutting his mouth.

Just as I expected~

The Sage of Six Paths looked at Hamura Otsutsuki with indignation in his eyes, then shook his head with a sigh and began his usual sermon.

"Hamura, we're both dead now, so stop indulging in pleasure and focus on doing your job well."

Unable to refute his brother's words, Otsutsuki Hamura could only lower his head and humbly accept his brother's admonition. He promised to turn over a new leaf upon returning home and destroy all the sweet talk offered to him, as a sign of his resolve.

"Massage chair balance insufficient, please top up! Massage chair balance insufficient, please top up!"

However, just as Hagoromo Otsutsuki was getting into his sermon, a buzzing sound suddenly rang out, followed by an electronic voice that Hagoromo Otsutsuki was also very familiar with, causing his eyes to sharpen instantly.

"Big brother, you..."

"Cough cough cough Hamura, there's no time to lose, do you have any good ideas?"

The Sage of Six Paths, feeling somewhat embarrassed, coughed a few times to ease the awkwardness, then secretly channeled a burst of chakra into the massage chair hidden in the shadows, finally stopping the looping electronic sound.

"No, does that mean you can't do anything about it?"

I never imagined my brother could be so shameless. Not only is he dishonest and dishonest, but he's also good at passing the buck. He's just a jailer; what good can he possibly do?

"I remember there's one of your descendants on the moon, quite powerful. Shall we send her down to deal with Indra?"

These dead people should not interfere in anything in the mortal world unless absolutely necessary, otherwise they will disrupt the balance between the mortal world and the Pure Land, allowing the strange demons sealed by the Sage of Six Paths to escape in the chaos.

"No, no, my descendant is no match for my nephew."

Upon hearing this, Hamura Otsutsuki shook his head repeatedly. The descendant mentioned by the Sage of Six Paths was none other than Tsukihime Otsutsuki, the current head of the Otsutsuki clan on the moon. Although Tsukihime had the Tenseigan's blessing, she was no match for Indra and would simply be sent to her death.

"Tsk"

The Sage of Six Paths was also somewhat conflicted at this moment. Was there really no one in the present world who could rival Indra?

"Brother, isn't there still Asura? His reincarnation should be at his peak, capable of fighting Indra!"

Seeing his elder brother looking worried, Ōtsutsuki Hamura immediately offered a plan.

"Phew~ How do you think Indra woke up?"

The Sage of Six Paths rolled his eyes at his younger brother, whose mind was filled with pixelated images, and said irritably,

"I don't know either~"

"He was resurrected while fighting the reincarnation of Ashura, and right now he's utterly crushing his opponent!"

"Then you'd better find a way to revive Asura quickly, otherwise the earth will be doomed!"

"Do you think I didn't want to? But Indra's awakening of consciousness was purely accidental. I don't even know how that kid could have recovered with his memories."

The Sage of Six Paths shook his head in great confusion. As the most knowledgeable person in the world, he couldn't understand how Indra had awakened.

"Well, in the end, all Indra has left is that ball of chakra. Once he kills the reincarnation of Ashura, he will soon be reincarnated again."

Having no immediate solution, the Sage of Six Paths had no choice but to wait and see. He was one of the witnesses to the thousand-year struggle between Indra and Asura, so he knew very well that once one of them died, the other would soon follow, awaiting the next battle.

"So, we'll just stick with OMO then?"

Worried about the future of the Otsutsuki Hamura he would be worshipping, he frowned and asked,

"It's alright. Our priority is to keep an eye on Mother. I've had a bad feeling lately."

"What premonition?"

Hagoromo Otsutsuki pressed for more information, knowing that the Sage of Six Paths' premonitions were always very accurate.

The Sage of Six Paths frowned and slowly uttered a sentence.

"Mother, we might be trying to escape from prison."

"Thud! A right roundhouse kick, hey, a left front kick!"

Several miles away, a purple Gundam was furiously ravaging two small wooden figures, while Uchiha Gin leisurely made lemon-pounding toys, humming a strange little tune with incomprehensible lyrics as he vigorously pounded them.

"Hasuma has been sitting in the T0 position in prison for so long, it's time to let him experience the daily life of the working class~"

Indra's appearance was indeed unexpected by Uchiha Gin, but he wasn't worried. Instead, he clicked his tongue in amazement as he watched Senju Hashirama get brutally beaten.

If you ask why, well, he created that prop himself, and taking it back is just a matter of a thought. Once the buckle fails, Indra's chakra will return to where it came from.

"Alright! Enjoy this sweet and sour hand-whipped lemonade!"

After thoroughly crushing the lemon in his hand to extract all the juice, Uchiha Gin filtered it into a cup, added various toppings, and instead of enjoying it alone, he snapped his fingers.

A black hole slowly opened in the void, and a slender little hand reached out and snatched the carefully made hand-cracked lemon from Uchiha Gin's hand.

"Welcome to visit us again!"

Once the black hole disappeared, Uchiha Gin finally breathed a sigh of relief. If he hadn't appeased this little miss, Wan'er, not only might he have been permanently stripped of his ability to transform, but...

Furthermore, when sleeping at night, if Mikoto is in a bad mood, she might drag Uchiha Gin into the Shadow Realm, subjecting him to a severe baptism of negative energy, causing him to have constant nightmares and no more erotic dreams.

"Sizzle~"

Just as he was secretly criticizing the dark-skinned older woman for being too domineering, an enticing aroma suddenly wafted into his nose. Hearing the sizzling sound of oil, Uchiha Gin immediately squatted down and brushed a thick layer of honey onto the chicken wings on the grill.

"I love roasted chicken wings!"

He clapped his hands contentedly, waiting for the chicken wings to bake, and couldn't help but marvel at how wonderful the world was, while his older cousin and Hashirama in prison were so irritable.

Is this okay?

This is not good~

"These chicken wings look good, I'll take them."

Just as Uchiha Gin was squinting, preparing to pick up the grilled chicken wings and devour them, the familiar little black hand appeared again, swiftly snatching away the food he had painstakingly grilled for half a day.

"Hey~ What are you doing!"

Seeing the white-haired, dark-skinned, mature woman squatting on the ground, holding a lemonade in one hand and a chicken wing in the other, Uchiha Gin, feeling utterly hopeless, let out a cry of despair.

Crunch~ Crunch~

However, Kaguya, whose mouth was greasy from eating, didn't think there was anything wrong with her behavior. Instead, she tilted her head in confusion.

Isn't it only natural for younger generations to make offerings to their ancestors?

"Pat~"

Kaguya quickly finished off the chicken wings, spat the chicken bones (which would make even a dog cry) onto the ground, stood up, ignored the Uchiha Gin who was in a daze, and instead watched the giant tokusatsu battle in the distance with great interest.

Feathered Robe's child is so lively!

According to seniority, the two fighting are Kaguya's beloved grandsons. Completely oblivious to any sense of kinship, she simply finds the way children fight so boring.

"Ha~ I'm going back to sleep."

As expected, women don't understand the romance of giant battles. After watching the children fight for a while, Kaguya got bored and started yawning. With sleepy eyes, she left a sentence and disappeared into the black hole in the void.

"Sigh~"

Looking at the mess on the ground, Uchiha Gin sighed. What could he do? It was a keepsake left to him by his grandfather. Even if he didn't like it, he couldn't take it away.

"Whoosh!"

Just then, a huge severed arm whistled past Uchiha Gin's scalp and crashed into a mountain behind him.

Turning his head to look at the gradually withering wooden arm, Uchiha Gin felt it was time for him to end the battle.

Otherwise, Hashirama might have really been killed by Indra in prison.

"Huff~ Huff~ Huff~"

On the battlefield, a battered and bruised Hashirama Senju gasped for breath. The wooden dummy beneath him was left with only one arm; the budding tendrils at the severed end were slowly healing, but at a much slower pace than before.

"Motor's going!"

With a pale face, Hashirama Senju tried calling out his best friend's name again. The sound reached Indra's ears, making him feel increasingly agitated.

Why are you two so close?

With an expressionless face, Indra opened the cockpit door for the first time, landing in front of the panting Hashirama Senju, and questioned him in a cold tone.

Although Indra didn't see all of Madara Uchiha's memories, judging from Hashirama Senju's behavior, the two had a very close relationship. This deep bond reminded Indra of his childhood.

Back then, Indra and Asura were still good brothers, sharing both good times and bad.

Unfortunately, fate played a cruel trick on them. As they grew up, their differing ideals led them to become enemies, and their fighting spirit continues to this day.

But now, the reincarnations who should have been fighting as soon as they met have actually become closer than brothers, which is quite surprising to Indra.

"Give the motor back!"

Hashirama Senju's sage mask had long since faded, and after being ravaged by Susanoo several times, his chakra was completely depleted, but his desire to save Madara Uchiha remained unaffected.

"It's really annoying."

Looking at the resolute expression of Hashirama Senju, Indra's frustration reached its peak.

"Snap~"

After drawing his dark blue longsword from his waist with one hand, Indra walked step by step toward the weakened Hashirama Senju. Even through his mask, one could feel his intense killing intent.

call!

Seeing the Black Fox Knight approaching step by step, Hashirama Senju's eyes showed no fear, but rather a hint of anticipation. He suddenly bent down and charged forward, his two large hands reaching for Indra's waist.

His target was the black fox belt buckle hanging at his waist.

pat!

Unexpectedly, he actually touched the buckle. The anticipation in Hashirama Senju's eyes turned into deep joy. All he had to do was remove the buckle, and Madara Uchiha would be able to recover.

"what?"

But things weren't that simple. To Hashirama's surprise, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't budge the buckle an inch. Just as he was wondering what was going on, Indra's hand was already pressed against his chest.

A flash of blue light, and a tremendous force entered the body.

"puff!"

Hashirama Senju, who was spitting blood, had his internal organs displaced by Indra's palm strike, and blood continued to flow from his mouth and nose.

"Cough cough cough"

But he didn't give up. After struggling to his feet, he stumbled and walked towards Indra.

Seeing that Hashirama Senju was like an unkillable cockroach, Indra did not hesitate and directly raised his long sword to meet him. He wanted to see whether it was the stubbornness of the Ashura reincarnation or the speed of his sword.

"Mada!"

Due to excessive blood loss, Hashirama Senju's consciousness began to blur, but he still muttered the name of Madara Uchiha.

"Nishiuchi~"

With his long sword raised high, just as Indra was about to kill Hashirama Senju, he suddenly found that he could not move his body.

"what?"

Immediately afterwards, Indra's consciousness was pulled into the previous sea of ​​consciousness.

The moment he landed, he met a pair of scarlet eyes with intricate patterns, and his body instinctively stiffened.

The next second, a large hand with sharp claws grabbed him and held him tightly. No matter how Indra struggled, the owner of the claws seemed determined not to let go.

"You want to be my enemy?"

Having calmed down, Indra looked past Madara Uchiha and directly questioned the owner of the claws.

"There's nothing I can do; I have my own difficulties."

Once again outmaneuvered by Madara Uchiha using the Dankun Gate incident, Kurama's expression was extremely dejected, showing no sign of joy at capturing Indra.

"Nine-Tails, enough talk, let's attack together!"

Madara Uchiha, who already harbored deep resentment towards the Black Fox Knight, had no interest in exchanging words with him and directly urged Kurama to ride alongside him.

"Huh~?"

With a roar, the Nine-Tailed Fox prepared to fling Indra away, but then something happened that sent chills down its spine.

The Indra, which it had been holding, suddenly appeared on its nose, its purple compound eyes staring at it without any emotion. This terrifying scene almost made the Nine-Tailed Fox regenerate on the spot.

"Thump!"

Indra raised his foot and kicked between the Nine-Tails' eyes. The powerful impact sent the Nine-Tails flying backward, rolling several times on the ground before coming to a stop.

"Whoosh~"

Unexpectedly, Kurama opened its mouth and closed its eyes in a single exchange. Madara Uchiha felt he couldn't just sit and wait to die, so he chose to close in, wanting to test the strength of this black fox knight before him.

"Thump~"

History often repeats itself in surprising ways. Even though Madara Uchiha was mentally prepared, he was still shocked by Indra's overwhelming strength. His prized taijutsu was as naive as a toddler learning to speak in front of the Black Fox Knight.

After just a few moves, Madara Uchiha was sent flying by Indra. Touching his slightly aching chest, he did not choose to give up. His mother, Hasi, was definitely still struggling to support him outside, and he could not hold her back!

"Bang!"

"Snap!"

"Snapped!"

Madara Uchiha was attacking with all his might, while Indra calmly parried attack after attack.

Although Madara Uchiha was now his enemy, Indra couldn't help but be amazed by Madara's dazzling, dance-like taijutsu; this reincarnation was just too much to his liking.

Aside from being a little disobedient, she's all good.

"thump!"

Madara Uchiha, who was once again knocked away by Indra, gritted his teeth and looked up. Why was this Black Fox Knight's combat experience so rich? It was as if he could predict his attacks.

"Give up, you can't possibly be a match for me."

Indra shook his head. While Madara Uchiha's courage was commendable, his raw strength was undeniable.

He is an insurmountable mountain.

"What did you do to that hot mom from Hasi?"

Upon hearing Indra mention the word "you," Madara Uchiha immediately became alert. Ignoring his injured consciousness, he scrambled to his feet and demanded an explanation.

"He's already dead."

With a blank expression, Indra uttered those four words, wanting to see just how far this reincarnation could go.

boom!!!

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire consciousness space suddenly burst into flames. With a flash of fire, a gray driver appeared at the waist of Uchiha Madara, who stood frozen in place. (End of Chapter)