"Ashura!"
"Big Brother!"
Two thunderous roars shattered the silence of the night.
The earth trembled violently as two colossal giants, each over four hundred meters tall, charged toward one another and collided head-on.
Boom!
A terrifying shockwave erupted like a nuclear explosion.
Blinding white light pierced the heavens, turning night into day.
The ground split apart.
Ancient trees collapsed in droves.
Mountains crumbled.
It looked like the end of the world.
"Who could possibly be fighting with power on this level?"
Not far from the battlefield, Isamu stared in shock as he felt the earth shaking beneath his feet.
The energy being released reminded him of his own battle against Senju Hashirama at his peak.
When had such monsters appeared in the Ninja World?
Was he dreaming?
Looking around, his eyes widened.
"Wait a second…"
"Wasn't I just inside those ruins on the island?"
"When did I end up in a forest?"
His gaze swept across the surroundings.
The trees towered high above him.
Most were dozens of meters tall.
Some exceeded thirty meters in height.
The sight was unbelievable.
"I've never seen trees this massive before."
"Could this be a primeval forest?"
He immediately shook his head.
"That doesn't make sense. There shouldn't be a place like this anywhere in the Ninja World."
A thought suddenly struck him.
His eyes narrowed.
"Could that space-time power have sent me somewhere else entirely?"
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
He checked the system.
The mission progress bar had already reached fifty percent.
A smile appeared on his face.
"So that's it."
"The passage really was the one the system wanted me to find."
"Looks like my luck isn't bad."
If he had truly crossed through time and space, then the people fighting ahead were probably not from his era at all.
There was only one way to confirm it.
He would see for himself.
Moving through the ancient forest, Isamu quickly approached the battlefield.
Along the way, he passed a collapsed mountain.
Judging from the remnants, it had originally stood at least a thousand meters tall.
He couldn't help feeling astonished.
"To casually destroy a mountain this large—and this isn't even the center of the battle…"
"This power surpasses both Hashirama and Madara."
"It isn't any weaker than my own."
Soon, he arrived at the battlefield itself.
The fighting had already stopped.
Scanning the area, he quickly noticed two figures sitting atop massive boulders in the distance.
The moment he saw their faces, he froze.
His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"No way…"
"Those two…"
They were the exact same people he had witnessed in the vision from the shrine.
A realization hit him like lightning.
"Holy hell!"
"I actually traveled a thousand years into the past!"
His mind raced.
This outcome had completely exceeded his expectations.
Those two were obviously Indra and Ashura.
No wonder the battle had been so terrifying.
He had assumed the system might send him to the Warring States Era at most.
Instead, he had arrived at the very beginning of shinobi history.
The age of legends.
As Isamu stared at them, Indra sensed his presence.
Without even standing, he turned his head slightly.
A crimson Three-Tomoe Sharingan locked onto him.
His voice was ice-cold.
"Presumptuous."
"Didn't I make it clear that nobody is allowed near this place?"
"Who are you?"
"Are you tired of living?"
His tone carried absolute authority.
For years, he and Ashura had fought countless battles.
No one had ever dared approach.
The sudden appearance of a stranger immediately raised his suspicions.
"Are you the ancest—"
Isamu abruptly stopped himself.
"…Are you Indra?"
He quickly changed his wording.
The Uchiha Clan didn't even exist yet.
Calling him "ancestor" would be difficult to explain.
Hearing the uncertainty in Isamu's voice, Indra almost laughed.
There was actually someone in the world who didn't recognize him.
That was a first.
Meanwhile, Ashura lifted his head.
Unlike his brother, concern appeared on his face.
"Brother over there."
"If you're planning to attack Indra, don't."
"He isn't someone you can defeat."
"You should leave immediately."
Ashura genuinely believed Isamu was an assassin.
In this era, Indra was feared as a god of slaughter.
Ashura was revered as a symbol of justice and peace.
The world had long split into opposing factions supporting one brother or the other.
Many people hated Indra.
Naturally, Ashura assumed Isamu was one of them.
"You heard him."
Indra looked back toward the sky.
"Get lost before I lose my patience."
Even exhausted after battle, he still viewed everyone except Ashura as insignificant.
At that moment, a group of warriors rushed onto the scene.
Leading them was a muscular man clad in blue armor.
Behind him followed dozens of people dressed in black.
The moment they saw Isamu, they erupted in anger.
"Who are you?"
"Get away from Lord Indra!"
"How dare you approach him!"
The shouting instantly annoyed Isamu.
Being looked down upon by Indra and Ashura was understandable.
Those two were genuine Six Paths-level monsters.
But these nobodies?
Who gave them the confidence?
His expression darkened.
He turned abruptly.
Scarlet Sharingan eyes appeared.
"Watch your mouths."
"If any of you say another word…"
"I'll kill every one of you."
The terrifying pressure in his gaze swept across the crowd.
The group immediately froze.
Then chaos erupted.
"Sh-Sharingan?!"
"How is that possible?!"
Everyone stared at Isamu in disbelief.
In this era, the Sharingan belonged exclusively to Indra and his direct descendants.
No outsider should possess it.
Yet here it was.
An identical pair of eyes.
The crowd instantly exploded with excitement.
"Those are Lord Indra's eyes!"
"Who is this person?"
"How can he have the Sharingan?"
"Impossible!"
Voices rang out one after another.
Hearing the commotion, Indra's expression finally changed.
For the first time, genuine surprise appeared on his face.
He slowly turned toward Isamu.
His Sharingan fixed firmly on him.
Then he spoke.
"Turn around."
His voice was no longer indifferent.
It carried unmistakable seriousness.
"Let me get a good look at you."
Even someone as proud as Indra couldn't remain calm.
The Sharingan was the inheritance left behind by the father he both respected and resented.
Aside from his own bloodline, no one else should possess those eyes.
Yet the stranger before him clearly did.
For the first time since Isamu's arrival, Indra was truly interested.
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