"Saying it like that clearly gives me no chance to refuse!" Isamu looked at Garuda speechlessly, nodded, and said, "Fine, ask away. If it's something I can say, I definitely will!"
The implication was clear: he would answer what he could, but if it was something he couldn't reveal, then asking would be pointless.
"Good, then I'll ask." Garuda narrowed her eyes at Isamu. "I've always been curious about where you actually came from. In this world, besides our Ōtsutsuki family, it should be impossible for outsiders to possess special eyes. And with your strength, you shouldn't have been an unknown person. Yet you suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Can you tell me where you really come from, Isamu?"
The Ōtsutsuki Clan was the source of power in this world. Their unique bloodline granted them special dōjutsu, something outsiders should never possess.
Yet now, Uchiha Tensei had appeared.
Having the Sharingan was one thing, but he could also use Wood Release and Sage Arts. The whole situation felt extremely strange.
Hearing her question, Isamu hesitated.
Ever since arriving in this era, no one had ever asked him about his origins. He hadn't expected Garuda to bring it up today.
The truth was difficult to explain.
After all, he came from a thousand years in the future.
How was he supposed to tell her that he had traveled back through time? Even he thought it sounded ridiculous.
"It's fine if you don't want to answer. I was just curiou—"
Seeing him fall silent, Garuda assumed he didn't want to talk about it.
However, Isamu raised a hand to stop her.
"To be honest, it's not that I can't talk about my origins. It's just that I can't tell the people of this era—especially members of the Ōtsutsuki Clan."
"Why can't you tell our family?" Garuda asked, puzzled.
"Everything in this world follows the laws of cause and effect. A stranger doesn't appear out of nowhere without a reason." Isamu pointed toward the battlefield where Indra was fighting. "Since you asked, I'll give you a hint. Look carefully at Indra, then compare him to me. You'll probably understand."
Following his gaze, Garuda looked back and forth between Indra and Isamu.
After a while, her eyes widened.
The two actually shared around sixty percent of the same facial features.
It wasn't obvious at first glance, but once noticed, it became impossible to ignore.
"T-This is…!"
A ridiculous thought instantly appeared in her mind.
Could Uchiha Tensei be Sage Hagoromo's illegitimate son?
If that were true, then his Sharingan and Wood Release would make perfect sense.
But the more she thought about it, the less likely it seemed.
Hagoromo was the revered Sage of Six Paths. How could he possibly have an illegitimate child?
And if such a son existed, why would the Ninja Sect have been passed to Ashura?
After exhausting every possibility she could think of, Garuda still couldn't understand the truth behind Uchiha Tensei's identity.
"Shh." Isamu pressed a finger to his lips. "It's enough if you know. Don't tell anyone else."
He thought Garuda had figured it out and was trying to prevent unnecessary trouble.
What he didn't realize was that she had understood absolutely nothing.
In fact, she had already rejected her own theory.
Garuda looked at him speechlessly.
Know what exactly?
And don't tell anyone? I'd have to understand it first before I could tell someone!
While the two were talking, Indra and Ashura had already exchanged hundreds more attacks.
The lush forests and green mountains had vanished completely.
What remained was a devastated wasteland filled with craters and barren earth.
Isamu even suspected that this area might eventually become part of the future Land of Wind.
"Indra, have you gone insane?" Ashura shouted angrily. "I only came to rescue a few companions. Is it really necessary to fight this desperately?"
Looking at the ruined landscape, his anger finally erupted.
He had come intending to save a handful of people.
Originally, he thought that with thousands of troops pressing forward, Indra would simply release them.
Yet today, Indra was being unusually stubborn.
Hundreds of Ninja Sect members had already died.
Sacrificing hundreds to save only a few was a loss Ashura could barely accept.
"I don't care why you came." Indra raised his head proudly. "If you dare cause trouble on my territory, you'll pay the price!"
Under normal circumstances, Indra wouldn't have started a war over a few insignificant prisoners.
But after losing to Isamu yesterday, he desperately wanted to prove himself.
How could he possibly back down now?
"Indra!" Ashura's expression darkened. "I'll ask one last time. Will you release my people and stop this war?"
At this point, genuine killing intent appeared in his eyes.
"Hmph!" Indra snorted coldly. "If you want me to compromise, then defeat me first. If you can't beat me, don't even think about discussing prisoners. I, Indra, am not afraid of you. Come!"
"In that case, don't blame me for abandoning our brotherhood!"
Realizing there was no room for negotiation, Ashura slammed his palms together.
Six black Truth-Seeking Orbs appeared behind him.
A terrifying wave of Six Paths Chakra erupted.
"Sage Art: Wood Release — True Several Thousand Hands!"
The massive Wood Golem beneath him began growing larger.
Then a gigantic Buddha manifested behind it.
Countless wooden arms stretched toward the heavens.
The colossal statue towered nearly a thousand meters tall.
An overwhelming pressure swept across the battlefield.
Even the warriors fighting in the distance stopped instinctively.
"It's that move…" Indra's eyes widened.
Years ago, during the battle to determine the successor of the Ninja Sect, this technique had been one of the reasons for his first defeat.
"What do you say, Indra?" Ashura looked down from above. "I'll give you one final chance. Release my people, and I'll withdraw immediately."
The power of the True Several Thousand Hands filled him with confidence.
He believed he could settle everything with a single attack.
"Stop acting so pleased with yourself!"
Indra roared.
A vast amount of Chakra exploded from his body.
The Perfect Susanoo underwent another transformation.
A second pair of arms emerged.
Gigantic wings spread from its back.
Each of its four hands gripped a massive sword.
With a thunderous roar, the winged Susanoo ascended into the sky until it stood level with the towering Buddha.
The two brothers stared at each other.
Neither spoke another word.
Both understood that the next attack would decide everything.
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