In the modest courtyard stood one hundred and twenty-six trees. Three hundred and sixty stars hung in the not-so-vast sky. From the chimney of the annex, whose facade resembled a human face, wisps of smoke rose. The pale purple haze that perpetually shrouded the yard inside and out added a touch of mystery and dreamlike obscurity to this utterly ordinary land!
As a secluded paradise, it was decent enough. But as the Ancestral God Realm of Takamagahara, it seemed rather shabby.
But... what if those one hundred and twenty-six trees were genuine Divine Trees? What if those three hundred and sixty stars were blazing Radiant Suns? What if the pale purple haze that hung there year-round was Divine Power produced by the Divine Trees and Radiant Suns through "photosynthesis"? Would you still think so?
The little house was bustling with life.
A slovenly, bearded old man in gray lay on his side atop a tatami mat, propping up his cheek with one arm. A long pipe hung from his mouth as he leisurely puffed out clouds of smoke.
Before an antique desk to the east sat an old man in blue robes with white brows and the rosy complexion of youth beneath his silver hair. Wearing spectacles, his upright body gently swayed with the strokes of the massive brush in his hand.
Six young men, identical in appearance and temperament, sat on prayer cushions and poured out their grievances!
The leader said, "Uncles, the Seventh Space-Time has already fallen. Uchiha Riu was saved by Youtan Poluo again. When he reappears, I'm afraid your nephew truly won't be able to stop him! Please intervene and eradicate this threat to our clan once and for all. I beg you!"
With that, all six men prostrated themselves.
These six young men were all