Ancestral Secrets: The Trials of Indra and Asura

"Correct."

Lumen gave an affirmative answer.

"From the origin of their bloodlines, not only did the two clans share the same roots, they were also among the closest blood relatives in the entire Shinobi World."

Hashirama's expression became extremely complicated.

He thought of the clansmen who had died during the Warring States Era, and of the Uchiha who had fallen at the hands of Senju ninja.

A thousand years of slaughter.

Countless blood feuds.

Yet the two sides had turned out to be bloodlines left behind by the same ancestor.

"We killed each other for so many years..."

Hashirama's voice was hoarse.

"In the end, were we always just descendants of brothers slaughtering one another?"

Tobirama said nothing.

This truth struck him no less deeply than it did Hashirama.

He had spent his entire life wary of the Uchiha, regarding the two clans as utterly opposite in both power and temperament. Yet when traced back to the origins of their bloodlines, they were descendants of two brothers.

Deep beneath the rock strata far from the Valley of the End, Obito, Black Zetsu, and White Zetsu had already retreated to a place where they could no longer make out the details of the battlefield.

When Layered Evening Elephant erupted earlier, the space had been continuously torn apart by the terrifying force of its punches. Even the spatial fluctuations formed by Kamui had briefly become unstable.

Obito had no choice but to take Black Zetsu and White Zetsu farther back.

At this moment, they could only sense the chakra in the distance. They could not hear the conversation between Lumen, Hashirama, and Tobirama at all.

Obito remained silent for a long time. Most of the killing intent in his lone eye had faded, leaving behind an unprecedented solemnity.

He had always regarded