Night had fallen. Kazan was in no hurry to leave, so he stayed in Rōran.
He stood by the window, a tiny purple dragon swimming across his palm.
It was the true core of the Ryumyaku. Tomorrow, he would take it back to the Forest of Death.
"Sara was right. This place has no power to protect the Ryumyaku."
"Your fight with that Uchiha has already drawn the attention of the other Shinobi Villages."
"Their people are probably on their way to Rōran."
For once, the Nine-Tails had spoken to him of his own accord.
His main body remained in the Sealing Chamber. He had split off some Chakra to form a miniature version of himself on Kazan's shoulder.
"I know. I was just thinking: when the Sage of Six Paths brought Chakra to the world, he wanted to help society develop."
"But in the end, Sara gave away the power of the Ryumyaku when it was hers for the taking. She wants to build Rōran with her own hands."
"How do you know about the Old Man?"
"Don't underestimate my intelligence network."
The Nine-Tails fell silent, thinking of Kazan's ability to listen to all things.
There was no telling when he might hear some strange voice from somewhere again.
"Are you saying the Old Man was wrong?"
"I'm thinking about it because I don't know."
Kazan was being honest. He really did not know what was right or wrong.
It seemed that Indra, the Sage of Six Paths' son, had created a Shinobi School built around power. Ninja had fought for generations, leading to the world as it was today.
But even without Indra, the world would probably have ended up here.
Once you possessed extraordinary power, how many people would willingly farm and build things?
A Shinobi School