While everyone in the Shinobi World was still heatedly discussing the chaos caused by slaves taking power in ancient times, the images on the Sky Screen suddenly began advancing rapidly.
Time slipped quietly by, and several more years passed in a flash.
The slaves who had left the Celestial Dragons' Holy Land had gradually been dispatched across the Shinobi World by the Sage of Six Paths.
They took charge of local order and governed the people. On the surface, they diligently maintained peace, but deep within their hearts, desire and twisted impulses were quietly growing day by day.
Meanwhile, the Sage of Six Paths' two children had grown from innocent toddlers into young boys around ten years old.
Indra was the older one, with an upright bearing and sharp eyes. Lively and restless, he never hesitated to act.
Asura was younger, gentle and sweet-natured. He had a kind heart and habitually relied on his older brother for everything.
The weather was clear that day, and a light breeze stirred through the mountain woods.
The brothers took their pet puppy into the deep mountain woods to run around and play. Their bright laughter brimmed with carefree youthful energy.
Indra raced ahead at full speed, showing no sign of stopping.
Far behind him, Asura chased after him, his little face flushed red as he struggled to catch his breath.
"Big brother, wait for me! You're too fast!"
Asura gasped for air, desperately pumping his short little legs to catch up.
But Indra merely looked back and laughed, his eyes full of youthful exuberance. Instead of slowing down, he ran even faster.
"Asura, you're way too slow! Hurry up and keep up!"
The wind swept through the trees, carrying their laughter throughout the mountain woods.
After chasing him for quite a while longer,