Indra stared fixedly at the dying black bear on the ground, his voice utterly cold.
"You dared hurt my little brother... die!"
The moment the words left his mouth, he struck without hesitation, ending the black bear's life once and for all.
With the threat dealt with, Indra forgot everything else and immediately crouched down to check on Asura.
But as soon as he touched his brother, he found Asura's body ice-cold, his breathing faint. He had suffered severe internal injuries.
That crushing blow from the bear's paw had been more than he could withstand. By now, the pain had already knocked him unconscious.
Seeing his brother lying motionless with his eyes tightly shut, Indra's expression changed drastically, and panic surged through him.
"Asura! Asura!"
No matter how loudly he called, the boy on the ground gave no response.
A terror unlike anything he had ever known swept through Indra.
So close.
He had come so close to losing his only little brother forever.
If he had wandered just a little farther while playing, if he had returned even a moment later...
The one lying dead here today would have been his dearest family!
At that thought, a chill ran down Indra's back, and the warmth in his heart was completely swallowed by cold.
Not daring to waste a moment, he carefully hoisted the unconscious Asura onto his back, gritted his teeth, and sprinted toward Ninshu with every ounce of strength he had.
His small figure raced through the forest at an astonishing speed, carrying his gravely injured, unconscious brother.
The image on the Sky Screen froze on Indra's small figure as he ran desperately toward Ninshu with the unconscious Asura on his back.
The entire Shinobi World erupted. Countless ninja and civilians looked up and discussed what they had