"A descendant?"
Itachi looked at Indra, who stood before him in white robes, handsome and possessed of an otherworldly air, and asked in return.
"You're an ancestor of the Uchiha? The Warring States Period ended long ago. The Uchiha now lead peaceful lives."
Facing Itachi's subtly probing words, Indra's lips curled into a disdainful smile.
"An ancestor? I suppose I'm your forefather."
With that, Indra stopped talking. He was not a talkative person to begin with, and getting him to exchange even a few words with Itachi was already something.
If not for Itachi's rather flashy ninjutsu and his standing as one of the more outstanding descendants of his bloodline, Indra would not have bothered speaking at all.
Indra held one hand upright before his mouth, then gently blew.
[Fire Release: Sea of Fire]
In Indra's era, the names for various release techniques had yet to emerge. They were essentially called a particular release based on the chakra's nature.
The suffix depended entirely on what the caster wanted to call it and what the technique looked like.
The release technique Indra used now was exactly what its name suggested: a technique like an ocean formed of flames.
Flames poured from Indra's mouth, blotting out the sky and instantly engulfing the air above the entire base.
Waves of fire dozens of meters high surged toward Tenzo and Itachi like an ocean.
The scorching heat seemed about to melt the very air. Under the sea of fire's onslaught, the Wood Locking Wall blocking Indra lasted less than a single breath before vanishing into the flames.
The crimson sea of fire cast a red glow over Tenzo's already pale face.
"No, I can't take down the other Wood Locking Walls, or those three Satori will destroy the base outright."
"Then let them destroy