"Asura... could it be..."
Kurama abruptly raised his head, his gaze fixed squarely on Hashirama and Naruto.
"Damn it, Asura, you bastard! You've screwed me over for so long."
Kurama seemed to have realized something, but just as he was about to explain it to the three of them, the battle outside was about to begin.
Indra stood with his arms folded, a hint of interest now in his indifferent eyes. Looking at Naruto, whose gaze had changed, he spoke:
"What? Recognized me? Did that fox Kurama tell you?"
Naruto's consciousness instantly returned to his body, and he focused completely on dealing with the enemy before him.
He knew who the enemy was now, anyway, and he could get more information from Kurama later. For the moment, he could ignore what Kurama and his teachers were talking about.
→_→
Seeing Indra's half-smiling gaze, Naruto swallowed.
This wasn't just some ordinary old guy like Uncle Madara.
This was the Sage of Six Paths' son from a thousand years ago.
Come to think of it, was a Sage's son also a Sage?
The Sharingan was supposedly passed down by the Sage of Six Paths. Did that mean this guy was the Uchiha's ancestor?
Naruto nodded in response to Indra's question.
"Um, Ancestor-no, old man-no, that's not right either. Um, Senior Indra, why did you join Madara's side?"
Naruto corrected himself several times before finally deciding to call him Senior Indra.
After all, if they really went by seniority, he genuinely had no idea what to call him.
Inside the Sealing Space, Kurama took out a blackboard and, holding a pen in his tail, drew two ugly little stick figures on it, one representing Indra and the other Asura.
Then he kept drawing little figures below them. Pushing up a pair of glasses