"Nine years…"
The two brothers stood side by side, looking at each other quietly.
In each other's eyes, they saw the same thing—
Change.
In just nine years, everything about them had transformed.
The childish expressions they once had were gone.
Now, they looked like young men—calm, steady, and far more mature.
But what had truly changed… was not just their appearance.
It was the power within them.
Their chakra had grown immensely.
Their control over natural energy had reached a completely new level.
They were no longer the same people who had left years ago.
"I can hear it…"
Hagoromo spoke slowly, his expression serious.
"The world… it's crying."
His voice was heavy.
"After all these years of the God Tree absorbing energy… the world is reaching its limit."
"If this continues…"
He paused.
"Before the fruit even ripens, the world itself may collapse."
Hamura stood beside him, his face equally grave.
"We have to go back."
"Even if we can't stop Mother…"
"We must at least slow her down."
He clenched his fist slightly.
"If the world isn't given time to recover…"
"The consequences will be unimaginable."
The problem wasn't impossible to fix.
If the rate at which the God Tree absorbed natural energy could be balanced…
Then the world could stabilize again.
But Kaguya never allowed that.
From the very beginning—
She had pushed the God Tree to absorb energy at full capacity.
No pauses.
No restraint.
No concern.
And because of that—
The world itself was now beginning to break.
The brothers had seen it with their own eyes.
And they knew—
They could no longer stay silent.
"Let's go."
With that decision made, they began their journey back.
---
They returned to Kyoto.
The capital of the Land of Ancestors.
And what they saw… surprised them.
The city had grown.
No—
It had transformed.
The streets were wider.
Buildings stood taller.
New materials had been developed, creating structures that hadn't existed before.
Technology powered by chakra was everywhere.
The entire city felt alive.
Changing.
Evolving.
Everywhere they looked, there were signs of progress.
People lived peacefully.
They had stable homes.
Food was plentiful.
There was no war.
No famine.
No chaos.
Life had become… comfortable.
Even stray animals wandered the streets freely, surviving without difficulty.
The brothers stopped walking for a moment.
They simply stood there, watching the people.
Watching the life they had once left behind.
"A few years… and everything has improved this much."
Hagoromo spoke softly, filled with emotion.
"Father really did change this world."
Hamura nodded.
"Yeah."
Ending chaos was one thing.
But creating growth like this?
That was something else entirely.
Minamikawa hadn't just brought peace—
He had built a future.
"Let's go back."
After walking through the city for a while, Hagoromo spoke again.
And this time—
They weren't alone.
---
Over the past nine years, both brothers had started families.
They now had wives.
And Hagoromo…
Had children.
Two sons.
Indra and Ashura.
So this time—
They returned home with their families.
---
"Is this Kyoto?"
A young boy walked beside Hagoromo, his eyes filled with curiosity.
"This is where you grew up?"
"Is Grandfather really the ruler here?"
This was Indra.
Though still very young—
He was already different.
His gaze was deep.
Sharp.
And within his eyes—
Three tomoe slowly rotated.
The Sharingan.
Even at such a young age, his presence carried weight.
He thought more.
Understood more.
And felt more.
Compared to him—
His younger brother was completely different.
"Haha! This place is amazing!"
Ashura ran ahead, exploring everything with excitement.
He touched decorations.
Looked at statues.
Admired the palace gardens.
His energy was endless.
He was lively.
Simple.
And full of joy.
Compared to Indra's sharpness—
Ashura seemed ordinary.
But if one looked closer…
There was something special about him.
A powerful life force.
Warm.
Steady.
Like a tree that would never stop growing.
Even now—
The difference between the two brothers was already clear.
---
Soon—
They reached the palace.
And there—
They met him.
Minamikawa.
Nine years had passed.
But he hadn't changed much.
Because of the power within his body…
Because of the Karma placed upon him…
His life force far exceeded that of a normal human.
Time seemed slower for him.
Only a slight maturity had appeared on his face.
"You're back."
He smiled warmly and stepped forward.
Without hesitation, he picked up the two children, holding them gently.
His gaze softened.
"Are these your sons?"
After exchanging a few words with Hagoromo, his attention shifted fully to the children.
There was curiosity in his eyes.
Because these two…
Were not ordinary.
Indra.
And Ashura.
Their names would one day echo across history.
One would become the ancestor of the Uchiha.
The other—
The ancestor of the Senju.
The future of an entire world…
Would begin with them.
---
Minamikawa looked at Indra carefully.
His eyes focused.
On those pupils.
The three tomoe were clear.
Sharp.
Perfect.
"So this is the original Sharingan…"
He had seen others before.
In later generations.
But those eyes had always felt… off.
Cold.
Distorted.
Filled with something dark.
But Indra's eyes—
Were different.
Pure.
Clear.
Powerful.
There was no corruption.
No imbalance.
Only raw potential.
It was the original form.
Unchanged.
Unbroken.
And as Minamikawa watched him—
He realized something.
"This child… will change the world."
Beside him—
Ashura laughed happily, completely unaware of everything.
And yet—
Minamikawa's gaze shifted to him as well.
Because deep down—
He knew.
The quiet one…
The simple one…
Might become just as important.
The story of two brothers…
Had just begun.
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