Thank you all for the support i didnt expect people to actually enjoy my story. Here the next chapter and thing are going to get crazy.
The air crackled with tension as Hagoromo Otsutsuki, the Sage of Six Paths, declared that his successor would be chosen based on merit, not birthright. His three children reacted in starkly different ways. Kimura, his fiery daughter, remained stoic, her expression betraying no disappointment. The mantle of leadership held little appeal for her; her spirit yearned for freedom and exploration, not the weighty responsibility of guiding the world. Asura, the younger son, gaped in surprise. He had always assumed his elder brother, Indra, would inherit their father's power, as was tradition. Indra himself, usually so composed, looked utterly bewildered. The established order had been overturned, leaving him adrift in a sea of uncertainty.
"Father," Kimura's clear voice cut through the silence, "I would like to withdraw from this competition. The path of leadership is not for me." Hagoromo, his gaze filled with understanding, nodded slowly. "Are you sure, my daughter?" he asked, his voice gentle. Kimura met his eyes with a firm nod. "Very well," Hagoromo declared, turning his attention to his sons. "Indra, Asura, your task is this: travel to these struggling villages," he said, handing each a detailed map, "and help them prosper. Your success in this endeavor will determine my choice." With a final "Good luck," he dismissed his sons, who bowed respectfully before departing to prepare for their journeys.
Kimura, however, lingered. "Father," she began, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "I have a request." Hagoromo raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. "What is it, my daughter?" "Since I am not seeking to become your heir," she explained, "may I embark on my own journey? I yearn to see the world, to learn from different cultures and peoples." Hagoromo smiled. "Of course, Kimura," he replied, "as long as you return within a year." Overjoyed, Kimura embraced her father, then dashed off to pack her belongings. Soon, all three siblings were gone, each following their own path, their destinies intertwined yet diverging.
The year had passed like a fleeting dream, and the three siblings returned, each bearing the mark of their experiences. Asura, a beacon of hope, led a caravan of grateful villagers, his heart brimming with compassion. Kimura, radiant and serene, walked hand-in-hand with a mysterious stranger, a gentle smile playing on her lips. Hagoromo, his eyes widening with surprise and joy, recognized the stranger as a kindred spirit. His daughter, usually so independent, was blossoming into a loving mother.
"Well, well," Hagoromo chuckled, his voice filled with pride, "it seems my first disciple has found love with my daughter. A perfect match."
Asura and Kimura embraced warmly, their reunion a joyous occasion. The tension, however, was palpable. Indra, the eldest, returned with a cold, distant aura, a stark contrast to his siblings' warmth. Hagoromo, after careful consideration, declared Asura as his successor, praising his empathy and leadership. Indra, his ego bruised, stormed away, consumed by resentment and a thirst for power.
Zetsu, a shadowy figure lurking in the darkness, whispered into Indra's ear, fueling his anger and offering a path to ultimate power. The seeds of darkness were sown, and a new era of conflict began to unfold. As Kimura prepared to embrace motherhood, a storm was brewing, a storm that would test the bonds of family and the very foundation of the world.
A month later, the once tranquil temple echoed with the joyful sounds of a family. Kimura and her husband, their faces beaming with pride, played with their newborn son, Kenzo. But this peaceful scene was shattered by a sudden, earth-shaking explosion. Kimura rushed outside to find two colossal figures locked in a fierce battle: Asura, enveloped in a golden aura, and Indra, radiating a menacing purple energy. "So Indra just couldn't accept father's decision," she thought grimly, her heart sinking.
The brothers, blinded by rage, unleashed devastating attacks, each intent on destroying the other. Seeing her brothers on the brink of mutual destruction, Kimura, with a mother's selfless love, rushed between them, desperate to prevent the unthinkable. "Stop!" she cried, but it was too late. The full force of their attacks struck her, the energy tearing through her delicate frame. Her lifeless body fell to the ground, leaving her brothers frozen in horror. The giant avatars vanished, leaving Indra and Asura standing over their sister's mangled form, tears streaming down their faces. They exchanged furious glances, each blaming the other for this unspeakable tragedy.
Hagoromo, sensing the surge of chakra and his daughter's sudden absence, arrived to witness the gruesome scene. Overcome with grief, he blamed himself for his daughter's death, for the conflict he had inadvertently fueled. With trembling hands, he joined his sons, and together they carried Kimura's body to a sacred chamber within the temple. The monks looked on in shock and sorrow, many directing their anger towards Indra, the instigator of the fight.
Inside the chamber, they prepared Kimura's body for a respectful farewell. Hagoromo, his voice heavy with grief, announced that the funeral would be held the following day. He then retreated to his private quarters, requesting solitude to mourn his daughter. Asura and Indra, left alone with their grief and guilt, glared at each other with simmering hatred. This tragedy marked the beginning of the bitter feud between the Senju and Uchiha clans, a conflict that would plague the world for generations.
Asura, overwhelmed by guilt and sorrow, sought solace in his room. Indra, unable to face his family, stormed out of the temple and into the forest. The next day, the funeral ceremony was held, a somber affair filled with tears and whispered condolences. Indra, watching from a distance, knew he was no longer welcome. After the ceremony, he disappeared into the wilderness, his heart consumed by darkness.
Throughout this ordeal, Kimura's husband remained in a state of shock and despair. "What did Kimura do to deserve such a fate?" he agonized. She was the embodiment of kindness and compassion, always striving to lift the spirits of those around her. He couldn't comprehend how such a good person could meet such a cruel end. Consumed by grief and anger, he blamed Hagoromo, Asura, and Indra for her death. Ignoring their pleas to stay, he left the temple, vowing never to return. He would raise his son far away from the shadow of this tragedy, forever haunted by the loss of his beloved wife.
The man reached the secluded island, a hidden paradise they had discovered years ago. It was a place of tranquility, protected by powerful whirlpools that only Kimura's mastery of Fuinjutsu could subdue. As he stepped onto the island, he thanked Kimura's genius once more. Her knowledge of seals had allowed him to bypass the treacherous waters, simply by offering a drop of blood.
He made his way to the small hut he had built, a humble abode that would serve as a sanctuary for him and his son. Gently, he placed Kenzo in a crib, his heart heavy with grief. "I'm so sorry, my son," he whispered, "You'll never know the true brilliance of your mother. But when you're old enough, I'll share all the knowledge she's left behind." With a protective barrier activated around the hut, he ventured into the wilderness to hunt and gather food.
A single tragic event had forever altered the course of his life and his son's. Though he was a disciple of the Sage of Six Paths, he yearned for solitude, a life far removed from the conflicts and betrayals that had plagued his family. He hoped that he and his son could live a peaceful existence on this isolated island, honoring Kimura's memory and carrying on her legacy.
Its a short chapter but i hope you enjoy