Indra Otsutsuki remembered the childhood days he spent with Asura all his life.
The two brothers and Xiaobai were running through the mountain forest. The sound of cicadas was scattered in the forest, and the sun was mottled through the branches and leaves. The moss on the slope was slippery, and Asura always fell down in the mud, but every time he got up with a smile on his face and caught up with him again. At that time, Indra always used to walk in front. When he looked back, his brother was always panting but his eyes were bright, as if he was born to be there, following him, trusting him, and relying on him.
The eyes between brothers are always full of clarity and tenderness.
He never doubted that the relationship would change.
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The story of this flash story begins with the life story of Indra Otsutsuki thousands of years ago.
The original work was part of Flash Chronicles, but after thinking about it, it could also be treated as an independent story. Once it was written, it would be better to publish it first.
Simplified Chinese characters are used for the time being.
Intention: All things are round, the end of evil is good, and the end of good is evil