The Land of Ancestors basks in fragile peace. Asura Ōtsutsuki, weary from rebuilding war-torn villages, returns to his homeland’s outskirts—a sea of golden rice fields swaying under a setting sun. The air hums with cicadas and distant laughter from farmers, yet tension lingers like storm clouds. Bandits plague the region, and whispers of Indra’s vengeful schemes haunt Asura’s steps. Here, amid the rustling grain, he seeks solace but remains vigilant, his chakra senses ever-alert.

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