At that, Indra raised his head and looked calmly at Genki. His voice held not the slightest tremor, yet every word rang clear, carrying a bone-deep chill and resentment. "You mean Father betrayed me first. He favored Asura, denied my strength, and ignored my grievances. That's what led to the tragedy that befell both me and you."
As he spoke, he slowly turned his head and looked down at the furious Hagoromo Otsutsuki. His cold voice suddenly sharpened, brimming with the rage he had suppressed for centuries. "There's no point. After all these years, you're still the same! Your stubbornness, your favoritism, your so-called 'justice'—that's the source of every disaster in this world!"
"Heh!" Uchiha Genki let out a low laugh. There was no warmth in it, only thick mockery and murderous intent.
He paid no further attention to the confrontation between Indra and Hagoromo. Slowly, he raised his right hand, and the arm of his black Susanoo rose with it. A sword thousands of meters long, the Eight-Handled Sword, gradually took shape in its palm. Its blade was black as ink, its edge gleaming with a cold light, and a violent chakra that could destroy everything swirled around it.
The next second, the black Susanoo swung its arm. The Eight-Handled Sword, thousands of meters long, came crashing down toward Hagoromo Otsutsuki with the force of a thunderbolt!
The air ripped apart in the sword's wake with a shrill hiss. A deafening roar shook the heavens and earth, as if even space itself were about to be cleaved in two.
"Not good!" Hagoromo Otsutsuki's pupils contracted. The Six Paths chakra around him surged in an instant. With no time to think, he swiftly channeled his ocular power and chakra. "Susanoo Armor!"
Sky-blue chakra erupted from his body and rapidly gathered