Accept some of your power without knowing whether it was good or bad, then shoulder the banner of saving everything?
Why didn't you two brothers step forward and shoulder it yourselves?
"Uh..."
Those words left the Sage of Six Paths speechless. He had considered all sorts of reasons Yan might refuse him, but this was the one possibility he had never expected.
"Child, my brother and I are already dead. The dead cannot interfere in the affairs of the ninja world. Its future still depends on all of you."
Hamura stepped forward to explain why he and his brother could not show themselves.
The result was...
Yan looked at Hamura, then at the silent Sage of Six Paths, and suddenly began to laugh.
"HAHAHA... I'm dying here. The dead can't interfere in the ninja world? Then let me ask you two, why have Indra and Asura's chakra been passed down generation after generation?
Don't tell me the Pure Land had nothing to do with it. You clearly had the ability to cut off the source, yet you allowed those two lunatics to keep reincarnating, fighting generation after generation."
That was right. In Yan's eyes, Asura and Indra were both lunatics—two madmen who fought simply to spite each other.
Indra lost the fight between the brothers, refused to accept it, and chose to have his chakra reincarnate.
Instead of stopping him, Asura chose to have his own chakra reincarnate as well. His reason sounded noble enough: he wanted to stop his elder brother from making a terrible mistake.
And so the two brothers kept fighting. It would have been one thing if they had only fought each other, but they dragged their descendants into it too. For countless years, the clans that inherited their legacies had fought each other to the