Asura, who was standing at the Gold General position on the other side of Great Toad Sage, turned his head slightly, looking past the empty position in the middle that belonged to "King General" and looking at Hashirama Senju, who was standing at the Silver General position next to the other "Gold General" chess position.
Asura cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound calm and philosophical, trying to break the awkward atmosphere left by the "discussion" just now:
"Everything has a certain number; Seven Calamities and Eight Sufferings, everything is Training."
His words were slow and clear, with a sense of transparency that had gone through many vicissitudes of life. Coupled with his simple clothes, he really had the air of a fairy and a hermit who could see through the world of mortals.
Hashirama's gaze was originally looking complicatedly at Sage of Six Paths, who was like a god in the sky.
Hearing Asura's words, he slowly turned his head. His eyes, which were usually full of sunshine and hearty smiles, now carried an indescribable look, helplessness, and a little bit of disgust.
He did not respond immediately, but quietly looked at Asura, looking at the existence that was theoretically his "previous life" or "the source of Chakra".
There is an empty chess position King General and Great Toad Sage between them, but it seems like there is an invisible gap.
Great Toad Sage, who was standing in the middle of the two people, moved his huge body backwards very wisely and quietly, giving the two people more space to communicate. His frog eyes narrowed with interest, as if he was expecting something good.
Eyes facing each other.
Hashirama's eyes were calm, while Asura's eyes were trying hard to maintain kindness and open-mindedness.
After a moment of silence, Hashirama was the first to look away.
He didn't say anything, he just crossed his arms across his chest, then sat down cross-legged, leaving his back to Asura, with a posture of "I don't want to talk, don't bother me".
Asura:"..."
His outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and the celestial spirit on his face instantly collapsed, leaving only embarrassment.
He retracted his hand sarcastically, scratched the back of his head, laughed twice, and tried to find the steps for himself:
"Ha, haha... Well, we just have a little misunderstanding and a little difference in philosophy... I believe that we will reconcile soon! Right, Hashirama?"
He tried to speak in a relaxed tone, but his eyes involuntarily glanced at the indifferent back of Hashirama's head.
"Humph."
A clear, mocking snort came from behind.
Indra, who was standing on the Bishop chess position, turned around at some point.
He folded his arms, looked at Asura with a scarlet Sharingan sideways look, and raised the corner of his mouth with an undisguised sneer.
"You who valued that useless bond are now so despised by your own reincarnation... Heh, it's really ridiculous."
Indra's voice was cold and mean, and every word pierced Asura's heart like a knife.
Asura's face turned red all of a sudden. He turned around suddenly, facing the direction of Indra, and retorted angrily, "Hey, stop making sarcastic remarks there! We just... just have a small misunderstanding! I believe Hashirama will understand me, and we will be able to reconcile soon."
"Haha."
Indra didn't even bother to listen to Asura's defense. He just let out a short and disdainful sneer, then turned around neatly, facing Asura with the back of his head, saying, "It's not a word of speculation."
"You...!"
Asura was choked to the point of being speechless, and could only stare at Indra's back.
He stamped his feet vigorously and began to complain softly and nonchalantly. They were nothing more than "Hashirama why don't you understand my hard work" and "Brother, why don't you understand that bonds are obviously very important" and the like.
Indra had his back to Asura. Although his expression could not be seen, his slightly shaking shoulders and the uncontrollable upward curve of the corners of his mouth revealed his mood at the moment.
Oh, this stupid Ou Doudou, even after a thousand years and reincarnated countless times, is still the same as when he was a child, childish, naive, easily excited, jumping up and down when he is told a few words.
Ha, Ninshu's inheritance rights, father's approval, everyone's support...
These things that once made him persistent, resentful, and ultimately paranoid, seemed to have gradually lost their original intensity during the long years of Pure Land.
Now looking at future generations, the unwillingness and resentment in his heart have long been worn away by time.
Ninshu, I couldn't get it after all.
This understanding has long been accepted in the Pure Land millennium.
But seeing that Asura, the younger brother who narrowly lost the inheritance battle, was now so "disliked" by the reincarnated Hashirama, and even didn't bother to pay attention to it, the delicate sense of balance in Indra's heart was strangely satisfied.
My stupid brother, you won the inheritance and the love of everyone, but so what?
You see, even your own reincarnation doesn't seem to fully agree with your theory.
This almost malicious thought made the sarcastic arc at the corner of Indra's mouth rise a little more.
Of course, with his arrogant character, he would not admit it even to death. Watching Asura suffer is more interesting than watching the two guys fight over there.
Great Toad Sage Gamamaru had a panoramic view of the interaction between the brothers, and Golden's frog eyes were full of smiles.
Thousands of years of grudges and entanglements, even after Pure Land turned into souls, it seems that they have not completely dissipated.
Some of the other past actors shook their heads helplessly, feeling that it was unseemly for the two brothers to get into trouble on such an occasion. Some looked at the legendary Sage of Six Paths twins curiously, with an inquisitive light shining in their eyes. Others simply looked at their noses and hearts, pretending not to see anything, and focused on the battle ahead.
After all, the battle between Madara Uchiha and Ōtsutsuki Isshiki is the key to whether they can "return safely".
Asura was sulking for a while facing Indra's indifferent back, stamped his feet vigorously, and muttered and complained for a while.
But soon, his innate optimistic personality began to take effect again.
Impatience is like a Natsuhi thunderstorm, it comes and goes as quickly as it comes.
He gradually calmed down and looked at Indra's back that was still upright and arrogant even after becoming a soul. The unhappiness in his heart at being ridiculed by his brother and ignored by Hashirama was slowly replaced by another more complex emotion.
This guy's character is still so bad.
Asura thought helplessly, but there was not much real anger in his eyes, but a trace of nostalgia.
Yes, Indra has been like this since childhood.
He is extremely talented, arrogant, and speaks harshly, always making his "stupid brother" angry.
But Asura knew that beneath Indra's cold and arrogant appearance, hidden was a heart that also longed to be recognized and cared for.
It's just that my brother's way of expression is always so awkward and hurtful.
And was blinded by power for a period of time.
I have been recognized by my father, followed by Ninshu people, and have many friends and connections.
But what about my brother?
He always seems to be alone. What else does he have besides me, his only brother?
Thinking of this, the joy of "victory" in Asura's heart has long been replaced by a touch of sourness.
He has brought hope and happiness to many people with his tolerance, his smile, and his belief in "love" and "bond".
He enjoys the feeling of being needed and loved by others, which makes his existence meaningful.
And because of this, he could not bear to see the loneliness and loneliness of his brother Indra.
Even if his brother always pushes him away with cold words, even if his brother chooses a completely different path from him, and even after his death, the reincarnation of Chakra still continues the fight...
Deep in Asura's heart, he always remembered that it was his brother, the brother who taught him Ninjutsu, who was impatient when he got into trouble but patiently helped him clean up the mess.
"Alas..."
Asura sighed softly, no longer trying to argue with Indra, and no longer obsessed with Hashirama's indifference.
He scratched his head, and his iconic, silly but sunny smile appeared again on his face, although it looked a bit funny with his Panda eyes and leaky teeth.
He turned around, no longer looking at Indra's back, but turned his gaze to the center of Chessboard, where Madara Uchiha and Ōtsutsuki Isshiki were fighting inextricably.
His eyes became serious and focused, as if he was thinking about something through Madara's battle.
Although Indra didn't look back, he seemed to be able to feel the change in Asura's emotions behind him.
The guy stopped stamping his feet, stopped nagging, and his breath became peaceful.
Even, a little silly smile?
Alas, it's still so easy to see through.
Indra snorted in his heart.