At the mention of the Celestial Dragons, the disdain on Indra's face deepened, his tone utterly forceful and arrogant.
"The Celestial Dragons are nothing but ants with an empty reputation."
"I could slaughter every last one of them without effort. They're nothing to fear."
He swept a cold gaze over the disciples below the platform and said contemptuously, "So what if you give them chakra?"
"These people are too weak. Even with the power of chakra, they'll still be a disorganized rabble. They stand no chance against the Celestial Dragons."
Asura shook his head gently and continued trying to persuade him with patience, holding fast to his convictions.
"Brother, however strong you are, you're still only one person."
"There will always be things you can't attend to."
"Each person might be weak on their own, but if everyone works together with one heart, their combined strength can accomplish things no one could do alone."
"Unity?" Indra sounded as though he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world, coldness filling his eyes.
He raised his eyes arrogantly, his voice utterly certain. "If I wish it, there is nothing in this world I cannot do. The weak huddling together for warmth has always been a tactic beneath the strong."
Asura knew how stubborn his brother was and how difficult it was to change his mind once he had decided something. He merely smiled gently and stopped arguing.
While the brothers quietly clashed over their ideals, the Sage of Six Paths had already begun his work atop the platform.
Using his own primal essence as the foundation, he personally condensed chakra seeds.
Each seed carried the principles governing chakra's flow, the bonds that allowed hearts to understand one another, and Ninshu's original aspiration for peace.
The Sage of Six Paths lightly