The Sage of Six Paths then turned toward Indra, whose face was full of reluctance.
Indra's brows knitted tightly, his face filled with impatience and confusion. Deep down, he resisted the idea completely.
To him, it was nothing but a meaningless waste of training time.
But he had always obeyed his father. Even with all his reluctance, he did not openly defy him.
After a moment of silence, he finally spoke, unwillingly and with utter indifference.
"Father, I don't understand what you're doing, nor do I agree that these weaklings need support. But I'll obey you. I'll answer their questions and guide them."
There was no enthusiasm, no agreement, no goodwill-only obedience to an order.
Seeing the resistance and stubbornness written plainly on his face, the Sage of Six Paths gently reassured him.
"Indra, you're still young and have little experience. It's all right if you don't understand."
"One day, you'll understand the deeper meaning behind everything I've done today."
But those earnest words of guidance did nothing to move Indra.
He merely curled his lip, his face full of disdain and indifference.
Everything he felt inside was written clearly on his face.
The image on the Sky Screen slowly shifted. In Ninshu's great square, hundreds of disciples sat cross-legged on the ground, focused on their training.
The chakra seeds bestowed by the Sage of Six Paths had taken firm root within every one of them, giving them genuine supernatural power.
But only after they began training in earnest did they discover that things were nowhere near as simple as they had imagined.
Chakra truly existed within them, flowing warmly and distinctly enough to feel, yet it was incredibly uncooperative.
Even drawing on a trace of that power was immensely difficult. If they pushed just a little too hard, the