"I founded Ninshu, spread chakra, and shared my ideals so that people could empathize with one another, reach mutual understanding, eliminate hatred, and resolve conflict, ultimately creating a world of equality for all and peace everywhere."
This was his lifelong ideal, his original purpose.
But to Indra, those words sounded naive and laughable.
He curled his lip slightly, inwardly rejecting every word, and muttered with a trace of veiled mockery.
"That is only your ideal, your own one-sided obsession. It does not represent everyone in Ninshu, much less reality."
Raising his head, he looked straight at the Sage of Six Paths, his gaze open yet utterly stubborn, and quietly uttered words that defied his father and overturned everything he believed.
"Father, the one who is truly obsessive and extreme is you."
"You have always lived in your own fantasies. You simply never realized it."
With that, he stayed no longer, argued no further, and refused to listen to any more teachings.
Ignoring Asura's startled calls beside him, he turned and strode straight out, his departing figure proud and upright, carrying an unshakable conviction.
"Brother!"
Asura hurriedly reached out and called after him, hoping to stop him and talk him around, but Indra never paused. In moments, he disappeared beyond the hall.
The hall instantly fell deathly silent.
The Sage of Six Paths looked utterly grim, his chest rising and falling slightly, his heart heavy with anguish and helplessness.
He silently watched Indra's resolute departure, unable to speak for a long time. At last, filled with worry, he murmured to himself.
"Indra... you must not stray completely down the wrong path."
He could already see clearly that his eldest son's beliefs had departed entirely from the Ninshu he had founded, straying ever further and sinking ever deeper.
Gentleness and acceptance could