In the Main Hall of Ninshu, the argument ended, and everyone left.
The vast hall felt especially desolate.
Asura stood where he was, staring in the direction his brother had resolutely departed. His face was full of dejection and helplessness, his heart aching with anxiety.
He truly could not understand. They all wanted stability in the world, an end to war and suffering, so why did his brother insist on choosing the most extreme, coldest approach?
Killing to quell unrest would only breed more hatred.
Ruling through force would only sow the seeds of more resistance.
Such peace was false and fragile. It could never last.
Asura turned toward his father, who stood in silence, and spoke softly, utterly bewildered. "Father, I really don't understand. My brother is so powerful and so wise. Why can't he try to understand everyone?"
The Sage of Six Paths slowly gathered his tangled thoughts. Looking at his kind, pure-hearted younger son, he sighed softly and reached out to pat his shoulder.
"It isn't that he's wrong, nor that you're wrong."
"You were simply completely different from the very beginning."
"I don't know who's right and who's wrong either, but I think that as long as you keep going, everyone will make the right choice."
Asura nodded, only half understanding, but his gaze grew firmer. "Father, I understand. I just need to do what I believe in and teach my disciples well. Even if my brother disagrees, I'll keep going."
"I believe that mutual understanding will bring true peace."
With that, Asura turned and left with confidence.
Seeing his younger son's sincerity and purity brought the Sage of Six Paths some comfort, but the worry in his brow did not ease in the slightest.
"I know Indra's talent and temperament all too well."
"No one