"They aren't your followers. They all have their own ideas, their own ambitions!"
"Asura, the truth is, you've been more stubborn and more extreme than me all along."
At those words, Asura froze on the spot, his pupils trembling slightly, disbelief written all over his face.
Ever since he was little, his father had said that his older brother was stubborn, extreme, too ruthless in killing, and far too cold.
Everyone called Asura gentle, accepting, easygoing, and adaptable.
He had never imagined that one day, his brother would call him even more stubborn and extreme.
Indra watched his stunned expression without a shred of mercy and continued coldly.
"I can face reality. I can see right and wrong, advantages and disadvantages. I understand that everyone is different, that Ninshu isn't a single individual."
"But you cling desperately to that nebulous notion of 'mutual understanding,' ignoring the malice in people's hearts and the ideals of others."
"You stubbornly assume that your ideals and Father's are the ideals of everyone in Ninshu. Aren't you two being far too extreme?"
"Everyone in the world has changed their thinking. Every disciple has recognized Ninshu's position. You're the only one still clinging to that fantasy, refusing to let go."
"You aren't gentle. You're frighteningly stubborn."
"You aren't kind. You're extreme in your self-deception."
Every sentence struck Asura's heart like a heavy hammer.
Indra couldn't be bothered to waste any more breath on his naive younger brother. He didn't even look at Asura's suddenly pale, devastated face.
With a derisive laugh, he turned and swept his sleeve aside, walking away from the noisy crowd step by step, proud and aloof, brimming with absolute confidence.
Only Asura remained, standing dumbly in the wind, his heart awash with tangled emotions.
For the first time, he began to doubt