The Sage of Six Paths was filled with helpless frustration, yet there was nothing he could do. The Sky Screen was strange and unfathomable. Even he, the Sage of Six Paths, could not interfere, defend himself, or conceal a thing.
He could only watch his reputation plummet and later generations completely misunderstand his life.
The Sky Screen continued steadily playing scenes from the distant past.
Atop the cliff on Back Mountain, the wind moaned, and the cold cut to the bone.
After Black Zetsu's repeated attempts to sow discord, Indra stood in silence for a long time.
Black Zetsu's words kept circling through his mind, along with the truth that his father was stubbornly fixated on his beliefs and would never change.
After a long while, Indra slowly shook his head. The conflict in his eyes faded completely, leaving only utter calm and resolve.
"No, I don't need to change Father."
His voice was low but firm. He had abandoned every last hope of gaining his father's approval.
"Whatever Father's personality, obsessions, or character might be, none of it has anything to do with me."
"I will no longer ask for his understanding or expect his approval."
"From now on, I won't rely on anyone or ask anyone for favors."
"I will rely solely on my own strength and seize everything I want with my own hands!"
Since father and son followed different paths, held incompatible ideals, and clung to opposing convictions, there was no point in forcing them together.
They did not have to force a reconciliation.
His father could protect his false peace, while he forged ahead with his own ideals.
The future of ninshu, the order of the world, supreme authority-he would fight for them, seize them, and determine them himself!
Beside him, Black Zetsu nodded in