Tsunade said gravely, "And it is precisely this despair that will bring Indra to his senses-and make him even more terrifying."
Hiruzen Sarutobi sighed and said, "Black Zetsu must be planning to use Indra, have him obtain yang power, and then awaken the Rinnegan."
"If that happens, a battle between Indra and Ninshu will be inevitable."
The image on the Sky Screen froze atop a cliff. A biting mountain wind howled, making the trees and grass rustle loudly.
Indra stood at the cliff's edge, his face taut, his eyes full of resentment and stubborn defiance.
He had been born a prodigy. He had never encountered a bottleneck in his training, his aptitude surpassed everyone in Ninshu, and he considered everyone of his generation utterly beneath him.
Never in his life had he admitted to being inferior to anyone, nor did he believe an insurmountable gulf separated him from his father.
After a long silence, he raised his eyes and looked straight at Black Zetsu, his voice firm with a trace of stubborn refusal to concede.
"Then what exactly do I lack compared to my father?"
"I refuse to believe the gap is so absurd that even hard work cannot bridge it."
He wanted a definite answer. He wanted to know where he had fallen short after exhausting his talent and devoting himself to grueling training.
"Indra, do you know? The resentment you feel now is exactly what most people in Ninshu feel when they face you."
Watching him cling to a sliver of hope despite his resentment, Black Zetsu's lips curled into a faint, hidden sneer as he spoke slowly.
"Since you insist on knowing, I will tell you plainly."
At that moment, Black Zetsu's tone turned utterly grave. His usual casual manipulation gave way to the solemnity of someone