The wind along the cliffs of Back Mountain gradually died down, and the clouds and mist slowly dispersed.
Indra stood alone at the cliff's edge, silent for a long time.
At that moment, he had shed every trace of the frivolous arrogance that had once defined him as a young prodigy.
Ever since childhood, his talent had surpassed everyone in Ninshu. He had never met a rival in his training and could grasp any technique with the slightest guidance. Everyone praised him, respected him, and acknowledged him.
Over time, pride had inevitably taken root in his heart. He had believed that the world's power amounted to no more than this, that only the passage of years separated him from his father.
But after hearing all the secrets Black Zetsu had revealed today, after learning of the terrifying heights of the Rinnegan, Yin-Yang Release, Truth-Seeking Orbs, and Senjutsu, he finally saw reality for what it was.
He spoke softly, a trace of acceptance in his voice, along with a heavy solemnity.
"I really was far too arrogant before."
"I never imagined that the power Father kept hidden could be so unimaginably overwhelming."
The seemingly gentle, unassuming Sage of Six Paths, who never fought or competed for anything, held power that could create and destroy the world, transcending all things.
Beside him, Black Zetsu watched his rare display of humility and probed with an ambiguous smile.
"What's wrong? Has realizing how hopelessly vast the gap is left you feeling powerless?"
"Hopeless? What's that?"
At those words, Indra instantly raised his eyes. The gloom in them vanished, replaced by ice-cold pride and resolve.
A defiant sneer curled his lips. Chakra stirred faintly around him, carrying the bearing of a born powerhouse.
"I am Indra."
"In all this world, no obstacle and no gap