Within Ninshu, the atmosphere grew harsher by the day.
Ever since Indra openly began recruiting followers and enforcing rules that placed strength above all else, Ninshu had lost every trace of its former warmth and harmony.
The disciples no longer helped one another or showed tolerance and courtesy.
Everyone trained desperately, fought for status, and competed in combat prowess.
The strong were admired, while the weak were ignored. The desire to outdo others had taken deep root in everyone's heart.
Everyone saw this earthshaking change clearly. Only Asura, immersed in his ideals of kindness, felt deeply uncomfortable and increasingly uneasy.
In Asura's understanding, Ninshu existed to teach people goodness, tolerance, and mutual understanding.
Strength was meant to protect, not to serve as a means of comparison, oppression, or ranking people above and below one another.
Watching his elder brother become more extreme with every step, controlling people's hearts through power and setting rules through strength, Asura could no longer stand idly by.
He sought out Indra himself, mustering his courage to persuade his brother to turn back.
"Brother, what you're doing now is wrong."
Asura stood before Indra, his gaze earnest and his voice tinged with urgency and seriousness.
"We're all fellow disciples of Ninshu. We should live in harmony and tolerate one another, not compete so fiercely, much less force others to obey through strength. What you're doing has strayed completely from the path Father taught us."
After hearing his younger brother's admonishment, Indra merely curled his lips into a cold, mocking smile.
From beginning to end, he had considered Asura's ideas naive, laughable, weak, and useless.
Words are pointless. Only strength can silence someone.
Before Asura could say another word, Indra suddenly moved.
There was no earthshaking eruption of chakra, no elaborate, flashy ninjutsu. He simply closed the