"You eradicated the disaster, but you can't save them from the famine they're facing now. Without food to get them through the transition, everything you've done is pointless!"
Boom!
Those words exploded in Indra's mind like a thunderclap.
His entire body jolted, and he froze on the spot, his pupils contracting slightly.
He possessed unparalleled talent, mastered techniques, and excelled at quelling disasters, yet he had never considered the most basic, most practical hardships of ordinary people's lives.
He had focused solely on eradicating the disaster and preventing it from ever returning, believing that eliminating its source would be a perfect salvation.
But he had overlooked one thing: people on the brink of death could never hold out until the land recovered and the harvest came!
At that moment, he was utterly stunned, and for the first time, a trace of self-doubt arose in his heart.
Watching his stunned, distracted expression, Black Zetsu knew his scheme had worked. He continued coaxing him along. "Now you understand why your father secretly stockpiled food, don't you?"
Indra remained silent for a long time. His tense expression slowly eased, a hint of defeat and acceptance in his eyes.
So I hadn't thought things through. My view was too narrow.
He murmured, "I see... I didn't think deeply enough."
"Father anticipated the desperate famine the villagers would face and secretly prepared food in advance to get them through the transition."
"Without Father's backup plan, my seemingly perfect disaster relief mission would still have had a fatal flaw. Those people would still have died, and my mission could hardly be called a complete success."
At that moment, Indra even felt a trace of guilt.
He had always questioned his father's ideals and judgment, only to discover in the end that his own considerations were still