Especially when this matter involved the two sons he loved most!
In his heart, neither child was wrong. He had never intended to suppress one or favor the other.
He had only wanted to temper Indra's sharp edges, so the brothers could complement each other and protect Ninshu together.
But now, with Black Zetsu sowing discord on the Sky Screen...
He had been turned into a scheming, manipulative, hypocritical father who played favorites and plotted against his own son!
The Sage of Six Paths stared fixedly at the Sky Screen, his eyes filled with anger and pain.
The footage on the Sky Screen continued.
Black Zetsu watched Indra reel as his convictions crumbled. A vicious smile lurked in his eyes, unnoticed by anyone, but he feigned a sigh and spoke slowly.
"Indra, among all the disciples of Ninshu, no one can match your strength."
"All your talent, all your thought, all your insight have gone into power and combat."
"But you alone fail to understand the malice in people's hearts, the plots lurking in the shadows, and, above all, the favoritism and schemes of those closest to you."
His tone was flat, but every sentence rubbed salt into Indra's wounds.
"You're too pure, too forthright, too kind. That's why you'd never imagine that even the lofty Sage could have selfish desires, resort to tricks, and sacrifice justice for his own son to uphold his ideals."
Indra abruptly raised his eyes. His expression was grim beyond words, and anger, resentment, disappointment, and a piercing chill surged in his gaze. His voice was low and hoarse.
"Spare me the unnecessary words."
"Tell me the whole truth. All of it."
He needed no one's judgment now, no one's pity. He wanted only the complete, brutal truth.
Black Zetsu gave a sinister chuckle and