After hesitating again and again, Asura finally raised his head and voiced his deepest doubts to the Sage of Six Paths standing before him.
"Father! Can I really do this? In talent, strength, and understanding, I fall far short of my brother. Whether in training or handling affairs, he is far better than I am. Are you really entrusting Ninshu to me?"
Even now, Asura felt not the slightest joy at winning the right to succeed his father.
In his heart, his elder brother Indra, decisive and immensely capable, had always been the rightful heir. He himself had always fallen far short.
Besides, he had never once thought of competing with Indra.
The Sage of Six Paths sighed softly. Looking at his kindhearted, gentle, and humble younger son, his eyes filled with certainty and reassurance as he slowly spoke to comfort him.
"Asura, you need not belittle yourself. You are the one best suited to inherit Ninshu."
"But I really can't compare to my brother." Asura still shook his head, his eyes full of hesitation. He could not bring himself to accept this legacy with an easy heart.
Seeing that he still lacked confidence, the Sage of Six Paths raised his voice slightly. His tone was patiently instructive, every word embodying the principles he had upheld all his life.
"Asura, you must learn to believe in yourself. One person's strength is ultimately limited. Even someone as powerful as Indra is still only one man. There will always be times when he encounters difficulties."
"And your greatest gift has never been Ninjutsu or strength."
"Your most precious ability is understanding people's hearts, embracing all living beings, and uniting others, bringing countless weak individuals together into a force that moves forward side by side."
"This ability to connect hearts and forge bonds