"Brother! Please, stop!"
"Don't keep going down this wrong path!"
"You used to be so gentle! When we were little, you always looked out for me. Even if it meant risking your life, you never hesitated to protect me!"
"We're brothers! We could protect Ninshu together. Please, can't you go back to who you used to be?"
Asura's voice choked with tears, full of longing and pleading. Every word carried the bonds of their youth, the love between brothers.
This was his last desperate hope: to awaken the gentleness still lingering in his brother's heart and salvage their shattered bond.
But faced with his younger brother's tearful protests and heartfelt pleas, Indra's expression showed not the slightest flicker of emotion.
He quietly watched Asura, whose eyes were red with grief. His gaze was distant, cold, unfamiliar, utterly devoid of warmth. Then he spoke slowly, severing every tie to their past.
"Asura."
"I'm no longer the person I once was."
"The gentle, kind Indra who protected you and cherished our family died the moment Father showed his favoritism."
"We can never go back."
Those words brought a final end to the brotherly bond that had lasted half their lives.
All the warmth, all the protection, all the love they had shared vanished into nothing.
From then on, there was no gentle elder brother left in the world, only Indra, walking alone through darkness and revering strength above all.
An uproar swept through the entire Shinobi World, and the discussion refused to die down.
Watching Ninshu's absurd banquet and the brothers who had become enemies, every shinobi was filled with countless sighs and bitter reflections.
An old shinobi spoke coldly, his mockery carrying the weariness of someone who had seen through the world. "Ninshu really couldn't wait, could they? They'd barely driven