"I will never accept this defeat!"
"And I did nothing wrong!"
"From this day forward, my soul will endure, reincarnating again and again!"
"Generation after generation, lifetime after lifetime!"
"My struggle with Asura will never end!"
"Time will prove that I was right!"
Each word Indra spoke rang out with bone-chilling force, echoing throughout Ninshu.
These were not words spoken in anger. This was Indra's oath.
It was also the beginning of the fate that would bind the Uchiha Clan and the Senju Clan in the future!
The instant his words fell, Indra gave the Sage of Six Paths and Asura a long, deep look. Then lightning enveloped his body. Harnessing its speed to flash away, he became a streak of electricity and plunged into the vast, shadowy mountain forests in the distance.
In an instant, he vanished completely from everyone's sight.
The mountains and rivers suddenly felt empty and cold.
The overwhelming Susanoo was gone. The proud, aloof elder brother was gone. Only the lingering flames of battle and a landscape ravaged by destruction remained.
Asura stared blankly toward the forest where his brother had disappeared, standing motionless for a long time.
The wind swept across the battlefield, tousling his hair. His eyes reddened, his heart filled with grief, and he murmured, "Brother..."
That single, simple word held all his helplessness, all his reluctance to let go, and all the memories of a past he could never return to.
Beside him, the Sage of Six Paths watched Indra disappear into the distance, his aged features heavy with exhaustion and profound sorrow.
He had witnessed war, slaughter, love, hatred, and parting.
Yet at this moment, he truly felt pain for the first time.
He sighed softly, his voice weary and helpless. "So be it... This is the fate destined for