The soul of Dharma
Humans cannot truly function like machines, even in the most routine, repetitive tasks. Humans are still influenced by various emotions, such as resentment and desire. It's impossible to completely mold a person into a cog or a nail.
Similarly, machines cannot do what humans do; they lack even the most basic emotions.
At this moment, Arjuna's existence was greatly shocked. He never expected that Krishna would do such a thing.
"Krishna, why... what have you done? Now you stand against me? You were the first to support me at the end of that battle..."
Arjuna muttered to himself in a sinister tone, constantly channeling his power, trying to seal off this part of Krishna and minimize its influence on him.
But this is impossible. At this moment, Arjuna, who was formed from complete divine unity, has developed an impurity that cannot be tolerated—a person.
Within Arjuna, Krishna also heard his words, and in response to this question, his voice was somewhat low:
"Arjuna, do you remember what I told you about the soul of the Dharma?"
A hint of confusion flashed in Arjuna's eyes, then Krishna chuckled and continued, "Of course you wouldn't know, and perhaps I'm not qualified to tell you, but at least I, standing here, will remember it."
Countless memories flooded my mind—memories that were considered meaningless, worthless, and thus set aside. Teachers, parents, brothers, friends... and even enemies.
Arjuna once calm heart was now filled with raging waves.
These people have all been erased by themselves, regarded as worthless, and considered as evil.
Intense pain shot through him. Bai Mo and Kama were engaged in close combat, while the other rained down arrows. The power that had once made him feel like an extension of the gods was now flowing incredibly slowly, its power moving at a snail's pace.
With a muffled thud, Arjuna was struck squarely in the chest by the Orca Tyrant Fist, the powerful impact sending him flying backward. The promise he had earned through arduous training was to judge the evil of the world, and with this grand vow, he had obtained the power of the unity of the gods. But now, at this moment, he felt genuine human emotions within him.
So, do I still have the right to wield this sword?
Arjuna himself was somewhat unsure.
"Krishna, you here made a wrong decision because of the interference of that outsider." Although Arjuna was constantly being affected, he remained extremely calm. He suppressed the surging emotions in his heart while silently manipulating his memories.
The scene around Krishna within Arjuna instantly shifted, from the ruins of Hastinapura to a battlefield. Krishna looked out and saw the setting sun like blood, and the Daichi covered with countless corpses stretching all the way to the horizon.
"This... is this the battlefield of the Kurukshetra War?"
Krishna murmured, taking steps forward. Flies swarmed around the corpse, and the pale skin and the cut wounds were covered with countless fly eggs, from which blood and pus oozed.
The final battlefield of Mahabharata, the Kurukshetra War, resulted in a total death toll of 1.6 billion.
The harm behind it goes far beyond this number; all 1.6 billion people who died were men. In other words, nearly 1.6 billion families were torn apart.
Crying sounds came from afar. On the battlefield, women with children were weeping everywhere, searching for their husbands and fathers among the 1.6 billion corpses.
"You see, this is the end." Arjuna's voice rang out, and beside Krishna, a dark-faced man faced this tragic world.
"The end of humanity, the final fate, these people who should have been making a living at home are dying because of this absurd war, and what was the cause of this war?"
It's just a struggle for the throne.
In the end, however, we stopped respecting the rules, abandoned the Dharma path, and fought and fought with no way out.
Krishna, you should know better than I do that in the beginning, evil may have been just a tiny, almost invisible seed, but given time, it will grow and spread, from one person to all people, from one piece of land to the whole world.
Therefore, this evil must be completely eradicated.
Arjuna stretched out his hand and pointed to the burning Hastinapura in the distance.
"Once, in order to protect Kali, Dhritarashtra Duryodhana of Kali, Dhritarashtra disregarded the opinions of Bhishma and Vidura and made him his eldest son. In the end, this has yielded the fruit we see today."
In my hands, evil will never have a chance to grow. The Daichi belongs to the good, and the seeds of evil must not touch the soil!
Krishna, my old friend, fight alongside me once more.
Arjuna extended his hand to Krishna, but Krishna's eyes remained fixed on the battlefield.
"It was truly tragic. Anyone who witnessed this scene would likely be unable to accept it and be influenced to make wrong decisions," Krishna murmured.
Suddenly, he turned to look at Arjuna, nodded to him, and then extended his hand.
A look of joy appeared on Arjuna's face, but Krishna let out a heavy sigh.
"Arjuna, this world does indeed need someone who can uphold the Dharma, someone who can judge good and evil... but it shouldn't be you, it absolutely cannot be you."
Arjuna's expression froze instantly, and the next moment, Krishna's body gradually dissipated and floated into the sky.
"What do you mean? I've already accomplished it, accomplished it thousands of years ago, and now you're saying such things?"
"Yes, Arjuna, it was not you who should have taken that action. I will ask you one more time: what is the soul of the Dharma?"
In response to Krishna's question, Arjuna calmly replied, "Truth, power, skill, wisdom, and dedication. These Pandavas."
"No, no, no, these are the pillars of the Dharma." Krishna said to Arjuna with a smile, shaking his finger, like a patient teacher facing a student who did not know.
"Why do I choose to support you? It is because you all possess the soul of the Dharma —compassion, Arjuna. The soul of the Dharma is compassion."
Do you remember Draupadi? That poor girl, forced to become the wife of the Pandavas because of Kunti's careless words. During that discussion, Kunti wanted to take the other four sons into the mountains for asceticism and escape the world.
You, however, believe that since your elder brother Yudhishthira is still unmarried, you should not marry either.
Draupadi, needless to say, she made tremendous sacrifices for your family on your side.
This is the true soul of the Dharma. Without compassion, goodwill cannot be passed on, like stagnant water. Then, no matter how noble a person is, in the end, they are nothing more than a lotus flower in the mud, unable to change the murky water.
Arjuna, no, I should call you [Black], right? The Arjuna I remember couldn't possibly have abandoned even the most basic compassion.
Krishna pointed sharply at the God of the End, his body completely dissipating, leaving only a single sentence behind.
"A person who no longer possesses even compassion in their heart is unfit to fulfill their responsibilities in this world; you are incapable of upholding Dharma!"